Yi Yun's Limit

Even as his physical and mental strength continued to deplete, Yi Yun's incredibly precise deductions continued to improve little by little.

The light in Yi Yun's heart expanded as he persevered longer, and the previously blurred traces became clearer and clearer, as if carved by a chisel in the void.

He could even feel the space his body sensed expanding outwards at an incredibly slow pace, in response to the pain in his body.

A surge of joy welled up in Yi Yun's heart, but at the same time he knew clearly that his physical strength was once again approaching its limit.

The moment his strength fails, he will definitely pull himself out of this mystical state...

Fortunately, when Lin Xin Tong left, she left behind many Bone Relic, and Yi Yun ate one of Bone Relic.

A warm, comforting energy circulates within the body.

Yi Yun was completely soaked, sweat pouring down his face!

By this time, Yi Yun had been inside the great formation for an hour!

The young masters of Jingzhou were so captivated by what they saw that their eyes were dazzled.

Yi Yun's movements remained unchanged. They craned their necks, staring blankly for a full hour, until they were about to vomit.

Is this interesting?

Someone protested!

But when they looked at Yan Menglong, they saw that this general from Tiandu City was still stroking his chin, looking at Yi Yun with great interest.

I don't know what's so interesting about doing the same thing for so long.

Just when the young master of Jingzhou was getting impatient, and even the young master controlling the formation was about to fall asleep, they suddenly heard a voice that excited them.

"Add... one level!"

Yi Yun spoke, his voice strained and hoarse, giving the impression that he was nearing his limit.

He was sweating profusely as he spoke.

"Increasing the difficulty? He's finally going to increase the difficulty!"

The young masters of Jingzhou, who had been drowsy, suddenly perked up. Great! Yi Yun was finally ready to challenge the level 15 difficulty.

The young master, who was controlling the formation, excitedly licked his lips and pressed the fifteenth crystal.

You're finished now!

They all kept their eyes peeled, waiting to see Yi Yun get severely injured and cough up blood after being struck by the Cold Iron Blood Pearl.

"Buzz--"

The Cold Iron Blood Pearl roared. Due to the high-speed friction that lasted for more than an hour, each blood bead turned slightly red due to the high temperature. The power of such blood beads hitting the body was unimaginable.

Song Zijun's face showed a mixture of confusion and anticipation. He also wanted to see what Yi Yun's limits were.

Suddenly, Song Zijun's pupils contracted. He noticed that Yi Yun, in the center of the formation, had undergone a strange change in his movements.

Yi Yun's Movement Technique were sluggish and labored, as if he might be struck by the Cold Iron Blood Pearl at any moment.

In an instant, Yi Yun's movements became swift again, as if he had shed a heavy burden, and his body once again unleashed astonishing strength and agility.

A series of afterimages appeared around his body, and it seemed that Yi Yun's shadow was everywhere on the array platform.

He reduced the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt to the bare minimum!

In an instant, Yi Yun's movements became at least 30% faster than when he first started!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Yi Yun dodged all fifteen blood beads!

The blood droplets bounced back. Yi Yun lightly touched the ground with his toes, dodging them again. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, even more fluid and effortless than when he was at level fourteen difficulty. Not a single blood droplet could touch the hem of Yi Yun's clothes!

"What!?"

Everyone was stunned. How could Yi Yun's speed suddenly increase?

The young masters of Jingzhou all wore expressions of disbelief, and even the disciples of the Great Wilderness were somewhat confused.

Could it be that Yi Yun was holding back his strength just now? But it doesn't seem like it. He clearly pushed himself to the limit with every move. His sweat and the slightly bulging veins on his forehead are proof of that.

"Interesting!" Yan Menglong, who had been watching Yi Yun with great interest, suddenly smiled.

Yi Yun, who was in the middle of the formation, had a strange look in his eyes. He was still covered in sweat, but he felt much more relaxed.

The heavy, restrictive feeling of being bound to his body lessened considerably. Reducing the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt undoubtedly allowed Yi Yun's suppressed potential to erupt all at once.

The difficulty level of 15 is just right!

Waaaaah--

The Cold Iron Blood Pearl whistled through the void, tearing out visible ripples of wind.

A fierce wind swept across the land.

Yi Yun was like a petrel in a storm, darting about freely!

The people around were all a bit confused; this wasn't the script they were watching.

At difficulty level 15, shouldn't Yi Yun have been hit by the blood bead and then seriously injured, coughing up blood?

The young masters of Jingzhou couldn't understand it. If they hadn't witnessed the Cold Iron Blood Pearl increasing in speed, they would have thought the great formation was malfunctioning.

At that moment, Yi Yun's words shocked them so much that their jaws almost dropped.

"Add one level, making it level sixteen in difficulty!"

Yi Yun's voice wasn't loud, and it was even less noticeable amidst the sharp sound of blood droplets piercing the air, but when it reached everyone's ears, it left them all speechless!

The young master from Jingzhou, who was controlling the formation, trembled violently, almost thinking he had misheard. How could this be? Just now Yi Yun was barely managing to overcome the level fourteen difficulty, and now he was going to challenge the level sixteen difficulty?

Has he gone mad!?

"Let you be crazy, let you show off. I'll show you the power of level sixteen difficulty. You don't actually think you can stand shoulder to shoulder with Young Master Zijun you?"

