Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

The Blood Bat Dharma King made a move.

It's not the movement of "walking over". It's the movement of "disappearing and then reappearing".

Fang Yuan's 17x stance training locked onto the Blood Bat Dharma King's qi and blood displacement trajectory in the very instant the Blood Bat Dharma King disappeared—not a straight line, but an arc. It circled from directly in front of Fang Yuan to his right rear. The radius of the arc was approximately four zhang (approximately 13 meters). The circling time was less than half a breath.

The speed of Qi and Blood Realm.

Fang Yuan's body reacted under the zero-delay control of the 17-fold stance training. It wasn't a dodge. There wasn't time to dodge. It was a turn. His lumbar spine led his thoracic spine, and his thoracic spine led his cervical spine, twisting his entire torso 170 degrees in place.

To the right rear.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's right hand emerged from the sleeve of his robe. His five fingers were not clenched into a fist; the fingertips pointed forward. His five fingernails—not the hardened, dark red keratin—were transparent. Within these transparent nails flowed a dark red liquid, like five glass tubes filled with blood.

Five fingers pierced straight into Fang Yuan's throat.

Fang Yuan's head tilted to the side.

How much off-center? The answer lies in the precision of the neck muscle control achieved by 17 times the standing meditation technique – one inch and seven-tenths of an inch.

Blood Bat Dharma King's fingertips brushed past the outside of Fang Yuan's left ear.

Fang Yuan heard a sound. It wasn't the sound of wind. It was the sound of flesh being sliced ​​open. Extremely faint. Extremely short. Like a thin piece of paper being cut horizontally by a sharp blade.

The outer edge of the auricle. A layer of skin.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound. The concentration of qi and blood—four times that of the root bone—was nine times that of the root bone, causing the compensatory reaction of the capillaries around the wound to be more intense than ever before. Blood beads emerged extremely quickly from the edge of the earlobe, dripping onto the short brown cloth on the shoulder and staining a small, dark circle.

Fang Yuan did not back down.

His right fist swung out in the same instant his head tilted to the side.

Triple punch intent. 17 times the blessing of stance training. 9 times the infusion of Qi and blood into the root bones.

The air in front of the fist was forcibly cleaved open by the dark golden medicinal power—not by airflow disturbance, but by the air itself being unable to withstand the energy density carried by the fist, forming two symmetrical white vapor bands on either side of the fist's path.

Water vapor condenses.

When Fang Yuan's fist reached the Blood Bat Dharma King, the two streams of steam merged. The impact carried by the fist was not the concept of "a fist coming at you".

It's like a wall being pushed over.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's figure floated backward. He retreated extremely quickly. The hem of his robe kicked up a trail of gravel on the stone slab. But Fang Yuan's fist intent chased after him along his retreating path—the attenuation rate of the triple-layered shockwave in the propagation medium was far lower than the speed at which the Blood Bat Dharma King retreated.

The first punch arrived first, striking the Blood Bat Dharma King's chest where a layer of cold, life-giving blood essence protected him.

laugh.

A ring of ripples appeared on the protective surface. The ripples spread outwards from the point of contact between the fist intent and the body.

Add the second overlap.

The ripples deepened. The thickness of the protective layer was reduced by 30%.

The third level.

It cracked.

A shallow crack spread from the center of the protective armor to the left shoulder. A wisp of dark red mist seeped from the crack.

The protective barrier at the initial stage of the Qi and Blood Realm.

It was slightly broken by Fang Yuan's fist intent.

The Blood Bat Dharma King stopped in his tracks.

He glanced down at the crack on his chest. He withdrew the five fingers of his right hand from the attack stance. His fingernails were stained with Fang Yuan's earlobe blood—in the dark red, transparent nail tubes, Fang Yuan's blood and the Blood Bat Dharma King's own heterogeneous essence blood were mixed together, turning into an indescribable dark golden-red color.

Fang Yuan's blood was absorbed by his fingernails.

It absorbs essence and blood.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension allowed him to process this information within a single heartbeat cycle. The Blood Bat King's attacks weren't solely physical damage. Every contact—even a mere scratch—drained the opponent's life essence.

His attacks have a built-in lifesteal effect.

The Blood Bat King's mouth split open.

