I was walking directly on the surface of the lake at the moment, as if the surface of the lake was not the surface of the lake, but the solid ground. It seems to be very magical, but the technical principle is quite simple and simple.

In essence, this is no different from the average person treading water.

If an ordinary person falls into the lake water, as long as he is slightly permissible, and then kicks the water with both feet, with the action of paddling with both hands, he can bring the body parts above the shoulders out of the water without drowning; And if he is a martial arts master, even with his hands behind his back, with only his feet exerting force, it is enough to bring the body parts above the chest out of the water, as if there is a reef in the water for him to stand on.

What's more, he also studied this kung fu in the water, using the soles of the feet and toes in the water to exert continuous strength, and then bring the upper body out of the water. At this point, some people began to hail it as "the magic power of water". Theoretically, it can go one step further, and eventually it can reach the point where the water is no more than the knee, but this is also the ultimate in this kung fu. As far as I can observe, this is the realm where Takefu, who fought with me a long time ago, is in. Although I have never seen a martial artist perform this kung fu once, and I have never heard such rumors in the martial arts world, I think he should be able to.

And if I use this technique in conjunction with "Turning Pieces into Wholes", I will be able to bring the parts of my body above the bare feet out of the water. Although it can be continued, it will be nothing more than a show off if it continues, and there is not much practical meaning.

Perhaps to others, this is no different from psionic power. Indeed, after reaching a certain level of martial arts, the viewer will hallucinate that it is spiritual energy. But this is actually a far cry from psionic energy. Because, compared to my little trick of being able to stand on the water temporarily, no matter how you think about it, I am a swordsman who can do this kind of thing just by "thinking".

But he didn't seem to think so, and when he saw me doing this, his face turned into a trance, and ......his expression suddenly distorted, "How could it be—"

"Nothing remarkable. A martial artist can exert strength all over his body, and when he reaches a high depth, he can use fire and water, in other words, he can shake away the flames and water droplets that have touched his body, and you can do it. And now it's just a step further, just treading water at a very fast speed, forming the illusion of being able to stand on the surface of the lake. I said, "With your natural qualities, even if you don't count psionic energy, as long as you focus on this skill for a few years and practice hard, you will at least be able to reach the point where you are not knee-watering." ”

"Do you think I'm going to believe it? Where is this still martial arts, this is clearly a demon law! For an inexplicable monster like you who doesn't know which universe you flew from, don't casually put the word 'martial arts' on your lips! He yelled as he lunged at me.

His psionic powers were more ferocious, which meant that the thoughts he poured into his power were more explosive. It's a good thing for a psyker, but he's a martial artist. Being so emotional will only make your sword path easier to understand.

I turned sideways, avoiding his thrusts. After that, he continued to stab and slash, but I still saw through it. The transcendent swordsmanship that he has been reborn after becoming a psyker is now gradually being incorporated into the palm of my hand.

Suddenly, as if he had finally waited for a certain moment, he abruptly pulled back, stood still more than ten meters away, and then aimed the tip of his knife at me.

At the same time, the lake beneath our feet began to glow moon-white, as if the water had been transformed into some kind of glowing chemical liquid.

"That's it, tactile." As the lake burned to the extreme, he also spoke to me, "Although I am very sorry that I can't kill you with my own hands, this is all over." Go back to your original universe. ”

It seems that this is the real trap that he and Ceres have prepared for me. That is, the repatriation ritual against the "touch of foreign gods", withering the ace of believers to touch.

He wasn't running away, he was trying to lure me here. Is it because their rituals are based on the lake? Only when I stand on the lake can the ritual be launched? No, it should be included in the effect even if you stand on the shore of the lake. He just wanted to draw me closer to the lake, not expecting me to be able to walk on it.

I thought as I watched as the lake took over my full field of vision.

Then, the lake receded, and in just two or three seconds, the tide receded. Nothing special happened, the swordsman on the other side had already put the demon sword tiger down, and I was still standing in place. Not to mention what kind of repatriation, the light of the lake didn't even move me even a millimeter. The repatriation ritual for the sense of touch would not have worked on me as a human being.

He stared blankly at me.

But I had no intention of accompanying him in a daze, and before he could come to his senses, I immediately rushed towards him. It wasn't until my fist was about to hit him that he pulled back from his stupor, and hurriedly swung his knife to force me to defend, but he still seemed to be very unacceptable to reality.

