The hexagram array beneath Song Zijun's feet lit up and the fourteen blood pearls let out a gentle hum. Peng,
Whew!
These blood pearls flew at Song Zijun together with an ear-piercing sound!
Song Zijun looked at these blood pearls and with a movement of his body, a series of afterimages appeared.
These afterimages stacked on top of each other, and Song Zijun's body was shrouded by the afterimages. His feet were spread apart as he stood on the array. He did not move a single step and only dodged in his original spot.
All the blood pearls were easily dodged by Song Zijun.
"Minute Subtlety!"
The Jing state Young Masters Faction could not help but cheer when they saw Song Zijun's movement technique!
"With Young master Zijun's reputation, how can you not know Minute Subtlety? Dodging the fourteen levels of difficulty Frost Metal Blood Balls array is too easy. "
And they could tell that Song Zijun's speed was even faster, much faster than Heisha's.
His speed far exceeded Heisha's, and his technique far exceeded Yi Yun's. Song Zijun could be described as perfect.
And with the double augmentation of technique and speed, Song Zijun's movements were as smooth as flowing water in the Frost Metal Blood Balls array.
The Jing state young masters felt powerless when they saw Song Zijun's movement technique.
There was always someone better. Jichang was already very powerful, but compared to Song Zijun, he was far inferior.
"Increase the difficulty by one level!"
To Song Zijun, the fourteenth level of difficulty was just a warm-up. After adapting to the Frost Metal Blood Balls Formation,
After adapting to the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, Song Zijun quickly increased the difficulty to fifteen levels.
And this difficulty did not stump Song Zijun.
Fifteen levels of difficulty was no trifling matter. The rapidly flying Frost Metal Blood Balls created a small whirlwind in the air.
Under the immense pressure. Song Zijun finally moved his feet. Even if it was Song Zijun. He could not dodge all the Frost Metal Blood Balls on the spot at fifteen levels of difficulty.
Song Zijun's steps were very particular. Every step he took was not more than half a foot.
Such short steps were about the length of a toddler learning to walk. Under Song Zijun's feet, these steps were chained together, making it impossible to see where his feet landed.
"It's the Song family's movement technique, Half Foot Steps."
A Jing State young master said. This was the advantage of a Jing State family. Not only in terms of resources, but also in terms of inheritance. This Half Foot Step movement technique was a secret of the Song Family.
Those big clans that had been standing in the world for a long time would more or less have some family heirlooms and secret arts. This was where their foundation lay.
"One more level!"
Song Zijun said from within the formation.
Add more? If he continued, it would be the sixteenth level of difficulty!
Be it the Jing State Young Masters or the disciples of the Great Wilderness, all of them were looking at Song Zijun. There was only admiration left in his heart.
The young master in charge of the array disc took a deep breath and pressed the sixteenth crystal!
"Buzz!"
The Cold Metal Blood Balls rumbled, and the sharp sound of air explosions numbed everyone's eardrums. They formed a net of fire!
This time, Song Zijun finally felt the pressure.
His movements were still elegant. But slowly, it became difficult to maintain the harmony.
The Half Foot Step was the unique skill of the Song Family. Song Zijun could not completely grasp it, and it was extremely difficult for him to use it at his current level. This consumed a lot of his mental energy and Yuan Qi.
"Minute Subtlety, close to the small success stage … His speed is fast. Half Foot Step is between the small success stage and the small success stage. At Song Zijun's age, he is indeed a Jing State talent."
Yan Menglong gave an accurate evaluation.
And at this time, Song Zijun had reached his limit.
He retreated from the array. Finally, Song Zijun lasted for the time it took for a joss stick to burn at the sixteenth level of difficulty.
As for the seventeenth level of difficulty, he did not challenge it. There was a qualitative change between the seventeenth and sixteenth level of difficulty. To a Purple Blood realm warrior, even a person with attainments in Minute Subtlety movement techniques would not dare to attempt it.
After Song Zijun left the stage, the square was silent.
The Minute Subtlety youth's display of his movement technique made the warriors' blood boil.
Especially the Jing State young masters, their faces were flushed. Song Zijun was their idol. Their morale, which had been dispirited because of Song Zijun, had once again risen to the extreme.
This was the heritage of the Jing State family clans. As the disciples of the Jing State family clans, their hearts were filled with pride. They would definitely achieve such results in the future!
After Song Zijun, it was Yi Yun!
The gazes of everyone in the army were focused on Yi Yun at that moment.
Sixteen levels of difficulty in the time it takes for a joss stick to burn! The pressure brought about by this result was too great.
After all, when Yi Yun was competing with Young master Jichang, fourteen levels of difficulty seemed to be his limit.
Yi Yun adjusted his breathing, allowing the Yuan Qi in his body to reach its optimal state.
"It's your turn."
When Song Zijun came down, he brushed shoulders with Yi Yun. He looked at Yi Yun and a smile suffused across his lips.
Yi Yun calmly looked at Song Zijun and nodded. His eyes were clear, like the stars in the night sky. Amidst the calmness, there was a sharpness to it.
