Heavenly Derivation Divine Pupil Advances, Future Sight
"You two deal with Fourth Brother." After saying that, Qin Wangchuan walked straight towards Qin Qingzheng.
Zhou Yunyi pointed to himself. "The two of us can take him down?"
Everyone knows how terrifying Qin Kuangge is; he possesses a pure physical Sacred Body, capable of shattering mountains and crushing peaks with a single hand.
But the other one is equally difficult to deal with.
Qin Qingzheng's Companion Spirit Sword can cut through all laws.
This means that no magic is effective against her; only physical skills or swordsmanship can be used. However, the problem is that she is equally skilled in both, possessing the ability to go toe-to-toe with anyone.
Qin Zhaoer raised her chin, her tone filled with utter contempt and impatience:
"Huh? Who said it needed two people?"
"Stand still and watch carefully, chicks!"
Without turning her head, Qin Zhaoer said something and slowly walked towards Qin Kuangge.
As she took a step, the bells on her ankles rang out again, followed by a burst of light, and she quickly took shape.
This time, the bell didn't turn into a weapon, but instead transformed into a dress.
It was a black and gold battle dress similar to Qin Wangchuan's black robe, with shimmering light at the hem, clinging to her body and outlining the girl's agile figure.
This was Law Treasure, similar to the Dragon Scale Armor, that she had pestered her Third Sister, Qin Qingni, to make. It could greatly enhance Spiritual Power and physical strength.
Qin Kuangge's illusory figure crossed his arms and looked at the girl before him, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. Suddenly, he asked, "Qin Clan?"
When he entered the Book Palace, Qin Zhaoer and Qin Wangchuan had not yet appeared.
Qin Zhaoer stood firm, her tone resolute. "I am Qin Zhaoer, your Eighth Sister, and I will also defeat you."
"Qin Zhaoer?" Qin Kuangge's illusory figure smiled slightly. "A good name."
Qin Kuangge said no more and strode closer.
He needs no weapons Law Treasure; his body, forged through Thousands of Refinements trials, is the most terrifying weapon of war.
When the distance between the two people is reduced to its limit--
The clash erupted in an instant.
Boom!
Like two High Antiquity ferocious beasts breaking free of their restraints, the two men Fist Out Like a Dragon, clashing head-on with each other!
There was no dodging, no parrying, only the most savage dialogue between power.
The dull thuds of punches landing were continuous, like gods swinging giant hammers from the clouds. Each blow shook Zhou Yunyi's Divine Soul to the point of breaking, as if the space itself was about to collapse from their brawl.
"Hahaha, it seems you weren't lying." Qin Kuangge laughed loudly during their fight, forcefully punching Qin Zhaoer back, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "The only thing in the world that can give me trouble is my own fist technique!"
Taking advantage of the momentum, Qin Zhaoer swept backward, landing as lightly as a catkin in the wind. The whole process was smooth and effortless, showing her composure.
She flicked her wrist lightly, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Your boxing?"
"I've figured it out even better!"
After Qin Zhaoer finished speaking, she took another step forward.
However, this time her demeanor was completely different from her previous fierce and domineering one.
Qin Kuangge's fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains, came down again, but Qin Zhaoer neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, she simply flipped her wrist, and her palm met the attack as gently as flowing water.
The fists and palms clashed, yet not a single loud thud was produced.
The violent force seemed to vanish into thin air, easily guided and pulled by her, grazing her side and crashing into empty space.
A gust of wind made her skirt flutter, but she stood firmly in place, not moving an inch.
Like a black lotus swaying in the wind.
"Hmm?" Qin Kuangge's illusory figure let out a soft exclamation, his eyes revealing genuine surprise for the first time.
Qin Zhaoer's lips curled into a smile, and she began to unleash her fist.
It transformed into an extremely powerful and fierce punch.
It was with her feminine agility and resilience that she found the most suitable style of boxing for herself from the most powerful techniques—"Soft Water Silk Weave."
The strongest can also be the softest, and the softest can also be the strongest.
