True Martial Seven-Section Formation!

True Martial Seven-Section Formation.

Wang Xuan's lips curled upward; since he had seen through the trick, there was no need to be polite.

With a sinking thought, he maxed out his talent.

Countless insights flooded his mind like a bursting dam, overwhelming and vast. It wasn't just the dissection of individual moves, but the complete mystery of the entire formation from its foundation to its limits: how the Qi pulses flowed, how the formation positions shifted, how the seven individuals coordinated, and how the Turtle and Snake stances complemented each other... Everything was understood in an instant. Simultaneously, based on the foundation of this formation, he derived seven methods that used the body as the formation and the internal organs as the base.

At this moment, his understanding of this formation had completely surpassed that of its creator, Zhang Sanfeng.

One-Click Max!

On the panel, three traits emerged one after another.

[Yin-Yang Mutual Aid]: This formation uses the seven mansions of the Xuanwu as positions, divided into the two core stances of the Turtle (stillness) and the Snake (movement). At this moment, the two merge into one, discarding form to preserve intent, uniting movement and stillness, and bringing hardness and softness into one.

[Geometric Superposition]: The power increases geometrically with the number of techniques performed. Two sets performed together equal the combined force of two people, directly doubling the power; three sets add another doubling on top of that; when all seven sets are performed, the power is equivalent to sixty-four experts of the same rank attacking simultaneously.

[Flawless]: When one person performs all seven martial arts, the Qi flows without obstruction. The formation circulates endlessly through the meridians, and the martial moves interlock without a single flaw.

Wang Xuan was overjoyed.

Yin-Yang Mutual Aid meant he didn't need to gather a group, and Flawless allowed him to operate all seven techniques alone. With Geometric Superposition, his single strike was equivalent to sixty-four versions of himself attacking at once—how could anyone block that?

The True Qi required to drive seven techniques was indeed massive, but the one thing Wang Xuan lacked the least was True Qi.

With a thought, the True Martial Seven-Section Formation roared into motion within his body.

The Wall Mansion True Martial Wall-Unity Art sent Qi from the Dantian Qi Sea, traveling through the Thrusting Vessel to connect the upper and lower body and the Ren and Du vessels. The Danger Mansion True Martial Danger-Edge Art traveled through the Hand Shaoyin Pericardium Meridian from chest to hand. The Void Mansion True Martial Void-Reflection Art traveled through the Hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian, circulating throughout the body. The Chamber Mansion True Martial Chamber-Solidify Art traveled through the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, ascending from the big toe. The Woman Mansion True Martial Woman-Softness Art traveled through the Ren Vessel, ascending from the perineum along the abdomen to the throat. The Ox Mansion True Martial Ox-Guard Art traveled through the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, ascending from the Bubbling Spring on the sole of the foot to the waist and spine. The Dipper Mansion True Martial Dipper-Qi Art traveled through the Du Vessel, starting at the coccyx and piercing up to the Hundred Meetings point on the crown of the head.

As the Qi left the Dantian and the True Martial Wall-Unity Art began to circulate, the other six techniques responded in unison. The heart, kidneys, spleen, lungs, triple burner, and liver all vibrated simultaneously. Six distinct, powerful forces were awakened from the depths of his internal organs, surging out along their respective meridians to finally converge, fuse, and sublimate in the Dantian.

A force so abundant it was nearly violent flooded his entire body. Every inch of his meridians felt as if they were being filled with molten iron; his bones creaked, his muscles tightened like bowstrings, and even his fingertips faintly emitted a golden light.

Opposite him, the seven Grandmaster Player sword-wielders saw their formation enter the next round of attacks. The phantom of the Black Turtle pressed down from above once more, its mountain-like weight locking down the four directions, while the Black Snake Sword Qi condensed between the seven blades, its cold, eerie light flickering.

Wang Xuan raised his hand, starting once again with the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shaochong, Shaoze... Six invisible sword qi beams shot out simultaneously, but this time, as the True Qi circulated within his body, it was captured and integrated by the True Martial Seven-Section Formation.

The six sword qi beams were like items thrown into an invisible furnace, instantly splitting, multiplying, and intertwining.

