Chapter 374: Toywar
Chapter 374: Toywar (End)
“Five out of ten with the blade, seven out of ten for Momentum… yet this much power,” Feng Bu Jue muttered. “Looks like… earlier, I didn’t even have the qualifications to stand against you.” As he spoke, he activated his Spirit Sense Body Technique, stepped into his Moon Step, and suddenly accelerated. His form shifted from solid to ethereal as he lunged toward Si Yu.
Si Yu’s eyes narrowed, her killing intent sharpening. With a twist of her Sealed Sainthood, she slashed upward, sending a piercing Sword Qi howling toward him.
Feng Bu Jue didn’t back down. He countered with his Storm Leg, kicking out a black arc of energy.
With a shriek, the two attacks collided midair, exploding in a burst of energy that sent turbulent shockwaves rippling outward. Feng Bu Jue, caught mid-air, suffered the brunt of the blast and was forced backward. After this exchange, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
“It’s not over yet,” Si Yu remarked coldly, her longsword already moving again.
Whoosh—Whoosh—Whoosh! Wave after wave of Sword Qi surged forth like rolling tides, unbroken and relentless. Si Yu’s blade moved at blinding speed; to onlookers, it had become a swarm of flickering illusions.
“As expected…” Feng Bu Jue drawled in response. He reversed his Moon Step to steady himself, then unleashed dozens of Storm Legs in quick succession, intercepting each incoming Sword Qi.
By now, the fire sprinklers on the ceiling had been shut off, but the humidity in the air remained high. The clashing techniques erupted into mist, their energy painting the battlefield with swirling, ghostly vapors—a breathtaking spectacle.
“This is bad… she’s even stronger than I imagined.” Feng Bu Jue thought grimly.
Though he wore his signature "Lao Tzu's Wu Di" smirk, deep down, he knew the truth—his transformed strength and speed were only triple his original limits.
This level of enhancement wasn’t much different from the Spirit Sense Body Technique’s effect. However, the Demon God Descent title also tripled his Vitality Value and granted infinite Stamina Value and Spirit Energy Value. Techniques like Storm Leg and Moon Step, which had no cooldown, could now be used freely.
If he activated his Spirit Sense Body Technique now, its effects would stack, pushing his power to over six times his base strength.
Even so, he and Si Yu were evenly matched.
Because of their Soul Intents.
Feng Bu Jue’s Soul Intent was the ever-active Zero-Time Differential Calculation. While superficially similar to Observation Haki, it was fundamentally different. Unlike predictive techniques, Zero-Time Differential Calculation didn’t anticipate attacks. Instead, at the split-second an attack occurred, it computed the optimal reaction based on his current capabilities and executed it flawlessly.
Its sole weakness was a need for data. Whether attacking or defending, the calculations relied on prior knowledge. For example, dodging bullets required understanding their speed and trajectory—knowing “supersonic and linear.” Without accurate data, the calculations failed, and his responses would be wrong.
Take his battle with Shiva—his eventual victory hinged on prior combat experience. He’d already fought Shiva extensively before awakening his Soul Intent, allowing him to grasp the nuances of Shiva’s physical techniques, skills, and Psionic Weapon fire rates. The more precise his data, the more flawless his counterattacks.
Another example: Little Red Riding Hood from the Ascending Tower Chronicles. Though they’d never fought, Feng Bu Jue could theorize her power—“her punches are faster than bullets; one slap could flatten me.” Using this as a baseline, his Soul Intent calculated the outcome of charging her head-on: “Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.” Hundreds of deaths in a thousand variations.
Such was Feng Bu Jue’s Soul Intent. Now, Si Yu’s.
The heroine’s Soul Intent was Limit Efficiency, a technique activated on-demand. Unlike passive abilities, this one had no quantifiable stats, so the system excluded it from combat power calculations—explaining why Si Yu ranked outside the top 20.
Yet its effects were anomalously powerful.
