章節 36: Chapter 36
{Bonus chapter for 100 powerstones. By the way, MC isn't in control of himself, drugs do give you the illusion of having control.}
'His combat style has adjusted... no, evolved to counter mine,' Shi Bin thought, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed the afterimages flickering around him. 'At first, he tried to crush me with sheer strength, but now he realizes that won't be enough.'
"I think I should be able to defeat you with brute force alone..." I said calmly, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. My tone was light, almost teasing, but the weight behind my words carried an undeniable edge. This wasn't just arrogance, it was a declaration. I clenched my fist, and the air around it seemed to ripple, vibrating with an ominous hum as energy gathered.
A memory surfaced: a technique I'd seen in another world, born from the realm of fiction but brought to life here with precise control.
By gathering Qi into my fist and releasing it a split second before impact, I could amplify the power of my strike several times over. This technique required a level of energy control that most cultivators could only dream of, but for me, it was second nature.
It reminded me of a concept from another world, a realm of fiction that now felt like reality. The Chakra Enhancement Technique is a method where precise control allows one to unleash devastating power in a single blow. But I wasn't content to stop there.
There was also Black Flash, an ultimate technique born from perfect timing. By applying energy within 0.000001 seconds of impact, a distortion would occur, a black ripple of space and force, amplifying the destructive power by 2.5 times. That fleeting moment of perfection, where timing and strength aligned, was enough to turn a simple punch into a cataclysmic force.
Then there was my Conqueror Haki. Infused into my strikes, it wasn't merely energy, it was will made manifest. The black lightning crackling around my fists was proof of that, a physical embodiment of dominance and unyielding intent. Conqueror Haki was the reason my combat power stood at the pinnacle of Qi Refinement, even though my cultivation hadn't reached it...
Now, it was time to recreate these techniques, and battle was the best way to do such a task.
Shi Bin's eyes narrowed, his shock evident. These weren't mere visual tricks; every afterimage carried a faint trace of mass as if they were solid echoes charging toward him.
"They're real?!" Shi Bin muttered, his voice sharp with disbelief as his instincts kicked in. He moved like a beast cornered, weaving between the shadows, fists lashing out with precision. The phantom images shattered under his strikes, dispersing like mist, but they didn't vanish fast enough.
"You think you can overwhelm me with illusions?" he barked, punching forward. His fist roared with power, carrying the illusion of a mighty tiger, a phantom predator born of his Qi. It tore through an afterimage, its sharp aura cleaving the air.
Shi Bin didn't stop there. Like a wild beast unleashed, he flowed through the chaos, fists, and claws moving in tandem, shredding the afterimages that dared near him. The crowd watched in awe as Shi Bin's movements embodied both power and grace, the illusion of the tiger roaring with each strike.
But I couldn't help but laugh. A grin split my face as I stood untouched, the afterimages evaporating one by one until only my true form remained.
"Is that a challenge?" I said, my voice brimming with excitement, my eyes sharp as a blade. "Because I accept!"
The afterimages blinked out of existence as if they had never been there, leaving the battlefield still for a moment. Shi Bin's gaze snapped to me, his muscles coiling, ready to strike.
Then he moved. Shi Bin burst forward like a cannonball, confidence etched across his face as he prepared for my attack. He believed strength alone would see him through, but I could see it, that flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes. He knew that once the battle ventured into the realm of martial mastery and complex techniques, brute strength alone wouldn't be enough.
"Did you know," I began with a smirk, stepping forward as my energy crackled and coiled around me like a living beast, "that brute strength combat is its own unique form of martial arts?"
Before Shi Bin could process my words, I launched my strike. Tiger Claw met my fist, a fist infused with my newly refined Haki, Black Flash precision, and the Chakra Enhancement Technique. The moment our strikes connected, the world trembled.
The moment of impact was cataclysmic.
Black lightning exploded from the clash, shrieking through the air like a thousand jagged spears. The barriers trembled, straining under the sheer force, sparks raining down like stars torn from the heavens. The entire stage shook violently, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface as the air itself seemed to shatter.
I was thrown backward, rocketing through the air like a bullet, my body feeling the price of my own power. Pain erupted in my arm, no, there was no arm left. My entire limb had been erased, disintegrated by the collision of forces. The blood sprayed into the air like crimson mist as I hit the ground hard, carving a trench with my impact.
But I didn't stop grinning. It was worth it.
Shi Bin, however, was in no better shape. He staggered backward, his body jolted as though struck by a falling mountain. His right arm, which had met my blow, hung limply at his side, its flesh shredded and bones fractured. Blood dripped steadily from his hand as he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain upright.
The crowd was frozen, breathless, their eyes locked on the two of us. Gasps rippled through the arena when they saw what happened next.
Bit by bit, my destroyed arm began to regenerate. The charred remains gave way to new flesh as my energy surged, each cell dividing and reforming with terrifying speed. Tendons wove together, muscles stretched, and bones knitted back into place, all before their stunned eyes.
"He's regenerating...!" someone in the crowd whispered, their voice trembling.