Their gazes clashed in the air, as if there was the sound of swords clashing.
"Is Yi Yun still planning to struggle on stage? The result is obvious. "
"If not for Young master Jichang's accident that interrupted the array, Yi Yun would have most likely suffered a crushing defeat at the fourteenth level of difficulty … Now that Young master Zijun has completed the sixteenth level of difficulty, is there any meaning to Yi Yun going up to continue playing at the fourteenth level?"
The Jing state young masters had a gloating look on their faces.
From their point of view, Song Zijun was certain to win. The gap was obvious. Yi Yun going up was a helpless move due to his pride.
The people from the vast wilderness did not say a word, but they looked at Yi Yun nervously.
As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed the stubble on his chin. His eyes flashed as he looked at Yi Yun with interest, as if he was looking at something interesting.
Yi Yun shot out like an arrow and instantly appeared in the middle of the Frost Metal Blood Balls array. He said to the Jing state young master who was presiding over the array, "Fourteenth level of difficulty!"
"Another fourteenth level. How uncreative. This is his limit. If he has the courage, he will reach the fifteenth level in a while."
"Hehe, you want to see Yi Yun suffer. Don't worry, he doesn't need to reach the fifteenth level. At the fourteenth level, he will still be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls."
The Jing state young masters were waiting to watch a show. What they wanted to see was not Yi Yun's performance, but the scene of Yi Yun being hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls, vomiting blood from serious injuries, and then being bedridden for half a month.
The large array flashed and a blood beam shot into the sky. The fourteen Frost Metal Blood Balls let out a sharp whistling sound as they formed tricky arcs in the air and charged at Yi Yun.
Yi Yun was already very familiar with the fourteenth level of difficulty, but he still wanted to start from there. He wanted to continue the enlightenment while he was full of energy. He calmed his breathing and closed his eyes.
By using the "force" to feel the attack, he constantly pushed himself to his limits, so that he could dig out his greatest potential.
At this moment, Yi Yun was extremely focused. It was as if the world had returned to silence, leaving only him and the whistling wind around him. Those were the trajectories of the Frost Metal Blood Balls piercing through the air!
These trajectories became clear in his mind one by one.
Yi Yun began to move. The blood balls brushed past Yi Yun's body.
Every time he dodged a Frost Metal Blood Ball, Yi Yun dodged it to his limits and it was thrilling. A few times, he could feel the pain of the wind cutting his skin. As it brushed past his fur, it felt like his flesh would explode at any moment. It gave him goosebumps.
The sons of the vast wilderness saw this scene and felt their hearts hanging in suspense. Yi Yun was barely managing the fourteenth level of difficulty. If this carried on, he could very well be injured.
Yi Yun's breathing was heavy. He adjusted the Flowing Mercury Gown's weight, allowing himself to be at his limit. In this state, his stamina was quickly depleted.
Beads of sweat rolled down Yi Yun's forehead.
Time passed minute by minute.
Soon, the time it took for a joss stick to burn had passed. The Jing state young masters' necks were sore from waiting. They were waiting to see Yi Yun being beaten up by the blood balls.
But, every time it looked like Yi Yun was about to be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls, he would always be able to dodge at the last moment.
This situation happened countless times. As a result, Yi Yun had been playing at the fourteenth level of difficulty for fifteen minutes!
Following that, thirty minutes …
The Jing state young masters' faction were dumbfounded from waiting.
What's wrong!?
"Hey, why don't you challenge the fifteenth level of difficulty!?"
The Jing state young masters' faction had to admit that Yi Yun could play at the fourteenth level of difficulty. But even if he could play, he shouldn't play like this. Was he going to play for two hours?
They could only hope that Yi Yun's stamina would decrease and he would slowly be unable to hold on.
But at that moment, all they saw was a stream of light flash past. In a split second, Yi Yun had taken out something and thrown it into his mouth.
Fierce beast relic?
The Jing state young masters were dumbfounded.
"Eating bone relics? There's even someone who eats bone relics?"
Yi Yun was not a god. Although he had the Purple Crystal to absorb Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to replenish his energy, the Flowing Mercury Gown was too heavy. It pushed him to his limits, and he needed to replenish his stamina.
"Isn't this cheating!?"
One of the young masters protested. But thinking about it, it didn't seem like there was any rule against eating bone relics in the middle of the competition.
"F * * k, if this goes on, he won't be able to play for two hours. He might even play until dinner …"
The Jing state young masters were speechless.
But Yi Yun turned a deaf ear to the discussions of the people around him. He was completely immersed in his own world.
He felt that he could perfectly control every inch of his muscles. He could accurately complete every tiny movement. He felt the Flowing Mercury Gown pressing down on his body like a boulder. Every step he took consumed a great deal of his stamina. At the same time, he had to spend energy calculating the trajectory of the Frost Metal Blood Balls.
In this state, Yi Yun was mentally and physically exhausted.
But amidst the exhaustion, there was a different kind of joy that spread from his heart.
"Minute Subtlety … Minute Subtlety … Is this the higher realm of Minute Subtlety …?"
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