Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 111 The Interval of Consciousness

Vanma is about 2.1 meters tall, with a physique like a huge rock. Every muscle is like a steel wire drawn out, with fierce lines and a terrifying explosive power. His broad shoulders and back form an inverted triangle with his relatively thin waist.

Her red hair was tied into a bundle with rattan and hung down her back.

The woman confronting him was around 1.7 meters tall.

This height is not short for a woman, especially considering that the average height in the past was lower than in modern times.

Even so, when she stood opposite Fanma, she looked like a tiny hamster.

The phoenix's figure is the ideal female body type in many people's minds.

She was tall and slender, like a straight green bamboo, with every line perfectly proportioned and without any excess.

But if you say she's thin, her breasts, so large they're hard to encircle with one hand and pushing the limits of her top, firmly refute that argument.

Her slender waist, so small it could be encircled by one hand, possessed a firm, resilient strength. Below her waist were round, perky, and beautifully curved hips, wider than her shoulders, forming an equilateral triangle shape—the opposite of an inverted triangle.

Compared to her slender arms, Huang's legs were much fuller, with her thighs being a size wider than those of Shangguan Hong and others of similar height. However, she was not obese, but rather had a well-proportioned, fleshy appearance.

To support her amazing skills, she needed a pair of strong legs.

These legs exist for this purpose.

"So thin."

As always, Fanma mocked, "Can such a frail body really be used for fighting?"

"You should go back and have a son, pass on your martial arts to him, and then let him fight me!"

A single sentence, clearly biased towards sons, struck a nerve with Huang.

The Phoenix Clan's millennia-long commitment has been to surpass all men and prove that women can be stronger than any man.

She was the first to launch an attack.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Can't think of a way to respond? Hmm?!"

A warm, flowing sensation came from his philtrum.

Fan Ma reached out and touched it; his palm was covered in blood.

Is he having a nosebleed?

"How is this possible?!" Yuanjue couldn't believe his eyes. "Even my grandma could dodge that punch, so why didn't that Fanma react in time?!"

"The world seen by an observer is different from the world seen by someone directly involved."

Sheng Wansong said softly, "Let's continue watching."

Based on the methods Huang used to defeat Shenhou and Qingxiao, Sheng Wansong already had the answer.

He continued to monitor the battle situation.

Fan Ma was also puzzled by the blood on his palm: "What did you do?"

Ok? !

Another punch.

Vanma's nose was completely sunken, and a crack appeared in the nasal bone.

This time, Fanma still didn't notice Huang's attack.

"Such a cowardly attack!"

The third attack was a slap. Huang slapped Fan Ma across the face, knocking him off balance.

If someone could see through things like Katsumansong, they would see Hanma's brain bouncing wildly inside his skull, whereas a normal person's brain would have been shaken into mush long ago.

"Could it be sorcery?!"

Zhu Wu speculated: "Perhaps the attacks I received before were similar; I was bewitched by sorcery and therefore unable to react."

it's not true.

Sheng Wansong knew the principle, but explaining it to them was too troublesome.

Human consciousness is connected through nerve cells, and because it is transmitted through chemical substances, there will inevitably be a delay.

At first glance, a person's consciousness in a conscious state appears as a continuous straight line.

However, if you magnify the lines and observe them in microseconds, you will find that human consciousness is not a straight line, but rather composed of closely spaced line segments.

Every 0.5 seconds or so, a person's consciousness will be interrupted for a moment, and then resumed in the next moment.

This is an extremely short period of time, so short that neither oneself nor others can perceive it.

Any carbon-based organism will inevitably have this weakness.

This is determined by the form of human existence; no matter how powerful one's abilities, they cannot change the moment when consciousness is interrupted.

Unless, it transcends humanity.

That being said, the intervals and durations of consciousness interruptions vary from person to person, and even from person to person in different states.

It is almost impossible to use in actual combat.

But the phoenix caught it.

Each of her attacks capitalized on the moment when Vanma lost consciousness.

"This is not sorcery, but an extremely advanced martial art."

Calling it martial arts is not accurate; it should be described as the ultimate judgment in timing.

The time it takes for a person's consciousness to be interrupted is extremely short, so they can only make a simple and quick attack. Preparing to build up power in advance will only make the opponent wary.

However, if combined with Phoenix's control over directly attacking the nerves and brain, it becomes an extremely powerful killing move.

Even a normal human being, or a powerful being of celestial caliber, would suffer a concussion from this palm strike.

However, she was not dealing with normal people.

Fanma slowly straightened up, his brain losing balance with each sway and tilting to one side.

He shook his head, trying to bring his brain back to its original position.

True powerhouses have muscles even in their brains, making them stronger than ordinary people.

The term "Devil Muscle Man" is most fitting for Fanma in the future.

"Women's punches are so hesitant and drawn-out."

Fanma noticed Huang's aversion to gender-related mockery and promptly launched another attack: "It's even more invigorating than drinking alcohol!"

While mocking her, Fanma swung a fist more than twice the size of Huang's. If that punch landed, even ten of Huang's lives wouldn't be enough to catch it.

Facing a fist larger than her entire face, Huang narrowed her eyes slightly.

This kind of straight punch, which requires no skill, is not difficult to dodge.

But Fan Ma's taunts worked, and Huang didn't intend to hide.

She seized the moment of nerve interruption once again and kicked at Vanma's knee.

Vanma's arms were almost as thick as her legs, and her plump legs stretched straight out, her toes just touching Vanma's ligaments.

When ligaments are attacked, no one can stand up straight.

Vanma's body slumped over again.

"It's no use!"

Fanma laughed maniacally, completely ignoring the collapse of his body, and focused all his strength on adjusting the direction of his fist, continuing to pound towards Huang's head.

Power is speed.

Fanma's punches were incredibly fast, already reaching Huang's face.

At this moment, Huang was standing on one leg, making it difficult for her to dodge or block.

"Is the outcome already decided?"

Zhu Wu sighed; even if he wanted to rescue them, it was too late.

boom!

The sound of the fist landing was like a thunderclap from the sky.

However, the phoenix remained motionless.

She raised her right hand, extending her little finger to block Vanma's fist.

An incredible thing happened.

That little finger blocked the iron fist that Fanma could have used to beat the Celestial.

Her frail body remained completely still.

The audience was filled with questions: Where did the power of the punch go?

boom!

Under Phoenix's single foot, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground in all directions.

Centered on the phoenix's right leg, the entire ten-meter square of land shattered into sand and gravel.

She channeled all the horizontal force vertically to the ground using only her little finger.

"Tai Chi!"

Qingxu exclaimed in surprise.

This move shares the same principle as Tai Chi, but its level of mastery is far superior.

Huang coldly stated, "The game ends here."