Chapter 759: Talent
Feel.
All Yi Chen used for wire-walking was the sensation originating from deep within his body.
He not only closed his eyes, but even let Nash use parasites to seal his hearing,
eliminating these chaotic external factors and focusing on the sensation.
He didn’t feel like he was walking on a wire, but rather that the wire was supporting him;
he had beco completely fused with it, even returning to his childhood.
The only difference was that there was a rather troubleso obstacle on the other side of the wire, but in Yi Chen’s view, it was no different, and even less pressure than what the orphanage had once imposed on him: "Despair."
After all, he now had friends,
He could feel that Nash was also fully rged with him at this mont, able to enter this state of wire-walking instantly;
Nash’s contribution was indispensable.
"Thank you..."
A heartfelt thanks slipped from Yi Chen’s lips, but it went unanswered, only because Nash was too focused and had also shut out the outside world just like Yi Chen.
...
This tranquil scene even baffled Art on the other side.
"Unbelievable! Mr. Yi, have you learned wire-walking before...? Just a mont ago, you seed ready to kill , and now you have beco so pure.
Even those in Cancer Palace with benign tumors, I have never seen such a pure heart realm. Remarkable, truly remarkable~ I was too careless, you are indeed not the sa person as William.
It looks like I must bring out so real skill now."
Art’s thod of wire-walking was different,
Under his oversized clown costu, he had mutated cells to form wheel-like "legs," perfectly shing with the wire and sliding forward,
Every movent he made, whether the activity of his facial muscles or the movents of his left and right hands, was perfectly symtrical, maintaining absolute balance.
"Let’s test if you can really maintain balance."
Art pouted his lips, making a bubble-blowing gesture.
Though there appeared to be nothing in his mouth, he directly blew out a human head balloon that floated toward Yi Chen.
The human head balloon neither exploded nor stuck to Yi Chen to shift his center of gravity, but hovered beside his ear, screaming a heartrending plea:
"Please save , I’m in so much pain!"
Then it changed into the cries of a child, or a fierce face bellowing threats to kill Yi Chen,
However, no matter what was said, it couldn’t break the tranquility,
Seeing that words were ineffective, the human head balloon started to self-inflate, its head growing bigger and bigger, just about to explode whenswoosh~ faintly, a sound of a blade slicing through air was heard, but no blade light or slashing movent was seen.
The human head balloon wasn’t cut open, nor did it even have a scratch,
But the balloon rolled its eyes back, exhaled the air built up inside, and deflated on its own... as if its spirit had been slashed.
At this mont, so audience mbers below had already caught on and began to flood the chat with comnts.
"Consciousness Slash?"
Those who followed suit were nurous, but they were not wrong.
The move Yi Chen had just used was Consciousness Slash, and he had not specifically targeted anyone. He simply felt a dangerous presence nearby, and his killing intent combined with his consciousness spontaneously produced a virtual slash.
It wouldn’t cause physical damage but could sever the opponent’s spirit. For those with insufficient willpower, even a consciousness slash might be perceived as a real slash and could kill them.
Even while releasing a Consciousness Slash, Yi Chen continued to step normally, without a single tremble in his footwork.
The next second, dozens of human head balloons attacked.
Near or far, any balloon wishing to explode and hostile towards Yi Chen would be subjected to a Consciousness Slash.
Pop pop pop~
Art then chewed sothing in his mouth.
"If balloons don’t work, how about solid balls?"
With a forceful spit! A compacted atball shot out of Art’s mouth, moving even faster than a bullet.
Yi Chen still made no move, neither extending his hand to intercept nor using a blade to strike,
but instead...
Whoosh!
He exhaled a breath of a different aura.
Using Purple Lung’s specially exhaled airflow, he disturbed the air in front of him, causing the trajectory of the atball to shift, making it seem as if a stream of purple breath led the atball to pass just by Yi Chen’s ear.
