Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Due to the three-degree shift of the vortex eye, a crack appeared on the left half of the fluid structure in the Blood Mist Domain.

The crack is less than half a foot wide. It will last no more than two breaths. After two breaths, the Blood Bat King's spiritual power will repair the deviation.

But two breaths are enough.

Fang Yuan's second punch pierced through the crack and struck directly into the inner structure of the domain.

The triple punch was intended to explode in the core area of ​​the blood mist.

The first layer disrupted the flow direction of the inner blood mist. The blood mist, which was originally contracting from the outside in, developed more than fifty micro-turbulence points under the interference of the shock wave.

The second overlap occurred. More than fifty turbulent points expanded and merged into a sheet. The rotating structure of the inner blood mist changed from ordered to chaotic.

The third level.

The third level of fist intent is no longer physical vibration. It is intent. The three levels of fist intent in the Stacked Wave Fist have transcended simple mechanical superposition by the third level. The third level carries Fang Yuan's spiritual will—the "absolute control" of the body from 17 times the standing meditation is projected onto the fist intent.

The spirit and will exploded in the core area of ​​the blood mist.

ripple.

Four times the comprehension gave it this definition. Like a pebble thrown into calm water, ripples spread in all directions from the point of explosive force.

The ripples passed through the blood mist. Through the blood vessels. Through the dark red, cold barrier of essence blood.

It struck the Blood Bat Dharma King's spiritual core.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's body stiffened.

Fang Yuan counted the duration of this "zombie" state.

0.6 breaths.

0.6 breaths. Less than a breath.

But in the 0.6 breaths that the Blood Bat King was frozen in place, Fang Yuan's 17x power of stance training had already accomplished three things—

With a backhand swift motion, he severed the remaining five blood vessels in his chest and waist with his left-hand short sword. As the blade sliced ​​across his chest, it tore open the front of his short brown robe, revealing the skin pierced by the five blood vessels. Five small holes. Blood seeped from the holes. He forcefully contracted the muscles around the wounds using his 17x stance training, minimizing the bleeding.

Right foot stomps on the ground. Body launches. Covers a distance of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). 0.2 breaths.

He drew a short knife from his lower back with his right hand—no, his left hand was still holding the short knife. What he drew from his waist with his right hand was—

Fang Yuan's right hand was empty.

He used his fists.

Right fist.

The final punch.

Of all the punches Fang Yuan threw throughout the entire battle, this one had the longest preparation time.

The preparations didn't begin in this instant. They started the moment he stepped into the domain. Analyzing the blood mist's structure with four times his comprehension took over ten breaths. Breaking the domain's structure with two punches took three breaths. The mental shockwave from the third punch froze the Blood Bat Dharma King for 4 breaths.

It was all just setup.

For this punch.

The 17-fold standing meditation technique channeled the remaining power in Fang Yuan's body into his right arm.

Not all muscle groups. It includes the triceps brachii, forearm extensors, and all stabilizing muscles of the wrist joint in the right arm. The force is compressed and accelerated along the transmission chain from the scapula to the humerus, ulna, and metacarpals.

The difference between 12x and 17x standing meditation practice lies not in the magnitude of force, but in the energy loss at each joint in the transmission chain.

12 times – joint conduction loss is about three percent.

17 times – losses were reduced to less than 0.5 percent.

The overall output efficiency of the punch increased by 15%.

The three fists combine to form a powerful force.

Fang Yuan's fist struck the Blood Bat Dharma King's chest at the 0.4th breath after the Blood Bat Dharma King froze.

It's not a protective area.

The protective barrier had already cracked when attacked by the fist's structure. The point where Fang Yuan's punch landed—based on his 4x comprehension analysis of every inch of the Blood Bat King's body throughout the battle—was not directly in the center of the sternum. It was two fingers to the left.

heart.

The essence of the triple punch was poured in.

The first layer penetrated the remaining cold essence and blood in the chest wall.

The second crushing action shattered the cartilage connections between the ribs.

The third level—

It bounced back.

At the same moment that Fang Yuan released his third layer of fist intent, his fist was propelled out by a cold force that was more violent than ever before.

It didn't bounce back from my chest.

