Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Fang Yuan's tooth root was rubbed.

Blood Bat Dharma King took a step forward.

There is no second step. Only one step.

But the moment he landed—from the point of contact with his feet as the center, a dark red ripple spread out in all directions along the ground.

The ripples spread throughout the entire inner courtyard.

Fang Yuan's shoes left the ground before the ripples arrived. His body bounced into the air.

The ripples rolled over the spot where he had just stood. A layer of dark red ice crystals condensed on the stone slabs in their path. The ice crystals spread extremely quickly.

Fang Yuan's body was suspended in mid-air, his feet dangling. Below him lay a ground covered in ice crystals. All around him was a domain of blood mist. Above—

Fang Yuan glanced upwards.

roof.

The roof of Fang Ying's room in the inner courtyard. The tiles gleamed gray in the moonlight.

Fang Yuan's toes found a foothold in mid-air—a corner brick at the top of the inner courtyard wall. He touched it. His body sprang upwards, landing on the roof ridge of Fang Ying's room.

The ground beneath my feet is covered with tiles. The tiles are cold.

Fang Yuan squatted on the roof ridge. His right hand was clenched into a fist. His left hand held a short knife in a reverse grip.

He looked down.

The Blood Bat Dharma King stood eight zhang in front of Fang Ying's room. A dark red domain swirled around him. Dark red ice crystals covered most of the courtyard beneath his feet.

He didn't look up at Fang Yuan.

He was looking at Fang Ying's door.

Fang Yuan's four times divine soul perception penetrated the roof and swept through the interior of Fang Ying's room.

Fang Ying was curled up in bed. The blanket was up to her chin. One of her two little pigtails had come undone. Her mouth was slightly open.

Fell asleep.

I slept the whole time.

Four years old. Her vital energy was as thin as gauze. The earth-shattering events outside were to her a slight, distant tremor.

Fang Lin crouched behind the door. He changed his grip on the short dagger three times—a calculation Fang Yuan's fourfold spiritual power derived from the distribution of sweat on the dagger's hilt. Fang Lin's palms were drenched in sweat. But his feet were firmly planted on the inside of the threshold. He hadn't moved an inch.

Fang Yuan gritted his teeth.

The effects of the Breakthrough Pill—his physical sensations told him—were less than a third of the time remaining.

time does not wait.

Fang Yuan reached his right hand into his pocket.

The fingertip touched the edge of the dark gold shard. A panel appeared.

Temporary increase in points: 6.

Fang Yuan's fingers stopped on the shards.

Breakthrough Pill.

Liu Ruyan's Breakthrough Pill temporarily pushed Fang Yuan's actual cultivation level to near the threshold of the Qi and Blood Realm. This boost wasn't from the system's enhancement, but from the medicinal power—the effect of the medicinal power on his stance training.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension was corrected within half a breath.

The boost provided by the Breakthrough Pill is equivalent to raising your stance skill from 9 to 12. This is not a temporary boost from the system; it's the effect of the pill.

Fang Yuan pursed his lips. What can two dots do?

But he didn't use it immediately. He looked away from the panel and down at the Blood Bat King.

Blood Bat Dharma King was still watching Fang Ying's room door.

Fang Yuan had no idea what he was waiting for.

But Fang Yuan couldn't wait any longer.

One-third of a quarter of an hour.

Fang Yuan's body was ejected from the roof ridge.

It wasn't jumping down. It was swooping down forward—towards the Blood Bat Dharma King.

The 17-fold stance training controlled the trajectory of the dive into a nearly vertical straight line. The height from the roof ridge to the ground was about 1.5 feet. Within this 1.5-foot distance, Fang Yuan's body combined gravitational potential energy with the explosive power of his blood and qi, which was 9 times stronger than his root bones.

Fang Yuan's right hand was empty.

Hold the short knife in reverse with your left hand.

The dive didn't end above the Blood Bat King's head. It ended to his right rear.