On Qin Wangchuan's side, Qin Qingzheng looked at the person before her, a familiar light flashing in his clear, cold eyes. She spoke:
"You have a pleasant scent of Sword Intent about you."
Hearing those familiar words, Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but chuckle, "You always say that."
Without saying much, he conjured up the Ten Directions Profound Sword with a thought.
The sword, though ancient and cracked, exudes an aura that can suppress all laws.
"It's been a long time since I've used pure swordsmanship." Qin Wangchuan gripped his sword, pointing it at Qin Qingzheng, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Come on, Fifth Sister."
The moment the words left his mouth, the battle had begun, and was also nearing its end.
Qin Qingzheng's sword moved; her sword, like her, was cold, pure, and untouched by worldly dust.
That sword strike, seemingly simple, had reached the pinnacle of skill, precisely piercing the only, and almost non-existent, "gap" in Qin Wangchuan's sword technique.
This is the source of her confidence that allows her to go toe-to-toe with anyone.
It does not rely on external aids, nor on physical constitution.
Those Heavenly Bestowed Eyes, born with the ability to see through the cracks in all things, are solely for their ultimate purpose.
However, Qin Wangchuan neither blocked nor broke through.
He simply thrust his sword forward.
This sword strike was unchanging, without any follow-up moves, and without even a hint of malice.
It was neither faster nor stronger, yet it seemed to have been waiting for the end of Qin Qingzheng momentum all along.
They started later, but arrived first.
"Bite--"
A clear, crisp sound, like ice and jade striking each other.
Qin Qingzheng's sword tip suddenly stopped three inches away from Qin Wangchuan, unable to advance any further.
Because the tip of the Ten Directions Profound Sword had lightly touched her wrist, which was holding the sword.
The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to prevent any further changes in her life.
Qin Qingzheng's illusory figure froze in motion.
She glanced down at the tip of the sword on her wrist, a hint of doubt in her cool eyes.
Was it a deliberate slip-up?
The doubt lasted only a moment.
The two figures crossed paths in mid-air once again, their Sword Light like lightning, and they exchanged more than ten blows in an instant.
Qin Qingzheng's swordsmanship remained pure, each strike aimed directly at a weakness, forcing Qin Wangchuan to defend several times.
However, she gradually noticed something was amiss—his sword always seemed to be waiting for her just before she could change her move.
It wasn't a prediction, it was more like... all her changes had already been foreseen.
Finally, at the very moment Qin Qingzheng thrust out his sword, a golden light flashed in Qin Wangchuan's eyes.
Instead of parrying, he met the cold, sharp Sword Light with a seemingly slower strike.
But this slower sword strike, though launched later, arrived first, lightly touching the spine of her Sword Spine.
"Bite..."
A long, soft chirp.
Qin Qingzheng's swordplay suddenly froze.
Before she could change her move, Qin Wangchuan slid his wrist down, and the Ten Directions Profound Sword slid down along the Sword Spine of her sword, sweeping past her in a flash!
The Sword Light was as clear and silent as water.
Qin Qingzheng a sword, transformed into drifting illusory light, then dissipated into countless shimmering fragments, returning to nothingness.
Qin Wangchuan stood still, the golden light in his eyes slowly fading.
This was the first time he had ever beaten Fifth Sister, even though she was just a fleeting illusion.
He had repeatedly failed at home in the past, simply because his Fifth Sister could always see through his intentions and changes "at the moment," a complete crushing victory in terms of skill and insight.
But things are different now.
Qin Wangchuan had previously speculated that the Profound Mystery ability that occasionally surfaced, allowing him to glimpse a corner of the future, might be a gift from the Wheel of Fate.
But just now, in the instant he focused all his attention on the tip of the sword, the trajectory of the world became clearer in his eyes than ever before.
Now we can be certain --
It is nothing else.
Rather, it was his Heavenly Derivation Divine Pupil that, under the nourishment and cleansing of that defying Qi Yun, had undergone a fundamental transformation, awakening the supreme power to foresee the trajectory of the future.
After a series of fierce battles, it has come to this point.
Qin Wangchuan then truly mastered how to use this great power.