Chapter 261 - 255: I’ve Played with You for So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

Chapter 261: Chapter 255: I’ve Played with You for So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

The rain had started to ease, its sound gradually fading.

Fu Juemin narrowed his eyes. In his vision, Fan Wuyan, who was walking toward him step by step, appeared blurry.

This blurriness wasn’t caused by the light or the environment, but rather a "blur" in his visual perception.

As Fu Juemin tried to visually track Fan Wuyan’s presence, it was as if he had severe myopia, losing all precise control over his judgment of distance, space, and orientation.

Experts at the Heart Sensing stage of the Gratitude Sensing Realm could master their emotions and attach their will to things. They could infuse their formidable consciousness into their Martial Arts techniques or channel it into their weapons.

This could make a rudimentary technique display the power of top-tier Martial Arts, or allow a decaying, rusty sword to slice through gold and sever iron. It was like an incredibly potent form of self-hypnosis, turning the impossible into the possible.

But upon reaching the Heart Intent Realm, this "mental suggestion" was no longer limited to the self. It began to gradually affect others, and even the real, external environment!

Right now, Fu Juemin was being influenced by Fan Wuyan’s consciousness, his five senses thrown into disarray.

Fan Wuyan appeared to be walking toward him step by step, but perhaps... his actual body wasn’t in the location Fu Juemin was seeing at all!

WHOOSH—

A piercing sound of displaced air suddenly assaulted him from the side. Fu Juemin’s body remained motionless, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a fist wreathed in a faint glow. It carried an incomparably terrifying momentum as it howled toward him.

Yet, the blurry figure of Fan Wuyan before him continued its unhurried, step-by-step advance.

’Two Fan Wuyans, one near and one far. Which one is real?’

In a flash, Fu Juemin seemed to grasp an elusive, indescribable premonition of danger. Driven by instinct, he neither chose to face the fist that was tearing through the air right beside him, nor did he keep watching the blurry figure that had been walking for so long without getting any closer. Instead, he abruptly twisted his body and threw a vicious punch toward a specific spot behind him!

Boosted by Vitality pushed to its absolute limit, the air in a small area around Fu Juemin’s fist seemed to collapse as he launched the punch, creating a strange, distorted, folding effect.

But in the instant he threw his punch, the blurry figure that had been seven or eight meters away suddenly erupted forward. With an unconcealed, disdainful sneer, a withered palm, flowing with a faint glow, heavily struck the center of his back!

"Slanting Sun Against the Wall!"

BANG!—

A thick, murky, dark vapor surged wildly, only to be forcefully broken apart by the faint glow. Fu Juemin was sent stumbling forward as if someone had given him a vicious shove from behind.

THUD THUD THUD...

He took several forceful steps forward before he could barely resist and dissipate the power attached to that palm strike.

CRACK CRACK—

Fu Juemin’s body trembled slightly. A teeth-grating sound of bones colliding came from his shoulders and spine as he slowly, bit by bit, straightened his body up again.

He turned around slowly and saw a smiling Fan Wuyan standing perfectly fine a short distance away.

Despite misjudging again and taking a palm strike, Fu Juemin’s face showed not a hint of frustration, shame, or anger. On the contrary, his eyes glinted with an unexpected calm.

"It’s not the five senses, but the six.

The Heart Intent Realm... it can even deceive one’s Martial Dao Perception..."

In that case, a Gratitude Sensing Realm Martial Artist, famed for sensing the faintest stirrings of change, would lose their greatest advantage before a Heart Intent Realm expert. They would be reduced to a blind, deaf, and utter "fool" to be toyed with!

"No, that’s not right."

Fu Juemin thought for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "During our exchange just now, you could only misdirect me within a small area. The Heart Intent Realm is indeed powerful, but the gap between it and the Heart Sensing Realm shouldn’t be this vast.

’I failed to predict the landing spot of that palm strike...’

Fu Juemin casually glanced at the spot on his back where the palm had landed and said calmly, "It wasn’t just the effect of your Heart Intent. It was also boosted by the fist technique you practice."

The Seventy-Two Paths Illusionary Tower Fist.

Just from the name, one could tell it was a Fist Technique related to truth and falsehood, illusion and reality.

Fu Juemin had heard of similar Martial Arts before—Huo’s Mysterious Shadow Boxing, the Mysterious Footwork, and even Toad Palace Yu Zhonggui’s Toad Palace Jade Void Step. They were all Martial Arts that centered on confusing the opponent.

The inherent deceptive effect of the Illusionary Tower Fist, combined with the consciousness interference from the Heart Intent Realm—the two together were what created the astonishing effect of completely fooling even the Martial Sense of a Gratitude Sensing Realm practitioner.

"Your guess is quite good," Fan Wuyan said, smiling and nodding. "But what’s the use?"

"Of course it’s useful."

A savage glint flashed in Fu Juemin’s eyes. The green stone slab beneath his feet cracked loudly as he shot toward Fan Wuyan like an arrow.

"Understanding this, I now know how to deal with you. I just need to hit you again and again until you’re dead!

I can’t give you any chance to build up your fist’s momentum and create illusions!"

WHOOSH—

Fu Juemin struck with his palm-blades. His hands cut through the air, creating two long, narrow, murky gray crescent moons. The blades of light intertwined into a net, and the fierce winds compressed and tore at the air, blanketing the entire area where Fan Wuyan stood!

When unable to confirm the opponent’s exact location, covering a point with a surface—an area-of-effect attack—was the dumbest but also the best method!

BOOM!—

As Fu Juemin unleashed these two palm-blade strikes, the terrifying blade-light of his Vitality swept out, violently ripping up huge swathes of the old green flagstones paving Vermilion Bird Street!

From beneath the suddenly upturned wave of stone, earth, and water, a figure shot into the sky like a gray hawk.

"Silent Homeland!"

Fu Juemin abruptly raised his head and saw Fan Wuyan, who had flown to the highest point, suddenly turn. His figure began to blur.

Then, clusters of a faint glow appeared, raining down from the sky like cold stars!