"Impossible, this is a ritual to return the sense of touch to the universe in which the Essence is located......" he muttered to himself in a vague frenzy, "how could it fail...... In that case, you are ...... again"

"Can't you see that?" I said, "I'm human. ”

"I ...... I won't admit it! His voice grew more and more mad, "How can you admit it!" A guy like you, a monster like you, how can you be a human—"

He roared and swung his knife. At the same time, the spiritual energy carried by his body and blade has actually undergone earth-shaking changes.

This is not even limited to the realm of the so-called super-psionics. In the face of such a large amount of psionic energy, I suspect that even if I am scratched by a single abrasion, the abrasion will burst open in an instant, turning into a fatal injury.

Even so, his blade couldn't reach me. He let out an incredulous voice, "Why-"

"Still don't understand? I've seen through all the martial arts you've readapted from your psionic abilities. I said, "I see, you took my insight into account when you rearranged it, and this is a new martial art designed to prevent me from being insighted." But that doesn't work anymore. If you have any other ideas after that, show them to me. ”

Hearing this, he roared loudly, acting as if he were both angry and afraid.

The secret of his strength lies in superhuman martial arts and super-level psionic powers. But the problem is that once his martial arts are completely seen through, the number of moves he can make is even easier to understand than that of ordinary psionics. I have to say that he uses psionic energy to directly manipulate his muscles to avoid the signs of his moves being taken by me, which is a good idea, but if even his own combat psychology is completely mastered, then the question of whether there are signs of moves or not is not an irrelevant link at all.

And as the battle continued, something even more overwhelming happened - while his psionic powers grew stronger, even beyond the super-realm, my movements became more powerful and agile.

Why is it like this, is it because my body has also become stronger in battle? Of course not.

It's because he's using his psionic energy to strengthen my body.

Of course, he couldn't have deliberately strengthened me as an enemy. And I already have an answer to this puzzling thing. In fact, this phenomenon, although very rare, has been seen a few times before. If nothing else, it's probably because he's so scared of me.

Because he was afraid of me, he subconsciously established an image of me as invincible, so his spiritual power made me temporarily stronger.

This bizarre shift began when he realized that I wasn't tactile, or rather, that I wasn't a monster.

I can only speculate on this: he is not afraid that I am a monster, because if I were a monster, everything would make sense; But if I were human, then it would seem indescribable.

It's not incomprehensible, because I sometimes feel a little outrageous, and if I wasn't me, but someone else, I wouldn't believe that a guy who can walk on the water is just a martial artist. I have been a monster for so many years, just to make people afraid, but some people are afraid that I am not a monster.

Yes, for him, the most terrifying, the most capable of breaking him, most likely, is not that I am a monster, but that I am actually a human being.

But, perhaps...... It's not the first time I've seen this kind of thing.

Once people see a high wall that they can't climb over, they are prone to deify or demonize it without authorization.

I thought I had a special magic eye, I thought I was the touch of an alien god, or I thought that other people were descendants of ancient super psionic people, and I thought that other people were the reincarnation of such and such a great swordsman...... I think it's fundamentally the same thing.

While the swordsman's psionic energy is powerful, it seems to be heading towards chaos. If left unchecked, he will most likely become a monster. But until then, I'll execute him first.

His out-of-control spiritual energy was also gradually breaking away from the blade, turning into a stream of brilliant blue sword qi that swept across the lake. But when these sword qi reached the surface of my body, they all turned into nothing. It's not because I'm defenseless, it's because he must have thought from the bottom of his heart that his sword qi couldn't kill me.

Seeing this, I said to him, "Fear will not defeat me." ”

This phrase is not meant to be a reminder, but to shake the enemy even more. It's a bad habit that I've ingrained. It wasn't until the words were out that I realized what I had said. Then it occurred to me that maybe it was a bad move.

"Shut up!" The swordsman cried out in a broken break, his psionic energy expanding like never before.

I retreated to the shore of the lake, and at the same time, a series of psionic phantoms burst out from him, so many that I couldn't count them for a while. And this time, these psionic phantoms did not condense like the last time he cast Yan Hui, but all of them merged into his body in an instant.

In the next moment, the demon sword in his hand burst out with brilliant brilliance, and then, along with himself, turned into a single moon-white sword light, breaking through the sound barrier - and even continuing to accelerate, slashing at me standing on the shore of the lake at a speed far above the speed of sound.

This is neither the first generation of Yan Hui nor the later Yan Hui, but the combination of the two into one, added to his own spiritual energy release, the ultimate flash. In the true sense, he has reached the realm of demon subjugation experts, and even if he encounters demon subjugation experts, he must temporarily avoid the terrifying killing of the edge.

However, no matter how powerful a blow may be, a knife thrown at me in fear will never reach me.

I stepped forward at the same time, and with my hand instead of a knife, I staggered past him who was coming at me at super speed.

