Chapter 717: Sweeping Through the Profound Abyssal Rift

Chapter 717: Chapter 695: Sweeping Through the Profound Abyssal Rift

He wondered about his Order Rules and whether they could produce a similar effect. He followed this line of thought. Order was abstract, invisible and intangible, but it could also affect human perception. For a person caught in Chaos, their perception was inherently unreliable. What they saw might not be real, the sounds they heard might be distorted, and everything they felt could be twisted.

If he could utilize these Traits to make an enemy unknowingly ignore the existence of his thrust, or make them unable to dodge even when seeing it clearly, what would the effect be?

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the dummy in front of him. Then he raised his spear and slowly thrust it forward. This strike was very slow, so slow that any Martial Artist could easily dodge it. But what he wanted to test wasn’t speed, but that subtle influence.

The moment the spear tip thrust forward, his Spirit stirred slightly. The Power of Order surged from his sea of consciousness, not condensing into an attack, but scattering into an invisible net that covered the area around the dummy. That net was very thin, so thin it almost didn’t exist, but it had a special function: causing a slight deviation in the dummy’s perception. For instance, making the dummy perceive the angle of the spear thrust as slightly further left than it actually was, or making it perceive the speed as slightly slower.

It was a very small deviation, so small it was almost imperceptible, but in battle, this slight deviation could mean the difference between life and death.

He executed the strike, the spear tip accurately tapping the dummy’s chest, then retracted the spear and stepped back. The moment the spear tip had thrust out, he seemed to be able to “see” that invisible net around the dummy trembling slightly, affecting everything in that space. That feeling was wonderful, as if he himself had become part of that net, able to perceive its coverage, the extent of its influence, and even what the dummy was “seeing.”

He saw that the thrust the dummy “saw” was five centimeters to the right of the actual angle. In combat, five centimeters was enough to ensure that an enemy who thought they had completely dodged a lethal strike would still be hit.

He retracted his spear and looked at the dummy in front of him, a flash of enlightenment in his eyes. It had worked.

This kind of little trick didn’t require consuming too much Power of Order. It only required slightly adjusting the Spirit’s guidance method at the moment of attacking to cause a deviation in the enemy’s perception. When used for the first time, the effect was often the best because the enemy fundamentally didn’t understand his Rules and wouldn’t know how he would interfere with them. Once the enemy had learned their lesson and become guarded, it would be difficult for the same method to work again.

But this was exactly the point of a little trick. It didn’t need to be effective all the time; it only needed to be used once at the most critical moment, and that would be enough.

He took a deep breath and continued practicing.

Besides causing a deviation in the enemy’s perception, he also tried another method: making the Spear Technique itself possess a “sure-hit” effect. This sounded incredible, but after trying it, he found that it was actually possible. The essence of Order Rules was control, and the highest Realm of control was making everything operate according to one’s Intention. If, at the moment of his strike, he used his Power of Order to influence the Rules in that space, making “this thrust must hit” become part of those Rules, what would happen?

He tried it. The effect was better than expected, and the consumption wasn’t large because it was just control over this single Order. However, against an opponent of the same level, the other party could also use their own Rules to offset this influence. Therefore, it was strictly meant to catch an opponent off guard.

Xu Wuyi retracted his spear, looked at the dummy in front of him, and let out a long breath. Over the past two months or so, he had gained an immense amount. The Three Main Attack Spear Techniques, combined with these little tricks, made his combat power significantly stronger than when he had just advanced to Grandmaster. If he sparred with Flame Venerable again now, it was hard to say whether he would win, but at least he wouldn’t be reduced to passively taking a beating like before.

He put down his spear, walked out of the training room, went upstairs to take a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

Returning to his room, he sat down at the desk and turned on his personal terminal. Outside the window, the sky had already turned dark, and scattered lights lit up in the distant residential buildings. The pace of life in this small city was slow, and by nighttime, the streets were practically empty. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his mind still pondering the details of those Spear Techniques.

Right at this moment, his personal terminal vibrated gently.

He opened his eyes and tapped the light screen open. It was an encrypted communication request. The sender was displayed as Feng Zhuohua. He was slightly taken aback, then immediately accepted the call.

Feng Zhuohua’s figure appeared on the light screen. He was still wearing his military uniform, sitting in his familiar office with the wall covered in Star Maps behind him. But this time, Xu Wuyi could clearly perceive that the communication interface was somewhat different. It wasn’t a standard video call, but a virtual intranet connection.

Feng Zhuohua looked at him, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe, and then he nodded.

“Not bad,” Feng Zhuohua said, his voice as steady and powerful as ever. “These past two months haven’t been wasted. You look much more grounded than before.”

Xu Wuyi bowed slightly. “Minister Mr. Feng.”

Feng Zhuohua waved his hand, signaling him to dispense with the formalities. “Take a seat,” Feng Zhuohua said. “Let’s chat.”

Xu Wuyi sat down in his chair, looking at Feng Zhuohua on the light screen, waiting for him to speak.

Feng Zhuohua wasn’t in a hurry to speak. Instead, he picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, set it down, and leaned back in his chair, his gaze landing steadily on Xu Wuyi’s face.