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The middle-aged man did not faint immediately.

He leaned limply against the SC force field wall, mustering his last breath, incredulously staring at the boy whose expression had not changed at all.

His entire body, nearly every inch of him, had received varying degrees of strikes. His instincts, honed over more than forty years, shielded him like a blind man desperately flailing about, able to defend one spot but not another, while each region required defense against totally different attacks.

Even he, who considered himself extremely proficient in defense, had only managed to block a very small portion before being overwhelmed by the successive waves of Qi Force.

The middle-aged man could not fathom how such a technique could possibly exist in this world.

A Martial Artist, in order to cultivate a style of Martial Arts, needs to constantly temper the body from the beginning, practice body refining techniques suited for that style, consume the corresponding Secret Medicine, and develop the most appropriate Kungfu Body...

A great genius would be considered extravagant if they could train in five or six similar schools at once.

But the person before him had just unleashed Qi Force from thousands of schools with a single palm!

Leaving aside whether this young man's body could withstand operating so much Qi Force, the amount of calculations and mental exhaustion required were enough to make his scalp tingle.

And even more so, the way thousands of Qi Forces ingeniously coordinated attribute formations...

The middle-aged man felt his own body's state... every single bone was on the brink of shattering but barely maintained its form by a tight grip of consciousness, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his brain sent out rapid signals, urging him to faint soon and start healing.

This was after all, showing mercy.

His face showed bitterness.

This injury, just enough to make him faint but still relatively manageable to heal, he did not believe this was coincidence.

"What is this martial arts technique?"

The middle-aged man asked.

Xue Jing looked at him, "All Things Myriad Phases·Unity."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Merging myriad phases of All Things into unity... inconceivable."

After speaking, he released the forceful hold of his consciousness on his body and immediately fainted.

Seeing this, Xue Jing stepped forward and placed his hand on the crown of the middle-aged man's head.

Onlookers were just now recovering their senses from the shock.

"To think that even Qiu Jingyun of the Celestial Movement Sect was killed with a single move..."

"A fully defensive disciple of the Celestial Movement Sect, reputed to be invincible against opponents an entire realm higher in a short time..."

"What level has Xue Jing's power actually reached?"

"Is it possible that not a single one of the 46,000 levels of the Extreme Martial Ascension Palace can force him to use a second move?"

The spectators had shifted from initially watching curiously to feeling a bit terrified.

It would have been one thing if a well-known super expert were to challenge the Extreme Martial Ascension Palace for the first time... but this Xue Jing was just a minor.

The last time there was such a situation was when the 'Strongest Elementary School Student on Earth' Li Suisui arrived.

But even Li Suisui, though sweeping through everything, did not kill with a single move throughout like Xue Jing...

Li Suisui was strong, but it was a kind of strong everyone could clearly see.

Xue Jing, on the other hand, was utterly unfathomable.

The unknown always instills fear.

"They're performing the 'head-pat ritual' again..."

"What does this act mean, really? Is it 'the Demon King's Mercy'?"

"I've looked up many customs from different places, and haven't found anything similar..."

The crowd watched Xue Jing's action, puzzled.

In the past two days, this 'head-pat ritual' had become famous; each time after finishing, Xue Jing would squat down to pat the other's head, eyes closed as if praying for the opponent.

Some people, referring to Xue Jing's nickname outside the ring 'Demon King Xue,' jokingly called it 'the Demon King's Mercy.'

Originally meant as an irony similar to 'crocodile tears,' many of Xue Jing's fans thought it was a cool contrast and adopted the term.

On the ring, after Xue Jing completed the empowerment and drained the power, he turned and exited the ring.

Along the way, it seemed there was an invisible wall around him; all spectators unconsciously opened up a distance of more than two meters, splitting left and right, creating a nearly two-meter-wide corridor for him.

He made his way back to the temporary rest area and checked his current mental burden state.

As he climbed higher, the quality of opponents increased significantly—those nearing the 40,000th level were all individuals who had soaked in martial arts their entire lives and eventually achieved a Breakthrough; their minds stored vast amounts of knowledge.

Xue Jing felt he had gained quite a bit... this Extreme Martial Ascension Palace was indeed a treasure trove. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Everything up until now was just accessory; the key lay in the last nine hundred levels and seventy-two days.

Nine hundred Level Masters, seventy-two Heavenly Lords, each a grandmaster... he wondered how much knowledge he could absorb.

But with his current power, capable of using only martial arts and even if employing "True Red," he was still far from reaching the 'Heavenly Lord' level... those were title-level powerhouses who had at minimum achieved three Breakthroughs, each at least a grandmaster of triple breakthroughs.

His current goal was to reach as far as he could, absorbing as much knowledge as possible, refining All Things Myriad Phases, and perfecting "Return to Nothingness·Unity."