Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Fang Yuan's right foot stomped on the stone slab. The gravel under his foot crunched under his shoe.

He drew a short knife from his lower back with his left hand.

The curved blade flashed briefly in the moonlight.

Behind Fang Ying's room door, Fang Yuan's four times stronger divine sense detected three changes in signals.

Fang Ying's vital energy—it was still veiled. Nothing changed. She was asleep. Under this level of vital energy conflict—a four-year-old child—Fang Ying couldn't perceive anything abnormal. She was still asleep.

Fang Lin's blood and qi shifted from steady to tense. The short dagger in his hand trembled slightly under the pressure of his knuckles. But he didn't rush out. He stood guard behind the door. The door was his line of defense.

The guard's vital energy was stretched to its limit. His late-stage Bone Refining Realm vital energy trembled like a candle in the wind amidst the aftershocks of Fang Yuan's battle with the Blood Bat Dharma King.

Fang Yuan turned his gaze away from the direction of the door.

12 times the standing meditation skill. 9 times the physical constitution. 4 times the comprehension. 4 times the spiritual power. The remaining effect of the Breakthrough Pill is about 15 minutes.

The 5 temporary boost points haven't been used yet.

Fang Yuan held the knife in his left hand and clenched his fist in his right.

Ten feet in front of us.

The hem of the Blood Bat Dharma King's robe fluttered in the still courtyard. The dark red fabric was supported by the cold aura emanating from his body, like a blood-red flower growing from the ground.

He took a step forward.

Fang Yuan sensed the sound the stone slab made when that step landed.

It wasn't footsteps.

It was the sound of ice cracking.

Where the Blood Bat Dharma King's foot touched the stone slab, a ring of dark red frost patterns spread outwards from the center of the footprint. The frost patterns spread extremely quickly—covering an area of ​​two zhang in radius within a single breath.

Release of cold-state semen and blood within a certain range.

Fang Yuan lifted his foot just before the frost pattern reached the sole of his shoe. He took a half-step back. The sole of his shoe hovered an inch above the edge of the frost pattern.

I didn't encounter it.

Blood Bat Dharma King looked at Fang Yuan's feet.

"The response is good."

He took another step.

The center of the frost pattern moved forward, expanding its coverage area to three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Fang Yuan's retreat space was shrinking. Seven zhang behind him was the inner courtyard wall. Behind the wall was a passageway. At the other end of the passageway was the outer courtyard.

Fang Yuan cannot retreat to the wall. Retreating to the wall would mean losing his mobility. The advantage of 12x stance training in controlling the body requires a sufficient range of motion to be fully utilized.

Fang Yuan took a step to the right with his left foot. Not a retreat, but a circle.

Move laterally along the edge of the frost pattern.

The Blood Bat King's head turned to follow Fang Yuan's movement. The shadowy bats in his dark red pupils flapped their wings, faster and faster.

"Why are you running?"

Fang Yuan's lips curved slightly in the moonlight.

It's not a laugh.

The direction he moved was not away from the Blood Bat Dharma King.

It was the door to Fang Ying's room, far away from hers.

The battlefield was opened at Fang Ying's doorstep.

The Blood Bat Dharma King followed.

third step.

The frost pattern expanded from three zhang to four zhang.

Fang Yuan's four times the comprehension allowed him to complete a problem within a three-step interval.

The frost pattern expanded by one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) with each step. Three steps resulted in a total expansion of three zhang. The output of cold-state essence blood was increasing. However, the rate of increase was decreasing—the increase from the first to the second step was one zhang, and the increase from the second to the third step was also one zhang. There was no acceleration.

It is not an accelerated release.

It expands at a constant rate.

The steady expansion means that Bloodbat King is controlling his output. He is not going all out.

Fang Yuan didn't know the extent of the frost pattern after he fully activated it.

But Fang Yuan knew something else.

Every step the Blood Bat Dharma King took took him further away from Fang Ying's room.

He caught up.

The distance from Fang Ying's door—measured with four times the precision of Fang Yuan's divine soul—was already more than eight zhang.

enough.

Fang Yuan opened his right hand. A panel appeared.

Temporary increase in points: 5.

Fang Yuan drew the final line on the panel with his mind.

Five points.

All of it was poured into the pile foundation.

Talent in stance training: 12 times → 17 times.

Fang Yuan's body was activated by the 17-fold standing meditation in that one heartbeat—

Stopped.

It's not that my heart stopped beating. It's that my entire being has "stopped" from the perspective of the outside world.

The 17x stance training achieved a level of muscle control precision that Fang Yuan had never reached before. His body was no longer "controlled," but "grown from his mind." Wherever his mind went, his body followed. There was no delay, no loss, and no gap between the brain issuing commands and the muscles executing them.

Zero latency.

Fang Yuan's right foot stepped on the frost pattern.

It wasn't stepped on. It "appeared" on the frost patterns.

The dark red frost hissed and shattered into powder beneath his shoes—the concentration of Qi and blood nine times that of his bones formed an extremely thin protective layer on the soles of his feet, keeping the erosion of the cold essence and blood below the soles of his shoes.

