Who was Tang Ling? The monster wouldn't be able to understand either.
However, it did not stop the monster from realizing that Tang Ling could transform as well. Did it misunderstand something?
Could Tang Ling explain? Of course not!
Tang Ling was expressionless at the monster's question. He swung the Blood Bulrush Sword at the monster again!
Clang! After the transformation, the white-robed monster's reflexes were extremely fast. Even though Tang Ling attacked first, he easily blocked the attack.
His appendages were extremely tough, much tougher than the black-robed man's. When they clashed with Tang Ling's Blood Bulrush Sword, sparks flew and the monster was not hurt at all.
It was not because the Blood Bulrush Sword was not powerful enough, but even if Tang Ling maintained his peak combat strength, he could not unleash its full potential after the transformation.
Since Tang Ling had not become a Purple Moon Warrior, he did not have any talent. The Blood Bulrush Sword was a weapon that was tougher than grade S alloy in his hands.
More regrettably, the Blood Bulrush Sword was only repaired and had yet to grow. It was still in the form of a dagger, which limited the monster from unleashing its full potential.
After all, the dagger could not slash.
After the clash, both of them took a step back. Based on the clash, Tang Ling's Precise Instinct told him that after the transformation, the white-robed monster's overall strength was stronger than his own.
In terms of strength, the white-robed monster was around a tenth stronger than him, but in terms of speed and reflexes, there was a limit. His Precise Instinct could compensate for the difference.
Then … The extreme challenge made Tang Ling excited. He shook his wrist and raised the dagger again, launching another attack at the white-robed monster.
This time, both of them did not hold back anymore as they fought to their limits.
As they exchanged blows, the clashing of the appendages and the dagger was endless.
In terms of attacking methods, Tang Ling was actually weaker than the white-robed monster. He only had one dagger while the monster had six appendages, so it could be considered as six sharp and tough blades.
However, it was the state that Tang Ling sought the most. Under the pressure of his opponent's powerful attacks, he wanted to find a way to dodge the attacks by moving his body slightly and controlling his bones and muscles subtly.
It was a dangerous battle, yet Tang Ling did not want to be cautious. Instead, he wanted to train himself.
And so, Fatty, who had nothing to do, saw this scene.
Under the crisscrossing attack of the appendages that almost formed afterimages, Tang Ling faced the enemy head-on.
The frequency of his short sword's attacks was much lower than that of the white-robed monster's. His body didn't seem to move at all. Occasionally, he would make a slightly larger movement, but he still managed to narrowly avoid the white-robed monster's fatal attacks.
Fatty's ability was not good, but his eyesight was not bad! He immediately thought of a movement technique that even the Purple Moon Warriors were pursuing — microsensing!
He couldn't help but widen his eyes and start to guess which path this mysterious partner in front of him was from. Achieving microsensing before becoming a Purple Moon Warrior?
As far as Fatty knew, it was possible! However, the 'evildoers' who really did this were not known by the major powers of the world. They were mysterious, and Fatty just happened to know about them.
Could Tang Ling be one of them? No, absolutely not!
Fatty felt a little confused. Could it be that in this era, the outside world had already changed to something he couldn't recognize?
Was microsensing something that the so-called geniuses in the outside world could achieve?
Fatty had been paying attention to Tang Ling, and he soon realized that even though Tang Ling's movement technique was very similar to microsensing and his body was moving like flowing water, he was not in the true microsensing state yet! Tang Ling's movements were still deliberate. He did not have the natural feeling of microsensing, and this deliberate movement was the biggest obstacle to entering the true microsensing state!
The true microsensing state was when one's body moved like flowing water and changed according to the changes in the environment. It was natural and natural!
Purposely dodging would only slow down the natural movement and it would not form the key words' change according to the changes'.
If Fatty had voiced out his thoughts, Boss Huang, who was a knowledgeable person, would have been astonished that the seemingly incompetent Fatty was so knowledgeable!
However, in his current state, Fatty could not possibly guide Tang Ling in his battle. Moreover, he had his own concerns, so he could not expose his knowledge.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, did not know what Fatty was thinking. After facing the white-robed monster in his current state for less than a minute, Tang Ling felt extremely strenuous.
It was strenuous to control his body! There should be a better way to do it. What was the problem?
The night was getting more and more chaotic.
