Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Fang Yuan kept walking.

Step two. Step three.

The oxygen level in my chest cavity dropped to 60%.

Fang Yuan noticed a very slight darkening at the edge of his vision—an early sign of insufficient oxygen supply to the brain. His 17x stance training increased blood flow in his carotid artery, forcibly maintaining oxygen supply to the brain with higher blood pressure.

The cost. The load on the blood vessel walls is increasing.

One cannot stay in a field for too long.

Fang Yuan threw a second punch.

It wasn't about fighting the Blood Bat King. It was about hitting the air three feet to the left.

The blood mist didn't flinch. It didn't need to. There was no target worth protecting in that direction.

Fang Yuan's fist intent exploded within the blood mist. Triple shockwaves spread through the medium of the blood mist.

The first layer—the flow structure of the blood mist was disrupted. The blood mist particles, which were originally rotating at a uniform speed, became turbulent under the interference of the shock waves.

Fang Yuan's fourfold divine sense detected a change in the turbulent area: blood streaks. Blood streaks were hidden within the blood mist.

Dozens of dark red filaments, as thin as hair, were hidden in the thick fog. They were distributed throughout the area: up, down, left, right, front, and back, providing complete coverage.

They had been waiting. They had been waiting since Fang Yuan first stepped into the domain. Waiting for the Blood Bat King's command.

just now.

The instant Fang Yuan threw his punch, disrupting the blood mist, more than a dozen blood streaks shot towards Fang Yuan from different directions simultaneously.

Fang Yuan's 17x stacking power was used to complete the ballistic analysis in the same frame as the blood streak was activated.

Twelve roots.

Twelve tracks. Eight point to the torso. Two point to the head. Two point to the legs.

Fang Yuan's body reacted under zero-delay control.

Not all dodges.

Twelve. To hide from them all—impossible. At least not within a single breath.

Fang Yuan chose a plan.

Avoid the head and legs. Next to the torso.

His head was tilted an inch and a half to the right. Two streaks of blood shot towards his head, passing three-tenths of an inch from each side of his left and right cheeks. The wind felt extremely sharp against his face.

Her legs were slightly together, her knees slightly tucked in. Two streaks of blood, shooting towards her legs, grazed the outside of her knees.

Eight pointing towards the torso—

Fang Yuan's nine times stronger constitution generated a layer of qi and blood protective energy on the surface of his chest and abdomen. It wasn't a complete shield; it was just a thin film adhering to his skin.

Eight blood vessels were hit simultaneously.

Two were tied to the left arm. One to the right shoulder. Three to the chest. Two were wrapped around the waist.

Two needles, piercing through the short brown cloth, were lodged in his left arm, penetrating about an inch deep from the outer edge of his biceps. Not deep. But Fang Yuan's four-fold spiritual scan detected an erosion signal at the very moment the blood vessels pierced his arm.

The tip of the blood-stained line is being drawn.

The vital essence on Fang Yuan's arm was being rapidly drawn away from the wound by the blood vessels.

The one on the right shoulder was even worse. It pierced through half an inch. The tip of the blood vessel was hooked into the deep muscle fibers of the right deltoid muscle.

Fang Yuan felt it—the blood thread was pulling outwards. It wasn't pulling at his muscles. It was pulling at the blood and qi within his body. The blood thread was like a tube, one end piercing Fang Yuan's body, the other end connecting to the Blood Bat Dharma King three zhang away.

pipeline.

The Blood Bat Dharma King is using blood as a straw.

Fang Yuan's total Qi and blood volume is decreasing at a rate that Fang Yuan can perceive.

The body's reserves of Qi and blood are extremely thick, nine times the strength of its natural constitution. But even the richest resources cannot withstand this constant draining.

Fang Yuan gripped the short knife in his left hand.

The curved blade reflected light briefly in the dark red blood mist.

A knife.

Two bloody streaks on the left arm.

When the iron-hardened curved blade cut through the blood threads, Fang Yuan encountered an unexpected resistance—the blood threads weren't solid. They weren't threads that could be cut with a single stroke. They were semi-liquid. As the blade cut down, the blood threads receded from both sides of the cut, curling back like severed earthworms, but the dark red liquid seeping from the cut stuck to the blade.

Both were broken. It's been returned.

Fang Yuan flipped his left hand. The blade tip pointed upwards. He swung it back to slash at the blade on his right shoulder.

The blade sliced ​​across Fang Yuan's shoulder—a layer of skin was shaved off by his own blade.

He used his own knife to cut the blood vessels out of the muscle fibers, still attached to the skin of his shoulder.

