"Under normal circumstances, in the face of such a comprehensive and indiscriminate defense, choosing any point and concentrating your strength to break through … is a feasible strategy." Feng Bujue continued, "However, this method is ineffective against a force field that can be fine-tuned instantly." He looked at Ji Chuolong and said, "Take your Saint Origin Wall for example, City Lord Ji … If I concentrate all the slashes in one direction, it will be easier for you to deal with. You can immediately transfer all the Saint Origin Energy in your entire force field to the point of impact and steadily block the attack. "
When Brother Jue said this, Ji Chuolong no longer had the energy to respond to him …
At this moment, although Ji Chuolong's Saint Origin Wall had not collapsed yet, it was already full of cracks and was on the verge of collapse. She could only maintain the force field by continuously transferring Saint Origin Energy to the surrounding barrier. Therefore, she very much hoped that Brother Jue would continue talking. It would be best if this guy could continue until the power of the eight slashes was exhausted or the sand in the hourglass ran out …
"However … the method 'she' taught me can solve this problem very well." Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly as he continued, "Let's take City Lord Ji's defensive force field as an example … It looks like a perfect circle, but … what if I apply eight powerful and slightly different attacks to this circle from eight different directions at the same time? What will happen?"
"What a terrifying man …" At this moment, Ji Chuolong had already given Feng Bujue this evaluation in her heart. She thought to herself, "After using the move just now, his body can no longer bear the burden and is on the verge of collapse … However, his expression is still so calm and his thoughts and words are still as orderly as a net … Let alone an ordinary person, even a Yuan Sage expert would not be able to do this in a situation where their body is severely damaged and in great pain …"
"The result is like this … Although your Saint Origin Wall has not been broken yet …" Feng Bujue continued, "… a flaw has already appeared."
At this point, Brother Jue raised his hand and pointed at the Saint Origin Wall in front of Ji Chuolong. The place he was pointing at was where a group of cracks intersected. "If I'm not wrong … that is the point where your Saint Origin Force Field will be broken … Furthermore, if you follow this trajectory … your protective barrier will also be broken."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chuolong's eyes flashed with fear, followed by a trace of murderous intent …
"Outrageous … After a bet, an unknown master of the Sword Chahitsu … actually saw my Achilles' heel …" When Ji Chuolong thought of this, she had already made up her mind to kill Feng Bujue.
It turned out that the spot that Brother Jue had pointed at, which was three centimeters away from Ji Yunlong's navel, was the weak spot of this Yuan Sage.
Achilles' heel … To a cultivator, it was like "Zechfried's Leaf Mark", "Achilles' heel", or "Ozil in the human wall" … In short, it was a very crucial weakness that could not be overcome through cultivation.
Usually, only the cultivator knew his own Achilles' heel. Even the teacher would not know where his disciple's Achilles' heel was. In most cases, the cultivator would carry this secret with him to the grave. Unless the cultivator told him personally, no one else would be able to tell.
However, Feng Bujue, who was unaware of this, had directly "pointed" out Ji Chuolong's Achilles' heel. This … was enough to make the other party want to kill him.
"This man is smart and cunning. His skills are amazing. His mind is unimaginable and unpredictable …" Ji Chuolong said, "No matter if he is a friend or a foe, he is beyond my control … I have to find a chance to kill him …"
On the other hand, Feng Bujue did not know what Ji Chuolong was thinking. He continued, "It is said that there is an ability called the 'Demon Eye of Death' in this world. People with this ability can see crisscrossing lines on the surface of objects, as well as many points that make up the lines. Lines are 'lines that can easily divide and destroy objects', and points are 'the death of objects' …" He paused for a moment. "Although I don't have such a rare and heaven-defying ability, my [Tempest Kick — Eight Gates Triumphant Bird] can make the 'lines' appear for a certain period of time through the principles of Qimen Dunjia …"
"Stop bragging … Isn't it just a powerful Tempest Kick from eight different directions … Qimen Dunjia …" Xu Huai Shang narrowed her eyes and said.
