Martial Arts Fist Intent, in the era of Ancient thod Practitioners, was revered as an embodint of the spirits and beliefs of those Seeking Dao, an extrely potent combat thod, and a Great Divine Power that could transform illusion into reality.
However, in actuality, it was nothing more than a specific Suggestion Technique coupled with Mind Control Magic, nothing more.
One might also consider this. Although the principle of the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword suggests that the Observer Effect might exist in this universe, there is still no evidence to prove that the Observer Effect is the correct interpretation of Wave Function Collapse. And if this universe was not one deeply influenced by a strong Observer Effect, how could there be such nonsense about "simply by recognizing it, one can materialize it"?
The true principle of Martial Arts Fist Intent was to impose suggestions on both allies and enemies, convincing both sides that the "Caster is very strong." Additionally, it involved linking Spiritual Energy with Telekinesis to physically oppress the opponent. Those well-versed in this technique could even share the most intense and vivid mories from their own mind, creating an Illusion perfectly suited to their psychological state.
All spells that are related to soul and thought have their foundations in the Soul. "Thought" determines "emotion," which can disturb the Spirit Power Field that makes up the Soul. The intrinsic form of Mana of the Yangshen Pavilion is unique; it is closer to the soul than ordinary mana. Simulating the soul, controlling the soul is a piece of cake for them. Compared to real Illusion Techniques, Martial Arts Fist Intent can indeed only be considered a standard attack thod.
Wang Qi conjectured Chen Feng's thods in his heart, then quickly ca up with a counterasure.
The so-called Martial Arts Fist Intent really wasn't very useful. The Suggestion Technique itself was a very primitive form of magic, to begin with. Not to ntion it was essentially an automatically ford one, easily countered by simply bolstering one's Willpower.
Seeing the look on Wang Qi's face, Chen Feng probably guessed what he was thinking. He laughed, "If it were you using Martial Arts Fist Intent, maybe others could endure it through their Willpower. But you see, the Caster of this move is ."
Chen Feng moved again. He swung his right fist and quickly advanced towards Wang Qi. Chen Feng's punch wasn't particularly fast, and it didn't carry much Mana. According to Wang Qi's calculations, the punch should be light and wouldn't even hurt if it hit. But sohow, he felt that if he didn't dodge it, he would die!
For the first ti, calculation and instinct had such a significant divergence!
In Wang Qi's eyes, Chen Feng's punch blotted out the sun. Under the pressure of infinite Strength, it was accompanied by the Evil Qi that ravaged the battlefield, annihilating everything in its path—unstoppable!
"Damn it..." Even with his eyes closed, Wang Qi still felt the terrible Fist Force about to hit him. He circulated the Wanfa Sect ntal thod to exclude emotional contagion, then planned to take three quick steps backward to his left. When he reopened his eyes, Chen Feng's fist was halted just an inch in front of his nose.
"That's how it is," said Chen Feng, withdrawing his fist and explaining, "There are two kinds of sophisticated Illusion Techniques. One is so real that you'd die without ever recognizing it as fake, and the other is so convincing that even if you know it's an illusion, it can still kill you."
Wang Qi's breathing was slightly disordered, and he felt as if he couldn't catch his breath. But he still forced a smile, "Yet I still dodged it."
"Mm-hm, after all, you're a disciple of the Wanfa Sect," Chen Feng said, with a look that said 'I knew it': "Both disciples of Wanfa and Mysterious schools have stopped placing much faith in their direct sensory experiences, preferring instead to trust mathematical cognitions. Though your aura was taken by my spell, you still dodged my punch based on the calculated outco."
Wang Qi reflected for a mont, then his aura surged rapidly, "How about this?"
The so-called aura refers to the phenonon of Spirit Pressure that arises from the potential difference between regions of High Spirit and Low Spirit, similar to voltage, spirit pressure can also be increased through special techniques—For disciples of the Wanfa Sect, simply substituting the exponential function into the ntal thod was the easiest way.
Life Beings sensitive to Spirit Sense, when facing a High Spirit object or a strong individual's aura, would inherently feel emotions like "fear." Besides, such "aura" also served to fend off the oppressive Boxing Intent, acting as a form of defense.
Chen Feng shook his head, "Don't compete desperately with others in their area of expertise."
His wide robe billowed as his eyes suddenly widened. In that mont, Wang Qi felt an uncanny sensation, as if he saw a montum surging around Chen Feng, towering like mountains and majestic beyond comparison, high above the drifting clouds. His own montum, compared to it, seed as insignificant and humble as a firefly to the bright moon.
It wasn't an illusion, yet it surpassed an illusion.
Chen Feng's mana was also at the Foundation Establishnt Stage... it couldn't possibly be a hundred tis my own...
Wang Qi's sweat poured out like syrup, his mouth dry and tongue scorched. He knew this was an illusion technique, yet he still couldn't muster the thought to counterattack.
Just then, Chen Feng's Qi chanism changed again, looking down upon the world with disdain, roaring in all directions. His fists and feet even took on a hint of a wild nature, like a lion, a fierce tiger, a celestial wolf, a soaring eagle, as if each punch and each kick could blow a giant elephant into the air. The howling Fist Force subtly exuded a brutal and primitive, all-encompassing predatory montum.
Wang Qi thought the other wanted to employ a style of martial art that was open and powerful, advancing unstoppably, and raised his arms to defend. Unexpectedly, Chen Feng's fists fluttered past his arms like butterflies through flowers, directly attacking his chest and face. After Wang Qi took a few hits, he kept retreating, swinging his arms based on past experience, but to little effect. Because he was inundated with illusions, his arms instinctively avoided directly clashing with Chen Feng's fists, and he couldn't exert any strength.
It was laughable that he clearly knew Chen Feng was using a close-quarters Scattering Hand technique, a martial art that should have been easily breakable for him, yet his well-calculated moves kept going wrong because his arms instinctively evaded.
Chen Feng shook his head with energy to spare, "You indeed lack experience against opponents. Don't think about breaking my montum, think about what you can do yourself!"
Before Chen Feng's words had finished, Wang Qi desperately retreated. Chen Feng followed closely as a shadow, not allowing Wang Qi to leave the attack range. He was becoming a bit impatient. Sparring with Wang Qi and giving him a few pointers was fine, but beating up a youngster in this way was truly boring and a waste of ti.
After all, Wang Qi's perceptiveness was not limitless. This experience should be enough for him to absorb for a while; continuing the fight would only waste ti...
Thinking this, Chen Feng changed his Qi Intent for the third ti. His hand chopped downward, coupled with the Boxing Intent of "Ruling the heavens and the earth, nothing uncuttable, all life killable," aiming to end this friendly match with this single strike.
At that mont, Wang Qi raised his arms, a simple Cross Punch from the side blowing away Chen Feng's hand chop.
One punch, one level.
The pure Fist Force caused Chen Feng's arm bone to ache. He looked at Wang Qi sowhat surprised, not understanding how the other suddenly had the power to counterattack.
"Because of fear, so each move can probably only exert sixty percent strength, any more and the muscles will automatically recoil... retreat is inevitable, on average retreating one foot for every three punches received..." Wang Qi narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Parater collection complete."
If retreat was inevitable, then he would incorporate "retreat" and "wavering" into his calculations!
Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Quite interesting."
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