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Countless sword qi converged towards the center, layer upon layer like a surging tide of waves, rushing towards the enemy with ferocity.

For this newly created technique, Lin Xuan was extremely confident. Even if the opponent were an old monster at the Profound Void stage, they wouldn't dare to directly confront it head-on. All he needed to do was retreat or dodge, securing the initiative for himself.

In a battle between experts, every millimeter counted. A slight advantage could be maintained and transformed into victory if used properly. At worst, he could maintain his advantage by continuously attacking.

Lin Xuan had extensive experience in duels. This technique wasn't just a simple ambush; it was filled with intricate maneuvers. Described as cunning and meticulous, but as the saying goes, "Planning is within one's control, but success depends on fate." Despite Lin Xuan’s calculations being correct, how could the Great Whale King fall for his trap?

In terms of cultivation stages, there was a vast difference between them.

Lin Xuan had the ability to challenge opponents at higher levels. He could single-handedly take on an early Profound Void stage, but mid-stage old monsters were beyond him.

Although Lin Xuan considered this, the sword qi not only was sharp and swift but also fast-moving enough that even a mid-stage old monster would likely choose to temporarily avoid it.

However, the Great Whale King was one of those rare exceptions. The six sea kings each had their strengths. The Shark King was known as a madman, the Jellyfish Queen played with the bizarre, while the Great Whale King's bravery was never doubted. Each generation of Great Whale Kings was renowned for their courage and strength.

Facing that surging tide of sword qi, the Great Whale King showed no hesitation. A hissing sound echoed as he punched directly towards it.

It wasn't a flashy move; in fact, it seemed like an ordinary punch from a mighty whale king who didn’t use any treasures. This was not uncommon, as body cultivation techniques weren’t exclusive to humans. The sea race had been around for millions of years, with their cultivation system being well-developed through the efforts of countless predecessors.

Body cultivation was just one aspect; all branches of the sea race studied it, but none excelled more than the Great Whale King’s clan. It was said that seven out of ten Great Whale Kings practiced body cultivation.

The ability to tear apart a lion or tiger was merely child's play compared to mastering their secret techniques. Even against peers from the Celestial and Terrestrial Spirit races, they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage in terms of resilience.

Thus, human cultivators often mocked the Great Whale King’s clan, saying they were just borrowing others' wisdom.

While it felt satisfying to mock them, Lin Xuan found himself feeling a bit sour. After all, human cultivation techniques were more complex, with various schools like Taoism, Buddhism, and even martial arts. Many of these had their own body cultivation techniques. But after so long in the East Sea, he hadn’t heard of any cultivator’s mastery of body cultivation surpassing that of the Great Whale King.

Mocking others is merely sour grapes; belittling them serves no purpose. What Lin Xuan wanted to know was how much advantage his calculated attack could secure for him.

To his surprise, the Great Whale King didn't dodge at all but instead punched directly into the sword qi.

Silent and swift!

Lin Xuan and the Great Whale King were still several hundred feet apart. The middle was filled with majestic sword qi. From a distance, Lin Xuan’s position seemed dominant, overpowering in its might. As he saw the sword qi engulf his opponent, it felt like a giant beast being crushed into dust. But just as that moment arrived, the Great Whale King's punch appeared.

It wasn’t flashy or dramatic, but from this single punch alone, one couldn’t see the might of the Sea Race’s first warrior.

It was just an ordinary stretch of the arm, with no signs of any spiritual light flashing.

Ordinary!

This was everyone’s initial reaction. But if one truly believed that, they would be deceiving themselves.

Lin Xuan had the same initial thought but then his pupils involuntarily constricted as he sensed a danger. However, it wasn’t because Lin Xuan truly detected something wrong; rather, it was an instinct honed through years of survival in treacherous circumstances.

Yes, it was an instinct.

But sometimes, instincts could decide the outcome. Any experienced cultivator wouldn’t dismiss such feelings.

"Bad!"

Lin Xuan’s heart tightened as if the fate of failure had already loomed over him. Without much thought, he quickly stepped to his left and vanished from sight.

This was purely a reflex action; at this stage of the duel, Lin Xuan's mind couldn't keep up with his body's movements. In essence, it was just an instinctive reaction.

Since the beginning of his cultivation journey, Lin Xuan had faced countless vicious battles, dancing on the brink of death so many times that he could barely remember them all. His body had long since developed instincts for dealing with danger.

Faster than the brain’s decision-making process, this split-second difference often decided the outcome of a battle.

Nine Heaven Microsteps was Lin Xuan's most proficient secret technique. After countless refinements, its complexity far exceeded what Nine Heaven Profound尊originally intended.

Facing spatial techniques, even an old monster at mid-Profound Void would find it challenging and impressive.

Almost as soon as he dodged, the surging wave of his sword qi began to dissipate. A crackling sound followed, indicating that the punch’s destructive force had already surpassed the speed of sound.

Where Lin Xuan had stood, his physical form escaped due to his body's extraordinary agility, but a faint shadow remained. Suddenly, without any warning, it was torn apart by an unseen force, reduced to dust and vanishing into nothingness.

Lin Xuan’s face turned ashen with fear.

Despite facing many dangerous situations, the current one seemed insignificant in comparison. His clothes were already soaked from cold sweat, and thinking about that scene still sent shivers down his spine.

Initially, he wanted to secure an advantage through a surprise attack, suppressing the Great Whale King's arrogance.

Up until now, Lin Xuan didn’t regret this decision; if anything, it was just that the enemy was far stronger than expected. Much stronger than he had imagined.

The plan was good, but all his plans and dreams were shattered by one punch.

That light, effortless punch turned defense into offense. His countless sword qi attacks were useless, nearly costing him his life in the process.

Wasn’t this ridiculous? An old monster at mid-Profound Void stage could be so terrifying?

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. Despite his unbreakable will, he had limits. The sudden turn of events left him plummeting into an icy abyss; even if one’s nerves were made of steel, it couldn’t withstand such a shock!

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