Fang Yuan's fourfold comprehension allowed him to accumulate a database of the Blood Bat King's movement patterns throughout the battle. One of the conclusions drawn from over three hundred microscopic analyses was that the Blood Bat King's rotation speed was one-tenth of a breath slower when defending against attacks from its right rear than in other directions.

One breath at midnight.

The right hem of the dark red robe was slightly lifted by the swooping airflow as Fang Yuan descended from the sky.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's body began to rotate.

Normal speed. Turn right.

Fang Yuan's trajectory changed when the Blood Bat Dharma King was halfway through his turn.

It's not a change of direction. It's a change of altitude.

Fang Yuan's body abruptly stopped falling at a height of three feet above the ground. The 17-fold power of stance training allowed him to maintain control of his core muscles, suspending his body in mid-air for a fraction of a breath.

Three breaths at midnight.

Fang Yuan's left-hand short sword completed an arc-shaped slash within 0.3 seconds.

It's not the Blood Bat Slayer King.

What you cut is a blood mist.

The curved blade sliced ​​through the blood mist layer to the right rear of the Blood Bat King. On the blade—Fang Yuan had done something before diving—the powder from the Crimson Flame Core of the Black Porcelain Jar was coated onto the blade.

The powder of pure yang medicinal properties reacted the moment it came into contact with the blood mist—

Blasted.

The vortex eye has shifted again.

This time it's not three degrees. It's seven degrees.

The structure of the domain changed from a small crack to a through-crack.

The crack extended from the top of the area all the way to the bottom.

The Blood Bat Dharma King's spiritual power surged towards the rift in the same breath—to repair it.

This was exactly what Fang Yuan had been waiting for.

In the fraction of a second that his spiritual power surged toward the rift, Blood Bat Dharma King experienced a blind spot in his perception of his surroundings.

Location of the blind spot.

Fang Yuan is already here.

To the right rear.

His left-hand short sword slashed straight down from the air.

With 4x Insight, the Blood Bat King's body structure was analyzed more than 300 times throughout the battle.

The skull is extremely hard. Foreign blood and essence have seeped into the bone. It cannot be forcibly split open.

There was a residual coldness protecting his chest cavity. Breaking through it once had already consumed three layers of his fist intent.

The heterogeneous blood circulation in the limbs forms a second layer of protection in the gaps between the fascia and periosteum.

More than 300 analyses.

There is only one position—

One position is where the Blood Bat Dharma King's heterogeneous essence blood is most thinly covered.

Throat.

To be precise—the triangular area between the lower edge of the left clavicle and the larynx.

The heterogeneous blood essence covering this area was so thin—Fang Yuan's four times divine soul swept over that spot during the second close-quarters punch—that it was only one-third the thickness of normal.

Reason: Fang Yuan speculated—his 4x comprehension provided the speculation—that the Blood Bat Dharma King's evil arts had altered his entire body's blood and qi circulation system. However, the throat is the passageway for swallowing and breathing. This passageway needs to maintain sufficient flexibility to sustain normal physiological function. Foreign essence and blood cannot accumulate too thickly in this location, otherwise the throat will harden.

The price of evil practices.

Fang Yuan's left-hand short sword drew an extremely short and fast arc at the end of his dive.

Curved blade. Polished from iron.

The angle of entry for the blade tip is as follows: cut from the outer side of the lower edge of the left clavicle. The angle is deflected inward by twelve degrees. The penetration depth is controlled at one and a half inches.

One inch and seven fen.

It is exactly the distance from the lower edge of the clavicle to the outer wall of the larynx.

Fang Yuan felt a cold resistance as his blade pierced through the one-third-thick layer of foreign essence blood membrane—like a blade cutting into a piece of frozen meat.

We passed through.

The knife tip pierced his throat.

The curved blade made an angle against the inner wall of the throat—the precise control of the wrist and finger joints achieved through 17 times the stance training—entering from the left and changing direction in the gap between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae.

It went out to the right side.

It emerged from the gap between the right cervical vertebrae and the clavicle.

A single slash pierces through.

The larynx. The cervical intervertebral space. Left in, right out.