"Lung disease? Ah... no, I’ve never seen purple lung aura before."
This maneuver completely confounded Art, .
At this mont, Yi Chen was less than ten ters away from him.
"I never expected to encounter a genius on the tightropeah! The pressure is imnse, I actually didn’t make you fall even once, how embarrassing... I have no choice but to do this."
Art reached into his clown suit with both hands, and following a wriggle inside, he actually pulled out a super large hamr! It was covered in smiley face doodles.
Lifting it over his head,
he locked onto Yi Chen approaching him,
but when the hamr head ca down, the surface of the hamr bizarrely grew tumors, each of which split further to create an even bigger hamr head,
The already large hamr, now nearly occupied the space above Yi Chen’s head, casting a shadow over his entire body, making it impossible to dodge.
The previously used Consciousness Slash or blowing were ineffective.
If hit, it wouldn’t just be a matter of losing balance;
he could even be killed instantly.
Yi Chen, who had been maintaining a steady pace on the tightrope, stopped for the first ti and made a move that could possibly cause him to lose balance.
He lifted his right arm to insert it into the mouth of the Parasite on his shoulder and pulled out a dagger nad Hundred-Headed Slayer. .
This seemingly ordinary action was incredibly difficult to accomplish here.
Any slight shift in center of gravity would lead to a fall,
as Yi Chen raised his right arm to grab the dagger, every muscle in his body worked together while other parts of his body slightly shifted dynamically to the left side.
Through the cooperation of his entire body’s muscles, the center of gravity remained absolutely unchanged, and the steel wire under his foot didn’t wobble at all.
[Slash]
Hum!
A Black flash passed, and the hamr was cut into two from the middle, falling into the depths.
Yi Chen continued his slow and steady steps, sheathing the dagger and continuing forward.
This scene stunned all the audience including William,
"Yi Chen, this guy, can adjust every muscle so perfectly without Madness Brain?
No, not adjustnt! It’s a kind of balancing instinct, a behavior his body autonomously does under absolute concentration;
it doesn’t even require any effort from his brain to adjust.
He’s purely walking the tightrope;
everything he does revolves around ensuring stability in his tightrope walking."
...
At this mont, Yi Chen and Art were just three ters apart.
The latter, looking at the hamr cut in half in his hands, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Art couldn’t believe that on the matter of tightrope walking, there was soone more talented than him.
"Dynamic coordination, naturally achieved! Wow! Mr. Yi, you truly are astonishing."
Art stopped moving forward, instead spreading his arms to either side, intending to block the approaching Yi Chen with a wall of his body.
"Mr. Yi, were you planning to flip over my head or were you planning to detour from my left or right..."
Before he could finish,
Art felt a sudden heat in the center of his body as if sothing was passing through him.
Looking down,
his clown suit and his swollen body were cut in half,
Yi Chen, supposed to be standing two ters away, had already passed through him and arrived behind him,
always maintaining the slow, steady pace of ’tightrope walking,’ Yi Chen had ford a ’fixed thought’ in Art’s mind, seemingly determining that Yi Chen would continue at this pace, ensuring stability.
But in that instant, Yi Chen adjusted his breathing, instantly accelerating to MAX speed.
From zero to Limit,
so much so that Art’s fixed thought couldn’t turn around,
[Flash]
Like a black lightning, he tore through Art’s body, successfully ’crossing over.’
Art, his body now beginning to restore, slowly raised his handsnot in any chasing maneuver but in surrender.
"Wow! I give up! You won the first round, Mr. Yi."
As Yi Chen stepped onto the platform on the other side, the tightrope disappeared.
The platform slowly sank back to the ground, returning to a more spacious level area, preparing for the second performance.
At this mont, among the audience’s visual screens, the comnt stream was dominated by a single word.
[Yi].
At this mont, Yi Chen had just opened his eyes, as if he had just returned from ’Orphanage’ back to reality.
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