Particularly after his official match with Zhou Yinglin, Xue Jing felt as though he had shed so burdens from his heart, and with an imnse increase in experience from "Combat Skills," he gleaned newer insights into Impeccable.
In the hands of both Xue Jings, their palms opened simultaneously, nurous pixel-like pieces congregated in their hands, transforming into Nine-Chi Spears.
"Ding—!"
Without a word, both moved at the sa ti, rapidly thrusting their spears forwards, spear tips against spear tips colliding with each other.
In an instant, a terrifying ring-shaped wave of force exploded outwards.
"Ding ding ding ding ding ding—"
The sound of tal clashing against tal as spear tips t continued nonstop, both utilizing Heavenly Feather Garnt, every thrust exhausting all possible variations, and thus every thrust was aid at the most perfect "point," resulting in an extrely precise tip-on-tip outco.
After fifty thrusts, the Heavenly Feather Garnt was woven.
After eighty thrusts, Xue Jing reached the extre boundary he had achieved before the match, but he did not stop there.
Eighty-five thrusts...
Ninety thrusts...
Only at the ninety-fifth thrust did the two Xue Jings simultaneously falter and co to a stop.
By this ti, the ethereal shadows of the Heavenly Feather Garnt they had woven were so solidified that they were almost tangible, with only a slight sense of transparency.
"To think a single competition could elevate my skill by fifteen spears in one go..."
Xue Jing mused to himself.
The farther one progressed in Heavenly Feather Garnt, the more thrusts there were, and the more difficult it beca to make improvents.
His realm had surged so rapidly in such a short ti because it was built on countless instances of life-or-death extre practice.
Just one hamring from Zhou Yinglin brought progress that could match thousands of deaths in Consciousness Simulation.
"With my current level of Heavenly Feather Garnt, if I were to practice with 'Zhou Yinglin,' he would no longer be able to exert the pressure of death on , and my progress will likely be much slower than before. I need to find another way..."
"I'm about to reach the 'Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads' boundary of a hundred spears. I have a feeling..."
Xue Jing's eyes revealed enlightennt.
To him, Heavenly Feather Garnt was not just a set of spear skills.
The deep martial arts theories contained within, as well as the various brilliant and imaginative ideas and Channeling Energy pathways, brought him countless inspirations and gains regarding "Combat Skills" during the practice process.
The deeper he delved into practice, the more this held true, as if it were a never-ending treasure trove, each additional spear's variation in realm brought deeper knowledge of martial arts.
He already felt it; the Sublimation of Combat Skills was right in front of him.
The accumulation had reached a critical point; once that threshold was crossed, the conditions for the Sublimation of Combat Skills would be t.
And that threshold should be 'Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads.'
The mont the realm was achieved, would be the ti for the Sublimation of Combat Skills.
...
Sky Center, 1049th floor, Xu's Biological Company.
In the operation room decorated in a futuristic sci-fi style, Xu Mude, dressed in surgical attire, complete with cap, gloves, and mouth mask, looked towards the person lying on the large operation table before him.
"Young Master Zhou, you really are in a sorry state. To think that kid from the Outer Ring could do this to you," he said with a smile in his voice.
A doctor stood before the operation table, holding various surgical tools, and from his spine extended eight octopus-like flexible chanical arms, swaying as they patched up the beaten and broken Zhou Yinglin.
Ears, arms, collarbones... all the parts torn asunder by Xue Jing were neatly arranged on a side table, being tirelessly reattached and restored.
Zhou Yinglin, with his eyes open, had not succumbed to unconsciousness, and he wasn't even under anesthesia, but rather watched the ceiling with a gloomy gaze, enduring the tornt of having his flesh and nerves repaired directly.
Clenching his teeth, he bore the excruciating pain, with no intention of responding to Xu Mude's words.
Feeling bored, Xu Mude turned on his silver wristband and began browsing the internet.
"[U19 History's First Blast Wave (Soone's Bragging Again), not even starting the fight before borrowing money as a champion, only to be physically shattered in the quarter-finals, hilarious.]"