When activating Limit Efficiency, all physical imperfections vanished. Her movements became perfectly optimized, and stamina consumption dropped to minimal levels.
Let’s take running. Why could a trained athlete run 10,000 meters and still stand, while an amateur collapsed halfway? Beyond muscle, weight, and lung capacity, it was technique—proper posture, rhythm, and breathing. Efficiency made all the difference.
Another example: breaking bricks with a palm strike. Why could someone split a brick, while another broke their own hand? The same principle applied.
Through relentless training, muscle memory became instinct, and reflexes accelerated tenfold. When speed, strength, and skill converged, the impossible became possible.
Limit Efficiency allowed Si Yu to exist in this state constantly.
Activating her Soul Intent, she could push her power to its theoretical maximum. A sword swing would be faster, stronger, and more efficient—expending less Stamina Value.
Of course, such an abnormal ability had its weaknesses. While it consumed no standard in-game stats, it demanded intense spiritual focus. Lose concentration, and the effect crumbled.
Comparing their Soul Intents, Si Yu’s clearly offered a greater hard power boost. She was like an unavoidable bullet—so long as her base strength surpassed Feng Bu Jue’s, no amount of calculation could overcome that absolute gap.
Yet there was one wild card: the Demon God Descent title.
Its effects weren’t limited to what the skill description stated.
Feng Bu Jue had noticed—his Realms had changed after the Demonic Transformation.
A familiar saying: “A tofu-seller’s fate, a premier’s ambitions.”
Feng Bu Jue now fit this phrase. His Realms had reached martial arts world expert-level, but his body remained at a second-tier sect disciple’s standard. He could recognize Si Yu’s strengths but struggled to match them in sheer power.
But an expert was still an expert. In an instant, Feng Bu Jue devised a strategy—his victory condition.
Three minutes was enough. The mid-range sword duel was just a test. The real result would be decided in three moves.
In a flash, the black battle aura surrounding Feng Bu Jue flared crimson with bloodlight. Activating his Spirit Sense Body Technique and Moon Step, he surged forward with full force. This time, speed and pressure were beyond what mere Sword Qi could repel.
Si Yu remained unfazed. She shifted her stance, retreating slightly to intercept Feng Bu Jue’s momentum. Her blade angled diagonally—simultaneously defensive and offensive.
With a downward charge, Feng Bu Jue closed the distance, both hands throwing several Death Poker cards. The golden projectiles scattered like hail, striking at fatal gaps with lethal precision.
Si Yu scoffed, her blade blooming like a lotus. She cleaved through the cards with sharp arcs of steel, the sound of clashing metal ringing out.
Feng Bu Jue pressed forward, closing the gap to within a breath of Si Yu.
At this moment, their proximity was unprecedentedly narrow.
Both knew the other’s killing move. Both knew what was coming.
The Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist was Feng Bu Jue’s instant-kill strategy. Combined with Demon God Descent and Spirit Sense Body Technique, it was an unquestionable ultimate technique—no ordinary scenario boss could survive it.
Si Yu’s killing move was a single sword strike: Seven Clear Frost.
Their ultimate attacks clashed, pushing skills, states, and Soul Intents to their absolute limits. Sword and fist shadows wove through the air, collided, and shattered.
In this frozen instant, both their faces bore smiles.
Two individuals who were far from normal in real life had found an unspoken connection—a strange, private language only they understood… and they reveled in it.
Several seconds later, the techniques faded.
Fists and swords stilled. The outcome was decided.
Only one figure remained standing atop the Cargo Top. The other had vanished into white light.
[Current task completed. Main quest completed.]
[Scenario complete. Automatic teleportation in 180 seconds.]
Hearing the system prompt, Feng Bu Jue exhaled deeply. He glanced at his flickering hands—his physical form was already wavering. “Hmm… if I weren’t in Demonic Transformation, her sword strike would’ve interrupted my skills outright.”
(End of Chapter)
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