"Hmm … The sand is almost gone …" Feng Bujue ignored Xu Huai Shang's sarcasm and looked up at the hourglass. He then raised his right hand and said, "Castellan Ji, I am going to break through your Saint Elemental Wall and protective shield. Don't be offended if my finger touches your abdomen. "
"Wait!" Ji Chuolong's face showed a hint of urgency. She immediately stopped him. "No need! I admit defeat! "
In this dangerous situation, Ji Chuolong's judgment was still rational. She knew that she was going to lose, so she could not let that man take advantage of her …
For as long as she could remember, she, Ji Chuolong, had never been touched by a man. Not to mention skin to skin, she had never even been touched by a man's arm through her clothes. She was the one who proposed this bet under the mentality that she would never be caught.
Therefore, she chose to admit defeat and stopped Feng Bujue from moving forward.
Brother Jue also appeared to be very 'gentlemanly'. He shrugged and revealed a noncommittal expression. "Fine, thank you." Then, he turned around and leaped back into the pavilion.
"Phew … That's great." Brother Jue's feet touched the ground. He stumbled two steps and fell toward the stone table.
"Hey … Are you okay?" This time it was Xu Huai Shang's turn to be nervous. She quickly helped her Brother Jue to the table.
"Of course I am …" Feng Bujue replied, "I have 12% of my Life Points left, 2000 Stamina Points and a good consumable item."
"You sure put in a lot of effort …" Xu Huai Shang stammered. "Hmm … Thank you."
At the end of the day, Brother Jue risked his life to 'save' Goddess Xu. With that in mind, Xu Huai Shang thanked Gu Jun sincerely.
Unfortunately … this gratitude was soon to be gone, because …
"There's no need to thank me," Feng Bujue replied. "Actually, I already planned to betray you … Earlier, I was just bluffing. If she insisted on not surrendering, then it would have been over for me." He spread out his hands and said nonchalantly, "My current physical condition doesn't allow me to move at high speed in a short period of time. Even if I find the opponent's weakness, I don't have the ability to break through the two layers of defense with my physical body."
"What!" When Xu Huai Shang heard that, her face turned red from anger. But she quickly suppressed her anger. She glanced at Ji Xiaolong who was sitting on the lotus pond. (The energy around Ji Xiaolong had not dissipated, so she could not move.) Then she lowered her voice and said to Brother Jue, "Then why are you still playing this game? Are you crazy? "
"You don't get it, do you … This is a high-level bluffing game." Feng Bujue replied, "Even if you have a bunch of loose cards in your hand, as long as there is a possibility of a flush on the cards, even if you have three aces in your hand, your opponent will still panic."
"So you're trying to look like you're going to win?" Xu Huai Shang replied.
"It is because I 'look like I'm going to win' that my opponent will feel pressured psychologically." Feng Bujue continued, "Furthermore, my Wind Foot, Eight Gates Triumphant Bird and the theory of Qimen Dunjia are all real … This is what they mean by 'there's reality in the illusion and there's reality in the illusion' … In between the illusion and reality, the psychological pressure on the opponent will build up and eventually … she will believe the illusion as the truth and make the decision to surrender."
"But all of this is based on one premise …" Xu Huai Shang followed Brother Jue's train of thought and continued, "Are you so sure that she would rather surrender than let you touch her?"
"I'm about seventy to eighty percent sure." Feng Bujue replied, "Of course, if she really wants to be touched by me, it's fine. I'm not afraid. I'll put on a lecherous expression and come up with a lewd name for my move. Before I make my move, I'll ask … 'Castellan Ji, are you ready for my move?' "
"Oh …" When she heard this, Xu Huai Shang's expression had returned to normal. She was silent for a moment before she looked directly at Brother Jue. She could not help but say, "To be fair, your level of shamelessness is really refreshing …"
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