Once the door to the square guardroom was shut, only a square window less than a meter wide connected it to the outside.
The cramped, concealed space was perfect for Lu Sheng's needs.
He opened the window, sat at the foot of the bed, and closed his eyes as he slowly entered a meditative state.
The sounds around him gradually drifted away. Before he knew it, even his breathing had become exceptionally slow.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes.
A speck of white light seemed to flare in the darkness—the instant reflection of outside light in his eyes.
Almost there. Deep Blue, Lu Sheng silently called.
Hiss.
The pale-blue interface instantly sprang up before his eyes.
Lu Sheng focused on the only small box in this world.
'Phantom Heart Style Assassination Fist: Ninth Stage, (Trait: Close-Combat Burst.)'
This was the special skill gained after Phantom Heart Style Assassination Fist reached the Ninth Stage—an explosive skill similar to a secret art: Close-Combat Burst.
It was a skill derived from a Phantom Heart Style fist technique called Phantom Thorn. The instant one threw a punch, it could make the opponent seem to see an illusion, as though one punch had split into three arms attacking at once.
Lu Sheng had tried it on a White Knight. The result was beyond doubt: it was completely useless.
Creating illusions and splitting one punch into three was effective against people, but against a White Knight, each of the three punches possessed only eighty percent of its normal power. Against that sort of steel can, it could not even leave a dent.
Against a person, it could throw them into confusion, leaving them unsure which punch to deal with. But White Knights fought by trading injury for injury. They did