Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

The black energy around Feng Zhenghao surged more and more violently, and two blurry spiritual outlines flickered alternately on his body surface, one on the left and one on the right, one hard and one soft, like two invisible armors covering his fists and feet.

The brilliance of the Spirit Control Technique lies in its ability to command multiple spirits and utilize their unique characteristics to adapt to different combat situations.

If the spirit of the martial arts master that was attached earlier endowed Feng Zhenghao with unparalleled external martial arts combat power, then the appearance of the second spirit now adds a touch of strangeness and yin to his aura.

Zhuge Qi stood opposite him, his hands still hanging naturally at his sides, but beneath that relaxed posture, his focus had risen to another level.

He could tell that Feng Zhenghao was serious this time.

The reason why the Eight Extraordinary Techniques are regarded as taboo in the world of supernatural beings is not only because of their great power, but also because they often break some of the fundamental rules of this world.

The ability to command spirits and command generals allows one to utilize the power of the dead for one's own purposes, a skill that is almost impossible to counter in conventional supernatural combat systems.

"Section Chief Zhuge, be careful," Feng Zhenghao said in a low voice, then moved again.

This time he was even faster than before, his footwork unpredictable, like a wisp of smoke blown by the wind, darting left and right, impossible to catch.

Zhuge Qi's gaze was fixed on his figure, and just as the afterimage was about to approach, he suddenly dodged to the side.

Feng Zhenghao's right fist grazed past his clothes, and the soft, yin-like force wrapped in the fist swept through the air, actually cutting a shallow mark on the floor tiles behind Zhuge Qi.

After being enhanced by that yin and soft spirit, this force was no longer purely fierce, but became a sticky and clinging force that was difficult to shake off once it was attached to it.

Zhuge Qi's brows twitched slightly. He spun around to avoid Feng Zhenghao's second punch, and at the same time, his right palm slashed diagonally upwards. The "Mountain-Splitting Palm" of Bajiquan was wrapped with a dignified and powerful force, directly cutting off Feng Zhenghao's attack.

The two clashed again.

This collision was more intense than the previous one.

Feng Zhenghao possesses the power of two spirits, allowing him to switch between offense and defense extremely quickly. Sometimes his power is as fierce as thunder, and other times as gentle as water. These two completely different forces alternate, and ordinary opponents are already overwhelmed just by adapting to these changes.

But Zhuge Qi's response made Feng Zhenghao increasingly uneasy.

He still didn't use any magic, relying solely on his Bajiquan skills to deal with the situation. However, his footwork and body movements followed a subtle pattern, and every sidestep and turn was precisely timed to hit the most difficult gaps in Feng Zhenghao's attack.

Feng Zhenghao launched more than ten attacks, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Zhuge Qi's clothes.

His brows furrowed more and more, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

pressure.

He hadn't felt this kind of pressure in a direct battle for a long time.

The last opponent he was so wary of was a few years ago when he sparred with one of the Ten Elders.

But that person was nearly twenty years older than him, had been immersed in the world of supernatural beings for decades, and possessed unfathomable strength.

The Zhuge Qi in front of us is only twenty-eight years old.

Feng Zhenghao's sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger.

He abruptly pulled back his fist and stepped back, creating distance. His chest heaved as he stared at the young section chief opposite him, who remained expressionless, and remained silent for a full three seconds.

"Section Chief Zhuge, be careful, I'm afraid I'll have to resort to some underhanded tactics."

Zhuge Qi sensed the probing in his words and smiled slightly: "Go ahead and come."

This time, Feng Zhenghao no longer tested the waters or held back. The two black wisps around him surged violently at the same time, like two pots of boiling ink, emitting a slight buzzing sound.

The black energy suddenly contracted inwards, completely disappearing into Feng Zhenghao's body.

Zhuge Qi's eyes finally became truly serious.

He could sense that Feng Zhenghao's aura was much stronger than before.

That was the full-power state after completely integrating the two spirits into himself, meaning that Feng Zhenghao was no longer "borrowing" the power of the spirits, but temporarily allowing the spirits to merge with himself, thus gaining an all-round improvement.

This state puts a tremendous strain on the body, and Feng Zhenghao would never use it lightly under normal circumstances.

Then he disappeared.

It has truly disappeared.

His speed was so fast that most of the people present could not keep up with it at all, leaving behind afterimages crisscrossing in the empty training ground. Several blurry afterimages appeared simultaneously to the left, right, front, and back of Zhuge Qi.

Ma Hong stood on the sidelines, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He practiced external martial arts and had one of the best eyesight in the action team, but at this moment he couldn't even see where Feng Zhenghao was.

Liu Yanyan's eyes widened, and she clenched her fists nervously.

However, Zhuge Qi stood still and closed his eyes.

Eyes closed?

Feng Zhenghao's offensive did not falter in the slightest. Several afterimages converged simultaneously and slammed down on Zhuge Qi from all directions.

Just as the arrow was about to hit, Zhuge Qi moved.

Instead of dodging, he stepped diagonally forward and to the right with his left foot, followed closely by his right foot, and as he twisted his body, both arms shot outwards at the same time.

He delivered three consecutive "Benghan Suji" strikes from Bajiquan at an extremely fast speed, each striking a specific location.

The Qi energy generated by the three Bengquan punches intertwined in the air to form an invisible protective barrier, which precisely blocked the three most likely angles from which Feng Zhenghao would attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Feng Zhenghao's figure appeared less than two steps away from Zhuge Qi, his fists pressing against Zhuge Qi's crossed arms, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the ground centered on the two of them.

Both of them slid backward several steps at the same time.

Feng Zhenghao steadied himself, his chest heaving more violently than before, and beads of sweat trickling down his temples.

The black aura around him was slightly disordered for a moment, and the outlines of the two spiritual entities flickered on his body, as if they were about to lose their unified state.

Zhuge Qi lowered his arms, his expression unchanged, but a shallow tear appeared on the cuff of his white shirt, a mark left by Feng Zhenghao's effeminate force.

He saw the crack, glanced down at it, and shook his head with a smile. "President Feng's move was indeed impressive; I almost couldn't defend against it."

He spoke casually, but everyone present could tell that it was just a tear in his sleeve, not even a scratch.

Feng Zhenghao stood there silently for a full five seconds before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

"Section Chief Zhuge, you have excellent skills," his voice was a few decibels lower than before, and his tone was less polite and more serious. "I'm impressed."

His saying this at this moment means that he has given in.

Zhuge Qi displayed his skill, and I failed to catch him, so I was already at a disadvantage. I could only try to save face.

Otherwise, it would be too undignified.