The young master of Jingzhou, who controlled the formation, pressed down hard on the sixteenth crystal.

At that moment, the entire formation flashed with light, and sixteen Cold Iron Blood Pearl shot out wildly. Some of the onlookers couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This level 16 difficulty put immense pressure on Yi Yun!

Each Cold Iron Blood Pearl was like a shooting star, putting immense pressure on Yi Yun's body and mind.

These Cold Iron Blood Pearl would occasionally collide with each other, causing them to move in reverse or change direction, making them difficult to defend against.

The Cold Iron Blood Pearl continuously compressed Yi Yun's room to maneuver.

Buzzing--

Yi Yun's ears were ringing, his heart was pounding, and his blood was flowing at an extreme pace.

"Snap!"

A drop of blood grazed Yi Yun's waist. His Flying Fish Robe was torn in two!

Level 16 difficulty is clearly beyond Yi Yun's limit.

"Ha!"

The young masters of Jingzhou breathed a sigh of relief; finally, this kid was about to give up.

I didn't expect Yi Yun to have been holding back. I underestimated him. However, he is still no match for Young Master Zijun!

"Snap!"

Another streak of light flashed, and Yi Yun's flying fish robe sleeve was torn off, a trickle of blood spurting out. Yi Yun's forearm was scraped!

At level 16 difficulty, the speed of the Cold Iron Blood Pearl is simply too fast; its fierce gust of wind can tear the Flying Fish Robe as easily as tearing a piece of paper.

Several more Cold Iron Blood Pearl flew towards him, an attack with almost no blind spots, making it difficult for Yi Yun to dodge!

In a flash, Yi Yun's figure blurred. He leaped out of the great formation!

"Clap clap clap!"

The blood droplets all hit empty air!

"Um!?"

Seeing Yi Yun enter the fray, the young masters of Jingzhou were all disappointed.

"That kid is too cunning!"

They were hoping to see Yi Yun get beaten to a pulp, but he just gave up like that, so naturally they lost out.

"Brother Yi, well done!"

The disciples of the Great Wilderness cheered. Although Yi Yun couldn't even last three breaths at level sixteen difficulty, and his defeat to Song Zijun was already a foregone conclusion, the fact that he had achieved this much was truly remarkable.

A young man from the Great Wilderness overwhelmed a group of young masters from prominent Lineage, and was not much inferior to their First Young Master.

This is certainly something to be proud of!

Today, these young people of the Great Wilderness have proven themselves and demonstrated the glory of the Great Wilderness.

"Brother Zhang, you've taken in a fine prospect!"

Liu Da'er patted Zhang Tan on the shoulder and said sincerely.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Yi Yun out of the corner of his eye and noticed that the boy had taken off his Flying Fish Robe.

The tattered Flying Fish Robe was thrown to the ground by Yi Yun like a messy brocade, revealing his Yi Yun garment, a short shirt that shimmered with silver light and looked extremely silky, like a piece of light gauze.

"Excuse me, I'd like to take off some clothes."

Yi Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke.

"Take off your clothes? You're too hot from all that exercise."

The young masters from Jingzhou exchanged glances, feeling somewhat speechless. This Yi Yun was quite eccentric. For martial artists, what was a little heat? Once their vital energy circulated, the sweat would evaporate instantly.

But people from the countryside probably work shirtless in the fields, so they can understand.

While Yi Yun was taking off his clothes, Song Zijun, who had remained calm and even showed little surprise when Yi Yun activated the level 16 difficulty, suddenly changed his expression drastically!

Even Yan Menglong, whose eyes flashed with a sharp light, froze, his large hand that had been stroking his chin.

"Flowing Silver Shirt!"

Yan Menglong was stunned!

What?

People were puzzled and looked at Yan Menglong with curiosity. Given Yan Menglong's status and position, anything that could make him lose his composure must be extraordinary.

"Flowing Silver Shirt? Could it be the clothes Yi Yun took off?" The young masters of Jingzhou looked at the light gauze in Yi Yun's hand with curiosity. Apart from being a bit thin, there was nothing special about it.

"Could this be...?" Song Zijun stared incredulously at the Flowing Silver Shirt in Yi Yun's hand. "It's Mysterious Grade Three Flowing Silver Shirt made by the Lin family! A top-tier treasure for cultivating Movement Technique and strength! It can be bought at auction houses, but the price is exorbitant, and it's often in a state of being priceless and unavailable."

"The weight of the Mysterious Grade Three Flowing Silver Shirt can vary from ten to one thousand cauldrons, at will. Not only that, it also restricts a person's movement. Wearing it, any movement will require much more effort than usual. You were wearing this robe the whole time in the great formation just now...?"

Song Zijun's voice even trembled slightly. He had worn similar clothes before, but they weren't produced by the Lin family. He knew the models of the Flowing Silver Shirt like the back of his hand.

What the heck?

The Jingzhou Young Masters Faction were completely dumbfounded to see Song Zijun in such a state of disarray.

Only one sentence echoed in their ears, "Its weight can vary from ten cauldrons to a thousand cauldrons!"

Ten cauldrons? At least ten cauldrons!?

Are you referring to this piece of clothing?

Yi Yun, who had been wearing the heavy Flowing Silver Shirt, displayed Subtle Movement Technique within the Cold Iron Blood Pearl Formation.

This must be... a joke!

...(To be continued~^~)