It's from below.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's right knee came back up seven-tenths of a breath after the stiffness was relieved—he recovered one-tenth of a breath faster than Fang Yuan had expected.

The knee struck Fang Yuan in the abdomen.

Fang Yuan's body broke.

It wasn't broken. The impact of the knee strike sculpted it into a "V" shape. The upper body lurched forward, while the lower body flew backward.

Fang Yuan, with his 17x stance training, forcibly controlled his body's posture during the flight. He didn't let the parabola throw him off; he spun one and a half times in mid-air before landing feet-first.

I slid five steps.

The sole of the shoe carved two white marks on the gravel.

Fang Yuan regained his footing.

A belated, sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

It wasn't a fracture. It was an internal organ concussion. The impact of the knee strike passed through the abdominal muscles, shaking the stomach and transverse colon. A trace of rusty-tasting liquid spilled from Fang Yuan's mouth.

He swallowed it back.

The knee strike point. Fang Yuan's nine-fold bone-protecting layer was pierced at that location. Not cracked, but a hole was directly punched through it, which then closed up in the next heartbeat cycle. But the closed area was already half thinner.

Fang Yuan's total health and vitality dropped again after this attack.

In addition to the blood vessels that were previously removed.

In addition, the power of the Breakthrough Pill is continuously consumed.

Fang Yuan's internal energy reserves dropped from their peak state of 9 times his physical constitution to approximately 4 times his comprehension, which gave a figure of 70%.

Seventy percent remain.

But the effects of the Breakthrough Pill—

Fang Yuan's physical sensations provided an answer that made his teeth clench.

Less than fifteen minutes later. It shrank. The medicinal power was consumed more rapidly during the three-breath interval just now. The medicinal power was also being lost when the blood vessels were absorbing blood.

The actual remaining time is 15 minutes. Perhaps even less.

Blood Bat Dharma King stood still. Fang Yuan's punch had struck him two finger-widths to the left of his chest.

Fang Yuan's fist imprint remained on the chest of his dark red robe. A dent, about three-tenths of an inch deep. The fabric around the dent was torn in several places by the shockwave from the fist's force.

But the Blood Bat Dharma King's body showed no signs of retreating.

He looked down at the fist mark on his chest.

His five fingers hovered above the fist mark for a moment. The blood in Fang Yuan's fingernails had been drained. The transparent tube was then refilled with his own dark red essence blood.

He raised his head.

The bat shadow in the dark red pupils—it wasn't flapping its wings anymore.

The wings were folded. The shadow shrank to a tiny dot, fixed in the deepest recesses of the pupil.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension allowed him to glean a message from this change.

They're taking this seriously.

All previous encounters—including the two punches Fang Yuan used to shatter the domain structure—had not yet reached the threshold of "serious" in the Blood Bat Dharma King's evaluation system.

A punch landed near the heart—he'd arrived.

The inner courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Moonlight filtered through the clouds. Dark red frost patterns covered the shattered stone slabs. Smoke and blood mist mingled. Fang Yuan stood at the edge of the contracted domain. The front of his short brown robe was torn open. Five bloody holes in his chest had scabbed over with dark red scabs. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his right shoulder. A layer of skin was missing from his left earlobe. The spot on his abdomen where he had been struck by a knee was faintly turning purple.

The Blood Bat Dharma King stood at the center. A fist-shaped mark etched on his chest. Much of the mud and grass from the hem of his robe had been shaken away by the shockwave. A dark red membrane rippled across his face. Then all the ripples ceased.

The film has solidified.

It became a mask. No longer flowing. No longer wriggling. Fitted perfectly over the face.

The mouth didn't split open.

It's closed.

Two rows of dark red spikes retracted into the gums.

The blood mist in the domain reformed from the chaos. The vortex eye that Fang Yuan had broken was repaired. The crack closed. The turbulence point disappeared.

Moreover—Fang Yuan's four times divine soul perception was compared on the repaired domain—the repaired domain was denser than before.

The vortex's rotation speed increased by 40%. The concentration of the blood mist increased by 20%. The radius of the domain expanded from one and a half zhang to three zhang again.

This isn't about fixing; it's about upgrading.