Chapter 259 - 253: You Don’t Understand Heart Intent. You Don’t Understand Me Either.

Chapter 259: Chapter 253: You Don’t Understand Heart Intent. You Don’t Understand Me Either.

In the pouring rain, a giant black-scaled python silently materialized, coiling upward. The membranes on its cheeks were slightly flared, its serpentine eyes half-closed, hovering between illusion and reality.

Countless wisps of dark, murky smoke branched off from the Black Python’s lower body like roots or blood vessels, connecting it tightly to Fu Juemin, who stood in the heart of the street.

Fu Juemin and the Black Python seemed as one. An indescribably tyrannical and chilling aura spread silently with the smoke, and his handsome, upright figure became hazy and indistinct in the gloom.

The long street fell silent, with only the sound of the falling rain.

At that moment, nearly all the onlookers were stunned, lost in a state of immense shock and awe.

Several breaths later, a trembling voice, thick with disbelief and nearly distorted, was heard.

"A... A Heart Scene?!"

Those Gratitude Martial Artists were about to lose their minds, unable to believe what they were seeing.

To reach the Gratitude realm at such a young age was already world-shocking and unbelievable.

’How could he have reached Heart Intent? On what grounds is he a supreme master?!’

Fortunately, a single sentence from Fan Wuyan pulled them back from the brink of collapse.

"This is not a true Heart Scene."

Fan Wuyan looked at the sinister and terrifying black-scaled python that towered over the archway gateposts, his gaze calmly meeting its serpentine eyes. His words, however, held no small measure of praise and admiration.

"This is merely a phenomenon formed by the overflow of your excessively powerful Vitality.

But regardless, to be able to do this is truly remarkable."

Fu Juemin adjusted the cufflinks on his shirt as he slowly walked toward Fan Wuyan, speaking casually, "Who cares if it’s real or not? As long as it can kill you, that’s all that matters."

The tips of Fan Wuyan’s mustache curled up slightly as he revealed a smile.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but before the words could escape, his pupils suddenly constricted.

A figure had already flashed before him!

WHOOSH—

If one were to look down from above, they would see that in a section of the long street shrouded by the downpour, the curtain of rain was being forcefully cleared and held back by an invisible power.

A massive, savage Black Python erupted abruptly from one end of the street, instantly leaping over the archway gateposts. It lunged ferociously toward the other end as if to devour it, a surging tide of dark, murky smoke that ultimately converged into a single, slender, pale hand, its five fingers formed into a tiger’s claw.

The five fingers chimed, emitting a strange, eerie, metallic ring that instantly shattered the tranquility of the entire street!

Before this claw had even landed, the force radiating from it had already almost reached the end of the street.

The old tram car parked on the street in front of the Dingqing Tea House suddenly let out a creak. A large, twisted, warped dent appeared out of nowhere on its rust-mottled body, as if... it had been viciously clawed by some ferocious beast.

Five Beasts Skill, Tiger Form killing technique—Crouching Tiger, Listening Wind!

Fu Juemin executed this technique with his Five Poison Qi and the power of his Snake Form Demon Soul. Although it lacked the fierce sharpness of the original form, it was still tyrannical, and possessed an added layer of strange, unpredictable viciousness.

The claw struck straight for Fan Wuyan’s throat!

The latter seemed slightly startled by his brutish, sudden attack, but his face showed not a hint of panic.

His feet didn’t move. He merely raised a hand, holding it vertically to block his throat.

The unstoppable Momentum behind Fu Juemin’s claw was like slamming head-on into an indestructible boulder.

The tiger claw collided with the edge of the vertical palm. The terrifying force of the claw, like a flood meeting a dam, was immediately diverted to the sides, dissipating in an instant!!

His first strike having failed, Fu Juemin’s expression remained unchanged. He instantly retracted his claw and stepped forward with his right foot. His black, handmade, imported leather shoe kicked out at a viciously cunning angle, aimed squarely between Fan Wuyan’s legs.

Fan Wuyan retreated a step. Fu Juemin didn’t try to stop him, his right foot landing silently on the water-logged street.

VMMMM—

A splash of water blossomed quietly.

With Fu Juemin’s step, the black-scaled giant python formed of Dark Muddy Qi silently and swiftly sank into the ground.

Many people felt a strange tremor from the ground beneath their feet, their bodies even beginning to sway. Before they could even show their alarm, they saw globes of dark, murky qi bursting open one after another across the street!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—

As the globes of qi exploded, countless ice beads scattered everywhere, and a crack, visible to the naked eye, rapidly extended across the puddled bluestone street.

The crack followed closely behind Fan Wuyan’s retreating feet. Each globe of dark, murky qi that rose inexplicably from the ground exploded just as it grazed the tip of his shoe, blasting out wide areas of distortion and ripples.

Five Beasts Skill, Bear Killing Technique—Earth-Splitting!

This killing technique involved projecting Vitality out of the body, seeping it into the ground, and conducting it to explode beneath an opponent’s feet. Its essence was surprise, making it nearly impossible to defend against.

With the strangeness of the Snake Form and guided by Fu Juemin’s Snake Soul, its power was actually a notch greater than the previous Crouching Tiger, Listening Wind.

Normally, for a Gratitude Martial Artist who had achieved Great Success in the Five Beasts Skill, being able to chain three explosions with this technique was already incredible. Against an opponent of the same level, even if they could use their Perception to dodge the first explosion, the second would be difficult, to say nothing of the third.

But when Fu Juemin executed this Earth-Shattering technique, it exploded nine times in a row and still showed no sign of stopping.

What was even more shocking was that even with this nine-hit combo of Hidden Force explosions, not a single one managed to graze the hem of Fan Wuyan’s clothes.

