Martial Arts Future Path (Big Chapter Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Underground Research Facility

Waves of flame battered the stone walls as He Ao's true body watched the Plain Robed Old Man before him.

At this moment, his soul and most of his attention were still in the distorted space, controlling his avatar as it kept opening passages and fleeing with its two teammates.

After Hyperthymesia had advanced to Rank B, and with his "soul" strengthening after each Copy World, his true body was no longer completely unaware whenever he descended his main soul into the avatar.

Of course, under such circumstances, his true body's reactions were still much slower.

He Ao had carefully calculated the time difference between his true body and avatar. He had calculated the elevator's descent time precisely to estimate how much time the avatar would have to deal with matters over there, making full and efficient use of every moment.

Although progress over there had been a little slower than expected, it was more or less done.

He Ao slowly drew the black broadsword from his back. His expression did not change as he stepped out of the elevator and onto the platform wrapped in flames.

The other party was clearly a seasoned warrior. Any sign of weakness at a time like this would give his opponent an opening.

"Your body does not seem particularly strong. Your Martial Arts Cultivation is only Rank C."

The old man did not move. His gaze swept over He Ao's body as he slowly lowered the broadsword in his hand into a Starting Stance. "If this is all the strength you possess, you will die here, little fellow."

He Ao looked up at the old man and slowly raised his own black broadsword, assuming the same Starting Stance.

At that instant, his true-body soul returned completely to his body with