Perfection

Li ChunJun felt strange at that moment.

Or rather, he had been in some kind of strange state ever since his Life Level was on the verge of rising.

He could clearly feel that when his Life Level reached level 10 and his progress rose to 1000/1000, his flesh, muscles, bones, internal organs, limbs, hands and feet, mouth, nose, eyes, and ears—all aspects of his body—seemed to form a strange cycle.

Caught in that cycle, his whole being sank into an indescribable feeling of "perfection."

That was right!

Perfection!

The perfect form of an evolutionary stage truly brought to completion!

This state allowed every function of his body to be effortlessly coordinated into a whole in an entirely new way.

Before, his excellent eyesight, astonishing hearing, keen sense of smell, strong muscles and bones, and coordinated physique had all left him somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, the changes to his body had come too quickly.

Given enough time, he would naturally have adapted to them.

But this time...

This strange feeling of "perfection" had helped him skip over that period of discomfort, perfectly coordinating every function his body had strengthened.

It was as though...

This was how a normal living being was supposed to be.

He could easily track a mosquito's flight within ten meters.

He could casually hear ants crawling beneath a nearby tree.

He could lift a thousand-pound weight with one hand.

He could even sprint at full speed for half an hour without turning red or growing short of breath.

This feeling...

Left Li ChunJun with a sense of familiarity and strangeness.

It was familiar because all the abilities he possessed were truly his own.

It was strange because those abilities, which he had always possessed, had now been perfectly combined, producing results that delighted him.

"This state..."

Li ChunJun continued sprinting at high speed.

Before, he hadn't thought there was anything unusual about the way he ran.

But now, in this state of "perfection," he could clearly sense that something was wrong with his running form.

How should he breathe to use his stamina more efficiently? How should he stretch his muscles and bones to unleash greater strength? How should he place his feet to maintain better balance?

Countless imperfect postures were "sensed" in this state of "perfection," prompting him to adjust instinctively as he ran.

And so, even though his speed hadn't changed, running became easier and easier.

His stamina seemed endless.

If he wanted, he could run even faster.

It was like a runner who had always relied on talent suddenly receiving guidance from one of the world's top track-and-field coaches.

The person was the same, and his stamina was unchanged, but the way he ran had undergone a complete transformation.

Two kilometers, three kilometers, four kilometers, five kilometers!

Li ChunJun ran, completely immersed in this "perfection."

Of course, his Life Level had already quietly risen to level 11, and his physique had undergone another round of strengthening. This sense of perfection couldn't be called truly absolute.

Even so, his control over his own body had reached a level he had never experienced before.

"Only today do I know who I am."

Li ChunJun let out a long breath.

Then he slowed to a stop.

He looked at his status.

Life Level: 11 (140/1000)

"The required 'experience' cap hasn't increased?"

Li ChunJun was a little surprised.

But he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he quietly recalled the perfection he had felt at Life Level 10, when his progress had reached 1000/1000.

That sensation had grown somewhat hazy after his Life Level rose to 11.

Even so, the experience was enough to take his overall ability to a new level.

"I wonder when I'll reach 'perfection' again. Maybe when my progress reaches perfection at level 20? If so, I'll have to make good use of that state."

He pondered silently.

That kind of perfection was in no way inferior to a state of "enlightenment."

If he could control it properly and spend a hundred or eighty days in seclusion in that state, it would be like spending a hundred or eighty days in enlightenment. Techniques like the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Sword Art, the Crimson Sun Body Refining Art, and the Sword Cultivation Foundation Establishment Chapter could all be comprehended to perfection with ease.

He could even seek out countless cultivation arts and secret techniques, instantly advancing the level of his "technical experience."

If he made good use of it, he wouldn't just shake off the burden of only being able to overpower the weak with strength—he could also kill enemies above his level and triumph over the strong while starting from a disadvantage.

In terms of combat power, it would be no less than rising two levels.

Unfortunately, he hadn't gained any experience this time, so he hadn't been able to make good use of it.

But...

As he recalled that mysterious sensation, Li ChunJun suddenly swept his sword through the air.

In the next instant, the blade thrust forward, streaking across the Sky Dome like a flash of thunder and lightning, its precision beyond belief.

"My swordsmanship has reached the minor mastery stage."

He said it aloud.

But immediately afterward, he sensed the flaws in the sword strike he had just made.

He thrust his sword again.

This strike was even more dazzling than the last.

Like a celestial swan sweeping through the Nine Heavens, ethereal and unpredictable.

And like thunder with the force of ten thousand bolts, vast as the might of heaven.

"It's reached great mastery."

He understood.

He carefully compared and verified it against that state of "perfection"...

"It can still be improved."

He said it aloud.

And it wasn't just his swordsmanship.

His body had naturally achieved Internal-External Unity.

All he needed to do next was make a few minor adjustments, and his Hundred Meridians would be Open.

Even Circulating Energy Through the Heavens wouldn't take much effort.

"A Unity Martial Master."

He couldn't help but marvel.

The realm of martial arts that ordinary Martial Artists pursued all their lives had been crossed into with ease.

At that moment, he seemed to sense something.

A figure came charging toward him in long strides.

The pitch-black night couldn't hinder Li ChunJun's vision.

Though he couldn't see as clearly as in daylight, he could still make out the person pursuing him with precision.

Lu Jing, the head of Profound Moon Security.

Though he was panting heavily, he kept his eyes fixed on Li ChunJun. Taking advantage of the faint light, he smashed through the darkness and hurtled straight toward him.

"I really did hook a big fish."

Li ChunJun said.

He had pretended to be badly wounded earlier to lure out the people from Profound Moon Security as quickly as possible and wipe them all out, ensuring no one would interfere while he exterminated the Jin Family remnants and let any of the Jin Family slip through the net.

Now it seemed...

Even Lu Jing had caught up with him.

But that made sense.

Who else besides Lu Jing, a top Martial Master, could keep up with him?

After all, he had been immersed in that state of "perfection" earlier and hadn't paid much attention to controlling his speed or distance.

"This is the confidence that lets Profound Moon Security dare to oppose me—and believe they can protect the Jin Family."

Internal Strengthening martial artists held status and influence in every city.

Unity Martial Masters were among the very top figures in a city's martial arts world.

Their standing was no less than that of tycoons worth hundreds of millions, or even over a billion.

And that was before you even considered top Martial Masters.

But now, he had completed an astonishing transformation!

It was almost on par with the transformation from Martial Artist to Body Refining Cultivator!

After undergoing this transformation, top Martial Masters—whom he would previously have needed to spend time planning tactics to kill—were nothing much anymore.

Especially since he seemed to have deliberately worn Lu Jing down, whether intentionally or not.

As these thoughts passed through his mind, Li ChunJun stood with his sword in hand.

"Run! Go on, run!"

Lu Jing panted, a hint of menace on his face. "Can't run anymore?"

Li ChunJun fell silent. After a while, he said, "So you're blind?"

The words made Lu Jing's breathing hitch.

Before he could get angry, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

His breathing was off!

The way Li ChunJun spoke...

It was steady and calm.

There wasn't the slightest sign of a grievously wounded man at the end of his rope!

He wasn't even breathing hard after sprinting five kilometers.

A disguise!?

At that thought, Lu Jing's pupils contracted sharply.