Hearing the crack of steel, the knife in his hand broke in two, and the first half of the knife spun at high speed and flew into the air, and then fell, piercing deep into the ground.

I put away my knife and looked back.

He stood silently a few meters behind me, his psionic brilliance extinguished. Two seconds later, he burst out with a lot of blood, and he could no longer support his body, and fell to his knees with a broken knife. But soon, he lost even the strength to hold the knife and fell completely to the ground.

I walked up to him, only to hear him still talking to himself, his voice rather muffled, "I've obviously gotten it, super-grade psionic power...... I'm ......" At this point, his voice was so muffled that he couldn't hear clearly, and then, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which became more or less clear, "How could I lose again and again......"

"You've lost to psionics a long time ago, haven't you?" I asked rhetorically, "Why only bother with me and not challenge that psionic?" ”

He turned his gaze to me, and after a while, he said, "Martial artist loses to psionics...... Isn't that a matter of course? ”

"Martial arts are inferior to psionic energy after all...... Occasionally, there are rumors that a martial artist defeats a psionic, or even a super-grade psionic, but ...... As long as you check it, you will know that it is all fake. "Some people say that there is a martial artist in Beaver City called Faceling, who can defeat even powerful psionics...... So I joined the Church of the Earth a few months ago...... Try to find it too. However, they say that the Facelings have retired. It's all fake...... Retirement must be just rhetoric, because there is no such person...... Only by becoming a psyker ......"

It seems that, just like Ceres, who said in Fa Xiao's memories, the Church of the Church is not particularly accepting of him, so he does not know a lot of information. For example, the Facelings, who are me, exist, and because they may be prophets, there have been withered followers who have tried to encircle me.

When he said this, I said straight to him, "I'm the Faceling. ”

He froze, then let out a self-deprecating laugh, coughing up blood as he laughed.

"I don't know what you thought in the dojo after you lost, and I don't want to know why you had to treat me like a monster." I said, "But since you're so sad, haven't you really thought about it?" ”

"What have you thought about?" He asked rhetorically.

I pondered my words, "Maybe, I can do it myself." Although others say that it is impossible, that there is no end in sight, that it will be very hard and that there will be many frustrations, but ......"

Before I could finish, he slowly took over.

"Even if someone really can do ......it," he said, a look of confusion on his face, "but how could it be me?" ”

Somehow, I suddenly lost interest and wanted to end the conversation.

But before I could do anything, I suddenly realized that unlike last time, after saying this, he had already lost his breath.

But after a while, there was a commotion in the distance. It was the villagers who followed the movement, holding torches one by one, and came here to check what was going on. I noticed that the hair of the plaid shirt was also small, probably because the movement during the battle was too loud, so I must have woken him up in advance. When the villagers saw the swordsman who had fallen to the ground, they seemed to recognize him as the one who acted with the god of the grain based on his face and dress, and there was a lot of noise.

Fa Xiao saw me standing on the shore of the lake and the fallen swordsman, and his face suddenly changed drastically. He paused for a moment, then suddenly rushed to the swordsman's corpse, first picked up the broken knife, stabbed it a few times, then picked it up with both hands, gave me a flattering smile, and handed it to me. The villagers looked at him in amazement.

Instead of taking the broken knife, I looked into the woods in the distance. The dying Ceres is still there, and I must go and give him the final blow, so that the curtain can truly fall.

There was a scream in his ears as the broken demon knife tiger sucked the blood of his whole body.

After that, it's all over.

Three days later, a shocking news spread throughout the streets of the Alliance, and a martial artist with the pseudonym "Wufu" defeated a super-grade psionic head-on, with his bare hands, and one-on-one in public. This is the first record in the history of the league.

Four days later, Takeo traveled to Beaver City to meet with me and relay the information that the swordsman had targeted me.

"You're late." I said to him.

He was stunned, "What? ”

I told him about the recent events, and after listening to it, he sighed, "It seems that I ran for nothing." ”

If I had postponed my duel with the swordsman for at least three more days, then maybe everything would have been different. Even now, this assumption lacks practical significance. I couldn't help but think so, and then I exchanged martial arts experience with Takefu.

When he was done, he got up, nodded goodbye to me, and turned to walk towards the exit.

"Wait." I stopped him.

Without looking back, he asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Didn't you say before that you had to say it to the Facelings yourself?" I said, "Now that I'm here, what are you going to say to me?" ”

The seventy-year-old man turned his head to look at me, and then replied, "Although I have not defeated you once, don't be too complacent, I will catch up sooner or later." ”

After saying that, he ignored the gazes of others, laughed, and walked away.