A black shadow shot straight at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi withdrew the technique in his hand, showing from the side that he took his enemy seriously.
Futuo Monk Li, the man these System Hosts called Doctor.
An enemy whose strength surpassed Chen Yi's intelligence by an equal ratio, yet he somehow gave off a harmless air.
Most importantly, his path.
Pain!
As always, after reaching Tier 7, all understanding beneath the laws became invalid.
Fire would not restrain wood.
Wood would not restrain earth.
Destruction would not be stronger than the sword path.
Life would not be weaker than karma.
Techniques had no hierarchy, and paths had no hierarchy.
People were what made them powerful.
Pain, however, was somewhat special.
Among the Myriad Worlds, those who liked to walk the path of emotions were Demons.
The Seven Deadly Sins, every single sin pointed directly at emotions.
Yet even among Demons, very few were willing to walk the path of pain.
There was no other reason. Pain was both an emotion and a sensation.
To inflict pain upon others, one had to understand pain oneself.
That was the practice of one's path.
Without an exceptional tolerance for pain, and even a fondness for it, one could not continue down this path at all.
"Patient Rowen Yi, do you like pain?"
"I like it, anyway."
Before his words had even faded, his speed increased again, and the black shadow vanished from ahead.
A speed-type enemy?
"Ceng!"
The silvery-white scalpel scraped against the shield, throwing up a shower of sparks. Then Futuo Monk Li vanished once more.
Only the shield, marked with several cuts, remained where it was.
Chen Yi did not bother searching for his enemy's location. Pale flames spread through the surroundings.
Against a speed-type enemy, there was no need to