Blood spurted out. The wound on his right shoulder widened from half an inch to an inch. But the blood vessels stopped bleeding.

Fang Yuan felt the extraction speed decrease. The three channels became zero. The passages in his left arm and right shoulder were severed.

The three on my chest and the two on my side are still there.

Fang Yuan didn't cut it.

He charged forward.

He charged forward with five blood-red threads attached to him. The other end of each thread was connected to the Blood Bat Dharma King. Fang Yuan's forward charge meant that the blood-red threads were being shortened. The shortened threads were under increased tension.

Blood Bat Dharma King's finger twitched.

Fang Yuan's fourfold spiritual power captured this movement—the Blood Bat King's fingers were under increasing strain as he maintained the blood threads' connection. Maintaining control over the blood threads required a continuous output of mental energy. The shorter the blood threads, the higher the precision required for control.

Fang Yuan's strategy wasn't to sever the blood threads. Instead, he used himself as an anchor point, pulling the five blood threads along as he charged to close range.

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Fang Yuanchong charged two zhang.

There is one zhang left.

The Blood Bat King's mouth split open. Two rows of sharp spikes gleamed wetly in the blood mist. His left hand emerged from his sleeve—palm facing forward—and pushed out.

The blood mist domain suddenly shrank from a radius of three zhang to one and a half zhang.

Contraction is not weakening; it's pressurization. The same volume of blood mist is compressed into half the space, doubling the concentration.

Fang Yuan's vision went almost completely black in the instant the blood mist concentration doubled.

It wasn't because the blood mist blocked the light. It was because the oxygen concentration plummeted from 60% to 30%.

The brain's oxygen supply drops precipitously.

Fang Yuan's vision began to flicker—black and bright spots alternated in his field of vision. The fluid balance in his cochlea was affected. His vestibular system began to become unbalanced.

Fang Yuan's body was forcibly straightened by the 17-fold standing meditation technique in the heartbeat before he lost his balance.

The significance of 17 times the standing posture training lies not in strength, nor in speed. It lies in the absolute control that allows one to maintain the mind's ability to pin every muscle fiber in the correct position even when the body has begun to lose control.

Fang Yuan threw a punch.

It wasn't about fighting the Blood Bat King. It was about hitting the stone slab beneath their feet.

Layered Wave Fist. Triple Fist Intent. Downward.

The stone slab shattered into fragments beneath Fang Yuan's feet. The fragments and dust from the rammed earth layer rose into the air simultaneously, reaching a height of three feet.

A three-foot cloud of dust caused an incident in an area of ​​one and a half feet.

The blood mist was disturbed by physical particles of gravel and dust.

The blood mist is semi-liquid. It can actively avoid the shockwaves of the fist's intent. However, it cannot avoid solid fragments. When the stone slab fragments passed through the blood mist, they disrupted the uniform density of the blood mist.

A flaw has appeared in the field.

Fang Yuan's four times divine soul perception swept over the flaw at the same moment the rubble was raised—seven degrees to the left of the Blood Bat Dharma King's front, where the density of the blood mist appeared in a thin area the size of a fist.

A rarefied zone means that the oxygen concentration has temporarily increased.

Fang Yuan emerged from the dust. His footsteps trod on the crumbling rammed earth. The path led through that thin zone.

in one breath.

One whole mouthful.

The volume of the three breaths inhaled was compressed into this single breath by 17 times the force of the stance training. The diaphragm descended to its maximum depth. The intercostal muscles expanded to the upper limit allowed by the skeletal structure.

Oxygen was pumped into the lungs.

My vision recovered about 70% from the large black spots.

enough.

Fang Yuan's right fist shot out with the same heartbeat as he took that breath.

The target—not the Blood Bat King's body.

It sprays blood mist.

To be precise, the attack targeted the structural nodes of the Blood Mist Realm.

In every breath Fang Yuan experienced after entering the domain, his fourfold comprehension was constantly active. It was doing one thing—analyzing the flow structure of the blood mist.

The blood mist is not uniformly distributed. It has a flow direction, a rotation axis, and a density gradient.

Just as water forms eddies in a pool, blood mist also possesses its own hydrodynamic structure within the domain. The stability of this structure depends on several key nodes—Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension locked onto three of them during a dozen breaths of continuous observation.

The first node. About two feet above the Blood Bat King's right shoulder. There is an area with the highest density of blood mist there. It is the "vortex eye" of the entire domain.

Fang Yuan's first punch pierced through the air a foot directly below the vortex eye.

The shockwave from the triple punch didn't directly shatter the vortex's eye. Instead, it impacted from below, causing the vortex's axis of rotation to shift.

It shifted by three degrees.

Three times.