"[The ti for reckoning has co. Filial Zhou's followers are frantically deleting previous comnts. Anyone who sees any that slipped through, just @MySillyOodles below...]"
"[Zhou Xiao Ji really turned into a little chicken now, wings all broken. The fake faced a real eagle and got exposed right away...]"
He began reading aloud the flipped public opinion comnts to Zhou Yinglin, his tone light and mocking.
Zhou Yinglin initially wanted to ignore him, but as he listened, he couldn't help but glare at him.
Then the doctor imdiately scolded:
"Don't move around! Your ear is stitched up wrong!"
Zhou Yinglin muttered resentfully and straightened his head.
"Hahaha, got scolded by Doctor Zhang, huh." Xu Mude laughed heartily.
Doctor Zhang glanced at him and said, "You shouldn't speak and agitate the patient either."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Hours later, the surgery was completed and the once torn and ragged Zhou Yinglin was stitched into a complete human shape, with fine seams everywhere on his body.
Doctor Zhang, holding a bottle filled with glowing deep green liquid, said, "You better think this through, this stuff can accelerate your recovery, but it's not so miracle dicine that brings the dead flesh back to life; it's a strong poison that stimulates and overdraws your life potential, and it will shorten your lifespan."
Zhou Yinglin's sharp eagle eyes brimd with an intolerant hatred, "There's nothing to consider, hurry up and use it on !"
'Xue Jing... this isn't over yet!'
...
After the quarter-finals, the next day was a rest day.
In the villa at the Zhige Base, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the rooftop, eyes closed, motionless, his breathing extrely faint and prolonged.
He had been sitting there all night.
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Inside the Consciousness Space, two Xue Jings wielded the Nine Chi Great Spear, continuously using the Impeccable technique, the sound of tal clashing filled the air, never ceasing.
But no matter how many tis, no matter how hard he tried, he would always stop at the ninety-ninth spear, unable to thrust out the hundredth.
However, Xue Jing showed no frustration or impatience, continuing to practice, entering a state of flow similar to that of mindfulness.
Gradually, he instinctively began to adjust the rhythm of each spear thrust.
That's right, not the technique, the technique of Impeccable was perfect as it was, leaving no room for adjustnt, but rather the more profound 'rhythm.'
With each complete execution, the rhythm of his spear thrusts would progress slightly, inching closer to a certain 'ultimate truth of the universe.'
It was as if gliding through invisible cracks in the void, making his thrusts smoother and more fluid.
After an indeterminable amount of ti, the two Xue Jings in the Consciousness Space suddenly paused while simultaneously executing the ninety-ninth thrust and exploded into countless pixel-like particles.
In reality, Xue Jing's eyes snapped open, and he stood up.
He picked up the Nine-Chi Alloy Spear standing beside him and, like a deity descending, thrust out a spear with subli precision.
Then ca the second spear, the third spear... faster and faster, and in a matter of seconds, he had thrust out ninety-nine spears.
At that mont, he paused slightly, and then his spear lashed out explosively!
The hundredth spear—Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads!
A sharp Qi Force in the shape of a spearhead detached from the tip of his spear, penetrated the Alloy Dummy Punching Post, and everything in its path, extending hundreds of ters forward.
A solid Heavenly Feather Garnt, indistinguishable from the real thing, fluttered above the tip of Xue Jing's spear, extrely magnificent.
"Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads... succeeded."
Xue Jing whispered, retracting his spear, and opened his panel to look.
[Detected Extraordinary Skill eligible for Sublimation: Combat Skills]
[Sublimation Requirents:
Condition one, ????? (Already t)
Condition two, Level reached Lv10 (Already t)
Condition three, Required Divinity: 1000]
[Requirents t, spend 1000 Divinity to Sublimate?]
Xue Jing exhaled softly.
At last...
He clicked Sublimate without any hesitation.
The next mont, on the panel, the [Combat Skills] from the regular skills column gradually dissolved like ink.
In the Extraordinary Skill column, beneath [True Martial], a brand-new skill slowly erged.
Its na was—
[Army Master]!
...
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