Exploring Immortality Cultivation

Chen Feng looked at Wang Qi, who was shrouded in an unusual protective gang qi, with astonishment and asked, "This... Masked Hero System of yours, what's it good for?"

Wang Qi nodded at the red gang qi covering his head, "The 'Divine Eye' divine skill of the falcon-eyed demon beast provides superb dynamic vision." He then raised his arms, now covered in yellow gang qi, and swung them, immediately producing the sound of a blade slashing through the air, "The 'Sharp Claw' of the cat family demon beasts." Next, he lifted his legs and kicked out twice, "The leg strength of the locust from the Direct-wing order."

Chen Feng was still speechless, "We can set aside this leg strength for now... but the strength brought out by the innate divine seals of demon beasts can't compare to your own spells, right? Especially that 'Sharp Claw', the sword qi you conjure with your bare hands is stronger than it!"

"Have I used sword qi in front of you? — Oh, right, you beat me into amnesia," Wang Qi explained, "Think of it as conserving computing power, imbuing myself with Divine Eye Technique, Light Mirror Skill, all these consume computing power, and it's not worth it to divert my attention to such minor spells. Plus, I have to clarify something, these enhancement spells definitely won't conflict with my own magic; I can act as if they don't exist at all."

Chen Feng said, "I always feel like you're just sticking a few toothpicks to your hand and pretending they're brass knuckles."

The weight of toothpicks can be considered negligible to an adult, and they can offer a certain level of lethal power. However, the increase in lethal power provided by toothpicks is just as negligible.

Wang Qi assumed a fighting stance, "Come on then, let's have a man-to-man showdown! Don't use spells, okay?"

Chen Feng laughed, "Are you sure?"

The Wanfa Sect had a considerable advantage in the techniques of fist and foot combat, yet the physical quality of Tianling Ridge's cultivators was apparent. Even though Chen Feng mainly studied soul power, his physique was exceptionally strong as well.

Wang Qi lowered his body and threw a direct punch towards the central palace. This punch was plain and straightforward, without any further changes or concealed follow-up moves.

But it was "valid" and "complete." Although the punch was plain and unembellished, the power it carried was far from simple.

"A Boxing Technique arising from a first-order sword...," Chen Feng thought rapidly. He could have taken the punch, but to do so without magic would mean losing face. So he stepped back twice, dodging not only the punch but also the "Sharp Claw" divine skill's generated slash in the process.

Immediately following that, Chen Feng counterattacked with his fist. Since the "First-Order Punch" was a derivative of the completeness theorem, representing first-order predicate calculus, there could be only one punch, and it couldn't accommodate any modifications. Wang Qi gave up on this powerful move in favor of a common Fist Technique. However, as his study on the mathematical logic domain deepened, the martial arts rooted in mathematics of the Wanfa Sect gradually became integrated and versatile; each punch and kick contained countless contingencies.

Chen Feng's way of punching was a different sight. His movements seemed utterly ordinary and casual, as if without any set pattern, let alone follow-up moves or changes. He mainly relied on improvisation to block Wang Qi's attacks, casually throwing punches in response. Whenever he couldn't block, he counted on his excellent physique to take a few punches without much concern. His strength, a notch higher than Wang Qi's, and his slightly faster speed made it difficult for Wang Qi to land his blows.

After more than ten minutes of exchanging punches and kicks, Chen Feng grew somewhat impatient. His eyes flashed, and the "Light True Spirit Divine Pupil" was activated. He then clearly felt he had left a "backdoor" on Wang Qi's soul. Following this, he pinched his right hand's thumb, index finger, and middle finger tightly, pecking fiercely toward Wang Qi's wrist like a crane's beak hoe.

However, to his surprise, Wang Qi appeared unphased, not affected in the least. Instead, Chen Feng exposed a flaw by using magic and received a direct hit from Wang Qi in his ribs.

Chen Feng stepped back two paces, shocked, "What's going on?"

Wang Qi waved his hand triumphantly, "Not so simple, this Masked Hero System, right? Come on, let's go again."

Chen Feng suddenly realized, "So its main purpose is to block my Heavenly Song Soul Probe, right?" He began to see a bit of the rationale, "Ah, I see, the innate divine seal you refined has solidified... since you infused it with Lower Divine Power of Life Flame, it remains active. The buckle of your belt is then what stimulates the essence soul of the demon beast in the innate divine seal, creating a layer of protection for your own soul."

Wang Qi laughed, "That's right, your Light True Spirit Divine Pupil needs to leave a mark on someone else's soul. Because the intrinsic form of Spirit Energy and most mana are utterly different, even protective gang qi can't stop your Heavenly Song Soul Probe. But! What's left on this innate divine seal is the essence and soul of the demon beast, which can block your divine skill!"

Chen Feng suddenly laughed, "Thanks for that, for telling me all about it."

Then he snapped his fingers. Wang Qi's vision suddenly changed, with the gang qi around him vanishing, and the Jade Ruyi that should have been hung back on his belt was now in his right hand. At that moment, Wang Qi felt a stab of pain in his head and asked, "What did you do... no, when exactly?"

Chen Feng, leisurely sitting and sipping tea, explained, "When you picked up the Ruyi. Everything after that was an illusion."

Wang Qi, clutching his head, asked, "And the principle behind it?"

"I just slightly confused the temporal sensation of your soul, accelerating it by a hundred times, and then I used our combined memories to construct an Illusion. During the simulated combat, your tactical predictions and related memories automatically surface to the conscious level, which is simpler than directly reading memories."

Wang Qi had a sudden realization, "I see, that's why there was no defeating you in combat."

"For the record, just like with normal memories, it takes time for the thoughts created by a soul confused with Time Sensing Acceleration to become long-term memories—meaning, my ability to erase seven seconds of memory, in concert with this technique, could let me imperceptibly access my opponent's predictions for the next seven hundred seconds," Chen Feng said, taking another sip of tea. "The most important part is, the process is repeatable."

Boss... I think one day you'll find yourself trapped in an endless cycle of death...

Wang Qi pointed to his head and inquired, "This taxes the soul as well, doesn't it? You could just make me use up all my soul power in the deduction."

Chen Feng expressed regret, "The human body's warning system isn't that simple. If hyper-rational thinking exceeds a certain duration, a person will feel a headache and then automatically exit the illusion—truth be told, I do wish I could force my enemies to hyper-rationalize themselves to death."

"That style of attack is truly without limits."

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As I code this chapter, the boss died again.