A deep sigh escaped Gi Dohyu, but his body remained frozen.His outstretched arm supported Jeong Yeon-shin''s weight like a pillar, unable to shake him off. Despite Jeong’s visibly weakened state, Dohyu couldn’t free himself.


    Even though his precise internal energy perception had confirmed Jeong''s condition—his qi flow was erratic and unstable, his internal injuries bordering on a deviation, and his upper body covered in blood from relentless battles against top-tier masters—it didn’t matter.


    How could Jeong, battered and spent, effortlessly deal with Gi Dohyu, the disciple of the Blade Specter Master, who exuded natural superiority even in his movements?


    Yet the grass beneath Gi Dohyu’s feet still stood tall, as if refusing to yield. It was an eerie sight.


    “Stay still,” Jeong commanded softly, his feet firmly together. sea??h thё N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    This was the second lesson from the Master of Ipwang Fortress, one she had instilled deeply into him: scatter the senses of an opponent.


    Jeong synchronized his qi wave with Gi Dohyu’s, recalling a memory from his youth in Shinya Prefecture.


    It was an old puppet show he’d stumbled upon while trailing behind some neighborhood children. From a distance, he had watched marionettes, their strings moving in intricate, mesmerizing patterns.


    The thought brought a faint sense of nostalgia.


    ‘Art exists within us all.’


    In the martial world, the essence of martial arts often intertwines with the practitioner’s life experiences.


    Guided by the imagery of those puppets, Jeong toyed with Gi Dohyu’s energy waves.


    With his diminished energy, he wove it like thread, delicately dismantling Gi Dohyu’s finely tuned internal energy perception.


    For a master, qi perception connects directly to their senses. The deeper their mastery of internal arts, the quicker they respond to threats, even from behind.


    By scattering Gi Dohyu’s perception, Jeong disoriented his opponent, causing his very senses to falter—a key principle of the Mind Sword’s Void Step.


    “Mind Sword...?”


    Gi Dohyu’s once-confident expression twisted into despair.


    He couldn’t move for two reasons:


    The instinctive fear that retracting his arm might trigger other joints to misfire, or worse, result in Jeong Yeon-shin’s seemingly feeble legwork shattering his skull.The realization that any countermeasures were meaningless in the face of Jeong’s calculated suppression.


    Despite being a seasoned practitioner with countless techniques at his disposal, Gi Dohyu found himself utterly overwhelmed by the poised dominance of Jeong’s movements, befitting his title as Ipwang Fortress’s Black Rank.


    Even as he scattered Gi Dohyu’s senses, Jeong turned his focus to the battle between the Blade Specter Master and Yulha Nangnang.


    Their clash was breathtaking. Hundreds of intertwining sword trajectories formed what appeared to be a storm of threads.


    In this life-and-death duel to determine the greatest in Shaanxi, murderous intent roared like an untamed tempest.


    Crash!


    The sunlight distorted, slashed apart by the sheer ferocity of their blades.


    Each strike unleashed a shockwave far beyond the force of Jeong’s earlier attacks, their speed impossible to follow even with the Vision of the Heavenly Form.


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