Shi Bin's own injuries began to mend as well, his 9 Heavenly Fiendgod Art roaring to life, accelerating his recovery. His shredded arm pulsed with a faint light as the wounds slowly stitched themselves together. But unlike mine, his recovery wasn't instantaneous. It was slower, deliberate, a process even his cultivation art couldn't perfect.
"What type of technique is that?" Shi Bin asked in shock, his voice edged with disbelief as he watched my arm regrow before his eyes. For a Level 1 Body Tempering cultivator to heal faster than someone like him was beyond reason.
"I call it Creation Rebirth, though it's still in its basic stages," I said with a faint smile, flexing my newly restored arm.
Here's the thing about healing: whenever a cell divides, it weakens slightly. For normal mortals, this process happens frequently, and over time, it takes a toll. Cultivators, on the other hand, have longer lifespans because their cells divide far slower and degrade at a much smaller rate. Creation Rebirth forces the cells to multiply rapidly, pushing the body to heal instantly, but at a cost.
This technique accelerates cell division beyond its natural limits. The more I use it, the more I shorten my lifespan. Right now, it's primitive and inefficient, but it works. It's a price I'm willing to pay, for now.
Shi Bin's eyes narrowed, clearly unsettled as his own arm continued its slow recovery, even with the power of the 9 Heavenly Fiendgod Art. In contrast, my body was already back to its peak, a clear indication of the difference between us.
Creation Rebirth is a technique from the world of Naruto. By forcibly stimulating cell division, it triggers rapid regeneration of damaged tissues and even destroyed organs. It's a method that grants near-invincibility during its duration, but there's a cost. The body doesn't repair old cells; instead, it burns through their natural limit by hastening the creation of new ones. And every time this process happens, it shaves off a piece of the user's lifespan.
The version I had just recreated? It wasn't as perfect as the one in my mind. Instead of chakra, I substituted Ki and Qi, blending their unique properties to stimulate cell growth at an unnatural speed. Without the Chaos Fiendgod Cultivation Art, this would've been impossible. That cultivation method had already endowed me with a body capable of slow, natural regeneration. Given time, my arm would've regrown on its own. But I forced it.
The trade-off? Ten years of my lifespan. Ten years gone in seconds.
Still, it wasn't perfect, yet. This crude version was just a starting point, a rough sketch of what it could one day become. And where better to refine something like this than in the heat of battle? Pressure breeds growth. Improvement demands sacrifice.
Shi Bin activated the 9 Heavenly Fiendgod Cultivation Art, his energy surging as he accelerated his recovery. The damage to his arm healed rapidly, though it came at the cost of his energy reserves. As soon as his arm was restored, he wasted no time. With a fierce burst of power, he charged toward me.
Not one to back down, I mirrored his movements, surging forward with equal intensity. In an instant, black flashes illuminated the arena as our battle reached a fever pitch.
My fist connected with Shi Bin's face, and the impact was catastrophic. Flesh disintegrated under the force of my strike, leaving only the bare structure of his skull. Yet, despite the devastating blow, Shi Bin grinned a wild, hurried expression of exhilaration, his unwavering gaze locked onto me. Before I could react, his counterattack landed.
Shi Bin's fist drove into my stomach, the sheer force reverberating through my body. The height difference was apparent, I had to leap just to reach his face, but he used my disadvantage against me. With an almost predatory precision, Shi Bin spun his entire body. The motion summoned the illusion of a mighty tiger, its form roaring to life as it added ferocity to his attack.
The momentum drove me hard into the ground, a massive impact that sent a small mushroom cloud erupting into the air. Dust and debris scattered in all directions, shrouding the battlefield in chaos.
But just as the crowd thought Shi Bin had gained the upper hand, the unexpected happened. A violent force shot Shi Bin away from me, sending him rocketing through the air. He landed hard, his arm twisted unnaturally, pain flickering across his face.
"You managed to counter even that!" Shi Bin laughed, his voice echoing with genuine excitement as the dust settled. The crowd, straining to catch a glimpse through the dissipating haze, finally saw me standing, though not unscathed. Blood dripped from my mouth as I coughed, my body clearly struggling to endure the punishment.
How did I counter such a ferocious attack? Simple... well, not really. Everything had to be timed with precision, with a razor-thin margin for error. The powerful blow to my stomach was unavoidable, I had to endure it. But as his strike landed, I seized the moment, using Shi Bin's own momentum to twist his arm mid-motion.
I had planned to flip him completely, to send him crashing down in a clean counterattack. That part failed, but I still managed to twist his arm unnaturally and land a well-placed kick before he could follow up with another strike.
Shi Bin staggered back, his arm hanging at an awkward angle, but he didn't falter. Instead, his fist began to glow with a fierce, radiant energy. The crowd gasped as the realization struck them. Fist intent, Shi Bin had unknowingly comprehended it mid-battle.
The arena erupted in uproar at the spectacle, cheers and shocked murmurs blending into a chaotic symphony. Even I couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction seeing it, his growth in the middle of combat was impressive, and worthy of respect.
But my pride was short-lived. My body was starting to betray me. Every movement became heavier, and slower, as if it were gradually ignoring my commands.
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