More places in the city were in chaos and it finally startled the innocent civilians who lived in the city.
Flames were blazing everywhere. What was going on? Amidst the flames, there were sounds of battle, explosions, and buildings collapsing! What was going on?!
Finally, someone could not sit still anymore! Their home was no longer a safe place. Some civilians had already swarmed the streets and noisy voices could be heard from outside.
Tang Ling had no idea what was going on. He felt like the Dream Domain had purposely adjusted the difficulty for him. The moment he entered the dream, many things that he had been suppressing for a long time would explode in an instant.
However, Tang Ling knew his time was limited. He could not keep fighting the white-robed monster because he could only maintain his transformed state for five minutes. In order to survive for the next 24 hours, he could not afford to waste the five minutes, nor could he allow his body to fall into a weakened state.
After fighting the white-robed monster for less than a minute, Tang Ling faintly sensed his distance. The key to the magical state was not his control over his body but the usage of his Precise Instinct.
How sensitive was Tang Ling to battles? On top of that, his battle consciousness had shocked many powerhouses!
He understood that before he became a Purple Moon Warrior, his control over his body would not be able to break through.
The correct way to break through the magical state was to predict and dodge the attack.
Given Tang Ling's current reflexes, he would not be able to do it! Only a rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior could break through the shackles of human speed. If Tang Ling could not break through the shackles, he would not be able to move as fast as he wanted. All he could do was to control his body.
Therefore, the key was still Precise Instinct!
Precise Instinct!
What was it? Was its real name Precise Instinct?
Or was it the coldest form of control? Did it see through the truth to obtain the truth and then use the truth to make all sorts of corresponding responses?
If that was the case, the real Precise Instinct should have two directions.
One was the external direction. Through observation and analysis, a conclusion would be drawn, and the conclusion would be used to prove the nature of the body.
The other direction was the internal direction. Precise Instinct had to observe, analyze, and control every cell in the body.
The combination of the two was the true face of Precise Instinct!
If Tang Ling wanted to achieve such a state, using Precise Instinct on his own body would be the correct way to go.
Unfortunately, using it internally had always been Tang Ling's shortcoming. His judgment of his own body was far inferior to his judgment of the outside world.
Now that Boss Huang had taught Tang Ling the spirit visualization method …
Then …
20 more seconds to fight!
Time was running out, so Tang Ling did not have the time to put his thoughts into practice and turn them into combat power.
However, 20 seconds was enough for him to prove whether his thoughts were correct or not.
Tang Ling did not know what Fatty was thinking.
Fatty also did not know that in a little more than a minute of battle, Tang Ling had gained a true and accurate understanding of the microsenses. On top of that, he even combined it with his own talent and developed his own way of entering the microsenses.
One thing worth noting was that Tang Ling had only been through two battles since he first learned how to enter the microsenses!
What kind of genius was he?!
Even if Fatty was more knowledgeable than the powerhouses of the major factions, he would still be astonished by Tang Ling.
However, Tang Ling had always been a pragmatist. Others' astonishment and praises were useless to him.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he started to move.
He even applied the spirit visualization method to his own body!
It was a very magical experience even though he had yet to reach the state where he could observe every cell in his body.
However, he felt the movement of every bone and every muscle in his body during the battle. He had to control them precisely through his Precise Instinct!
Tang Ling had to achieve that right now!
However, it was easier said than done because he was multitasking. He used spirit visualization on the enemy in front of him and on himself at the same time.
It was a huge burden on his spirit!
However, was it really impossible?
Tang Ling's eyes shone brightly. If there were any powerhouses around, they would know that it was a sign of his spirit erupting.
It was just double judgment. He could predict the enemy's attack and predict his own dodging. After the prediction, he could control his own body precisely and it would reduce the consumption of his spirit. It was a natural phenomenon!
In Fatty's eyes, Tang Ling suddenly slowed down.
Could he not hold on any longer? Fatty whistled anxiously. It was the secret signal that they had agreed on earlier.
However, Tang Ling did not reply to Fatty. He felt that he had finally touched the piece of paper that had been blocking his way.
If he did not have the speed, he would have to control it precisely to make up for his shortcoming!
Fat Finn was whistling anxiously, but when he saw Tang Ling's action, the whistle was stopped abruptly. Why? Why did this guy's dodging movements suddenly feel like flowing water?
Did he enter the microsenses just like that?
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