I've seen that split magic square elemental several times before. But this time, it didn't laugh after splitting open.

There was no laughter.

Its mouth was simply split open. Two rows of dark red spikes were arranged haphazardly in the moonlight. The dark red membranes on both sides of its mouth were stretched to their limit, revealing the grayish-white skin clinging to the bone beneath.

He was tasting it.

The smell of Fang Yuan's blood.

"it is good."

One word. When the two layers of sound were saying this word, the underlying hum was suppressed to an extremely low level, while the surface vibrato was so sharp that it made the eardrums of a square ear ache.

"It's even better than I expected."

The dark red robe suddenly swelled up in the windless inner courtyard.

It wasn't the fabric that expanded. It was the body beneath the fabric—or rather, the area beneath the fabric that should have been the body—that gushed forth a thick, almost tangible cloud of blood mist.

Blood mist seeped from every pore of the Blood Bat King's body. Not slowly, but spraying. Each pore was a miniature nozzle. Tens of thousands of nozzles opened simultaneously.

The blood mist formed a spherical field with a radius of three zhang around him.

Within the domain—Fang Yuan's four times stronger divine soul perception made a tentative contact at the edge of the domain—and the temperature plummeted.

wrong.

It's not that the temperature has dropped.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension allowed him to correct his judgment in a fraction of a breath. The temperature remained unchanged. What changed was the oxygen content. Oxygen was being drawn from the air within the domain.

The blood mist is "breathing".

The entire area is like a giant lung. It's inhaling. It's inhaling oxygen from the air.

Fang Yuan paused for a moment at the edge of the domain.

Take a breath.

That's enough for him.

The domain had a radius of three zhang. The Blood Bat Dharma King stood at the center. For Fang Yuan to strike him, he had to step into the domain. Stepping into the domain—the oxygen was sucked out.

Physiological reactions in a hypoxic environment: increased heart rate, decreased judgment, and muscle strength decreased by more than 30% within two minutes.

Two minutes is too long.

The remaining duration of the Breakthrough Pill's effects—estimated by Fang Yuan's senses based on the precise feedback from his nine times stronger constitution—was less than a quarter of an hour.

We can't afford to wait any longer.

Fang Yuan stepped into the domain.

first step.

Twenty percent of the oxygen in my chest cavity was removed.

The feeling wasn't "not being able to breathe." It was "the air I was breathing in felt thinner." The amount of oxygen I could draw in with each breath plummeted from the normal level to 80%.

Fang Yuan made adjustments at the brink of suffocation during his 17x stance training. Not by adjusting his breathing rate—he couldn't accelerate his breathing. Accelerating breathing would increase the rate at which his vital essence was depleted. Fang Yuan chose a different path.

Slow down your breathing rate.

The normal one-breath-one-inhale technique was switched to three-breath-one-inhale.

Each inhalation was two and a half times deeper than normal. The contraction of the diaphragm and the expansion angle of the intercostal muscles were all stretched to the limits allowed by the 17-fold standing meditation.

Use fewer breaths. Take deeper breaths in a single breath. Maintain total oxygen intake so that it doesn't fall below the critical threshold.

Three breaths and one inhale.

The window of opportunity left for Fang Yuan to throw a punch is within two breaths after each inhalation.

Two breaths. Throw a punch. Pull back the fist. Wait for the next inhale.

Fang Yuan's right fist blasted out with the first heartbeat after he finished taking his first three breaths.

Layered Wave Fist. Triple.

The intent of the fist pierced through the blood mist.

The blood mist parted before the shockwave of the fist's intent—not by being dispersed, but by its own voluntary separation. Like something alive. Like intelligent smoke.

The punch missed its mark.

Fang Yuan's fist struck the air that had been exposed after the blood mist deliberately dodged.

The triple force exploded into a white flower in the air. The water vapor condensed for a heartbeat and then dissipated.

Didn't hit it.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension recorded a data point the instant his punch missed: the speed at which the blood mist dodged was faster than the speed at which the fist intent spread. This indicated that the blood mist's evasion was not "after sensing the fist intent and then dodging," but rather "predicting the direction of the fist intent in advance."

The Blood Bat Dharma King is using his mental power to control the blood mist.

Mental manipulation requires attention. Attention is limited.