He was like a dry leaf in the wind, utterly weightless. No matter how terrifying the explosion of Vitality, it could only push him away, never land a direct hit.

Just as Fan Wuyan dodged the final Hidden Force explosion, he landed as light as a feather atop the overturned old tram car.

HSSS—

Fu Juemin took a deep breath. The massive black-scaled giant python reappeared behind him, only to immediately explode into countless streams of dark, murky smoke.

The majestic Vitality, like a roiling miasma, flowed toward Fu Juemin’s right hand. His body followed the movement of his palm, crossing dozens of meters in an instant as he struck straight for Fan Wuyan’s face!

"Bird Form—Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix!"

Unlike the last time Fu Juemin used it, this time all the explosive bursts of Vitality in his Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix were forcibly constrained to one side.

In that instant, countless dense, dark, murky distortions materialized from thin air. Like innumerable small snakes writhing in agony, they swept over heaven and earth, surging toward the tram car and the lone figure upon it!

Three killing techniques were unleashed in succession. From the gateposts of the old dynasty’s archway in the street’s center to the tram car at its end, a stretch of nearly a hundred meters, the heavy rain was almost completely cut off. Only a few misty strands fell, creating a strange, nearly clear sky in the middle of the pouring storm.

This phenomenon was truly dozens of times more powerful than the previous displays by Gratitude Masters like Xue Hen. Who would believe it if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes?

The onlookers watched, their minds reeling.

Fu Juemin’s palm had not yet fully landed, but the leaking Vitality was already causing the old tram car to crackle and creak, the entire carriage rapidly deforming...

However, facing Fu Juemin’s incomparably ferocious palm, Fan Wuyan, standing atop the tram, simply raised an index finger and calmly, gently, pointed forward—

In that instant, the air in a small area around them seemed to suddenly freeze solid!

All sound was stripped away in a moment, and the surroundings plunged into an incredibly eerie silence.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Fu Juemin’s body, which should have been bringing his palm down, was suddenly frozen mid-air. He showed no expression, made no movement, like an insect trapped in clear amber.

It was as if time itself had been forcibly frozen in this moment!

The only thing that could still move was Fan Wuyan’s finger!

Fan Wuyan continued to point forward. The Dark Muddy Qi swirling around Fu Juemin’s body and behind his back silently disintegrated, burst... and was swiftly cleared away!

Finally, the finger landed lightly on his chest...

BOOM!

The frozen amber shattered. Fu Juemin’s figure went from absolute stillness to extreme motion, his entire body shooting backward like a cannonball.

He flew into the distance, crashing precisely onto the very top of one of the two towering pillars of the abandoned Chastity Archway in the center of the street.

At that moment, the Clear Sky phenomenon created by Fu Juemin vanished. The blocked-off downpour came crashing down again, instantly re-enveloping the city block.

In the heavy rain, Fan Wuyan jumped down from the top of the tram car and walked forward, step by step.

All the rainwater parted around him on its own. The bluestone street he had already walked over and was about to walk over even became slightly dry.

Fan Wuyan walked at an unhurried pace, his calm gaze piercing through the heavy curtains of rain to lock onto the figure who was "struggling" to stand up from the pillar.

He spoke faintly, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"You truly don’t understand Heart Intent."

In the gray downpour, the figure standing atop the ancient stone pillar heard this, lowered his head, and stood silently in the rain.

He seemed to be pondering Fan Wuyan’s words.

The gazes of all the onlookers were now gathered on Fan Wuyan. Their expressions were dazed, and his words echoed in their minds.

’Yes, Heart Intent! Heart Intent!’

’Without a Grandmaster present, Heart Intent is supreme!’

’Is this the legendary power of a Heart Intent Supreme Master?’

Suddenly, at that very moment, an inexplicable momentum abruptly shot up from the field, soaring straight into the sky!

Everyone whipped their heads around, only to discover that the figure on the pillar—the one who had seemed so "disheartened" and "crushed"—had, at some point, raised his head again!

Amidst the heavy rain, a calm voice rang out clearly.

"Yes, I don’t understand Heart Intent."

"But by the same token... you don’t understand me, either."

As he finished speaking, an indescribably terrifying aura exploded outward!

The nearly hundred-meter-long curtain of rain was instantly torn apart!

The long, hazy street, shrouded in gray rain, was suddenly clear for a moment!

Everyone could finally see clearly the slender, upright figure standing silently atop the gatepost of the archway.

At this moment, his shirt was soaked through, faintly revealing a huge, demonic "Black Flower" formed by countless jet-black channels beneath the white fabric!

His eyes were like cold stars, and a wild, arrogant smirk played on his handsome face.

Countless streams of Vitality, thick as a miasma, steamed from every pore of his body, so dense it was enough to make one’s scalp tingle!

Following this dark, murky miasma upward, when they finally saw the scene high in the sky behind the young man...

Everyone present held their breath, their faces showing expressions of near suffocation.

There—

Behind the young man, a black-scaled giant python, a Demon Toad, and an Ink Jade Guardian were now silently coiled!

Those terrifying Vitality totems, like the one that resembled a Heart Scene from before... he actually had three of them!!

At this moment, Fu Juemin’s Vitality and aura had reached an irredeemably terrifying height!

As he stepped on vast, extremely distorted, transparent ripples, walking down from the high pillar step by step as if treading on air....

Even Fan Wuyan, who had been so composed and confident, showed a flicker of shock and bewilderment on his face.

The next second, everyone saw Fu Juemin raise his hand, forming it into a blade. He pointed it at Fan Wuyan from afar and spoke.

"This world is a muddy torrent. This blade of mine... can you block it?"