Blood Bat Dharma King's pupils contracted.

Fang Yuan's fist arrived.

Not a punch.

It was three punches.

The punching speed, amplified by 17 times the speed of stance training, caused the three punches to overlap into one in the Blood Bat Dharma King's vision. The afterimages of the three fists overlapped along the same straight line. The triple punches of each punch were intended to connect end to end on the timeline—the third layer of the first punch had just been released when the first layer of the second punch pressed down.

Nine layers are added together.

This was the heaviest blow Fang Yuan had ever dealt in his life—both his previous lives.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's right hand stretched out again.

Five fingers.

But this time—Fang Yuan's 17x power of stance training caught a detail he hadn't seen before—the Blood Bat Dharma King's left hand also moved. His left hand emerged from the sleeve of his robe. His five fingers were covered with a layer of dark red, hardened scales.

The palms are pressed together, and the ten fingers are interlaced, forming a palm wall.

The ninefold fist intent slammed into the palm wall.

This time, the sound wasn't a "hiss".

It's a "boom".

The stone slab in the inner courtyard shattered in concentric circles, starting directly below the point of contact between the two. Within a breath, the area of ​​shattering expanded to a radius of five zhang. The rammed earth layer beneath the stone slab was shaken by the aftershocks of the energy, raising a layer of dust.

Between Fang Yuan's fist and the Blood Bat Dharma King's interlaced palm wall—

Nine layers of fist intent. The first layer pierced through the outer layer of cold protective energy. The second layer tore through the second layer. The third layer struck the exotic blood essence shell on the Blood Bat Dharma King's palm bone. The fourth layer smashed a crack into the shell. The fifth layer widened the crack. The sixth layer—

It bounced back.

But not all of them.

Fang Yuan slid back five steps, two more than last time. But his four times the comprehension recorded a data point during the backward slide—

The Blood Bat Dharma King's body also moved.

He took half a step back.

Half a step.

Fang Yuanjiu's combined full-force output forced a Qi and Blood Realm expert to take a half-step back.

Blood Bat Dharma King looked down at his crossed ten fingers.

At the center of the palm wall—Fang Yuan's Ninefold Fist Intent left a dent. Not deep, about two fen (a unit of length). But spiderweb-like fine lines appeared on the dark red hard shell around the dent.

The Blood Bat King's mouth slowly split open.

The cracks reached a size Fang Yuan had never seen before.

That mouth practically split the entire face in two. The dark red membrane at the corners of the mouth tore into strands, revealing the grayish-white skin clinging to the bone beneath.

Two rows of dark red spikes lit up one by one in the moonlight.

From the incisors to the deepest molars, each spike was oozing a dark red liquid.

Fang Yuan's four times divine soul perception detected the changes in the Blood Bat Dharma King's blood and qi fluctuations in the same breath.

The cold state signal is surging.

Previously, the output speed was constant.

Now—the accelerator is floored.

The dark red frost patterns on the inner courtyard floor expanded from a four-zhang radius to ten zhang within a single breath. Every stone slab the frost patterns passed over emitted a soft, cracking sound. A layer of ice crystals formed on the surface of the blue bricks at the base of the wall. The temperature in the air plummeted. Fang Yuan's breath condensed into white mist in front of him.

The Blood Bat Dharma King took the fourth step.

Fang Yuan now has something in his right hand.

Black porcelain jar.

Liu Ruyan's broken jar of medicine.

The jar has already been opened.

The pure, pungent aroma of the Crimson Flame Core Powder exploded in the frigid air—colliding head-on with the chilling essence blood. A visible distortion of airflow appeared within three feet of Fang Yuan—a boundary between hot and cold.

Fang Yuan changed his grip on the short sword with his left hand. He reversed his grip, with the tip pointing downwards and the curved blade resting against the inside of his forearm.

The black porcelain jar on his right was tilted slightly.

The speed at which the Crimson Flame Core Powder leaked from the mouth of the jar was controlled to three particles per breath by the 17-fold standing meditation technique.

Three pills.

It hovered in the air at the edge of Fang Yuan's right palm.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's nostrils twitched.

He smelled the scent of the Crimson Flame Core.

The shadowy bat in the dark red pupils—stopped.

The wings have stopped flapping.

Fang Yuan's feet sank into the frost pattern. The protective layer of his nine-fold root bone hissed against the soles of his shoes.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

The distance between two people.

The moon peeked out completely through the gaps in the clouds.

Moonlight streamed into the inner courtyard. It shone on the cracked stone slabs. It shone on the dark red frost patterns. It shone on the faint, dark golden mist covering the surface of Fang Yuan's greyish-blue short brown robe. It shone on the hem of the Blood Bat Dharma King's robe trailing on the ground.

Behind the door to Fang Ying's room.

Fang Lin gripped the short dagger tightly. His knuckles were blue. His ear was pressed against the door. The door was shaking. It wasn't someone knocking. It was the aftershocks of the fight between the two people in the courtyard, transmitted through the ground to the wood fibers of the door.

The door was shaking.

Fang Lin's lips were trembling.

But his foot was nailed to the inside of the threshold. He didn't move an inch.