One became two, two became four, four became eight, eight became sixteen...

The power of Geometric Superposition was fully unleashed at this moment.

Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred twenty-eight, two hundred fifty-six... three hundred eighty-four!

Under the catalysis of the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, the six sword qi beams transformed in the blink of an eye into three hundred eighty-four. The dense, invisible sword qi was no longer scattered energy but had converged into a single torrent. That torrent glowed with a faint golden hue, carrying a screech that seemed to tear the heavens apart. Like an enraged dragon, it crashed toward the sword formation composed of the seven men.

Ripples visible to the naked eye exploded in the air.

The sand on the beach was kicked up by the shockwave, forming a fan-shaped blast that spread to both sides. In the numb eyes of the seven Grandmaster Players, a flicker of emotion finally appeared—not fear, but pure, unadulterated astonishment.

They didn't even have time to change their moves.

The Black Snake Sword Qi had just condensed into shape when it collided head-on with the torrent of sword qi. There was no violent explosion, no ear-piercing clash of metal; the three hundred eighty-four beams of invisible sword qi acted like a precision meat grinder, tearing the sword qi to shreds, swallowing it, and grinding it into nothingness.

The torrent did not pause for even a second, continuing forward.

Squelch!

A dull tearing sound echoed, like a massive piece of wet oxhide being ripped apart.

The sword qi torrent swept across the bodies of the seven men. The Black Turtle phantom of the sword formation shattered instantly, dissipating into specks of fluorescent light. Seven longswords snapped simultaneously, their fragments spinning through the air. The bodies of the seven men were pierced, sliced, and torn apart by the countless beams of sword qi.

There were no screams.

The seven men didn't even have time to make a sound before they were cut into pieces. Flesh and blood flew, bone fragments splattered, and a dark red mist of blood exploded into a massive flower, staining the beach for several yards in a shocking, deep crimson. Bits of flesh fell onto the sand with a pattering sound, some still hanging from broken sword hilts, swaying back and forth.

The seven men who had previously been so fierce with their True Martial Seven-Section Formation had met their end in the blink of an eye.

The crisis of being surrounded was resolved instantly.

The speed of the transition was staggering.

Wang Xuan didn't even look back. He flicked his left hand behind him, and four more Six Meridian sword qi beams were released. Enhanced by the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, they transformed into over two hundred sword qi beams, sweeping across the area behind him.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The sword qi fell like a torrential downpour, enveloping the beach for over ten yards behind him, along with several Grandmaster Players who had tried to approach from the rear. The sand was sliced into the air, mixing with flesh and bone fragments like a scarlet sandstorm. By the time the dust settled, that stretch of beach had been plowed into fine, uniform sand, with dark red blood seeping into every grain.

Wang Xuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the consumption of True Qi in his body. The power of the True Martial Seven-Section Formation was indeed astonishing, but the cost was not small; an attack using one unit of True Qi required seven times that amount after operating the formation.

However, for him, this consumption was nothing more than a light drizzle.

In the distance, within the pavilion.

Chu Lingtian's face was ashen. He fixed his gaze on a man beside him with a sinister face and cold, piercing eyes, saying in a low voice, "Yin Mingchen, it's time to end this show. That bastard's strength has grown another notch. If we keep fighting like this, who knows what other variables might arise? Let's just have everyone move at once, finish him off quickly, and we can head back!"

The trace of interest that had been in Yin Mingchen's eyes had long since vanished, but being questioned like this by his companion made him lose face. He sneered, "Chu Lingtian, although the mission requires us to finish him with the Soul-Splitting Thorn, we have all witnessed his talent. Collecting information and testing his level is a crucial part of this. Everyone present..." He swept his gaze over the other Royal Clan members, "Don't you have any interest in the target's talent? If we can capture him alive, we only need to apply to the family for a Talent Extraction Card to obtain his talent. Then, we'll rise through the ranks, no longer be nobodies in the family, and surpassing those geniuses won't be a problem!"

Once these words were spoken, many of the Royal Clan members present showed signs of being moved. Some raised their wine glasses for a sip, some tapped their fingers lightly on the table, and some narrowed their eyes to stare at the distant battlefield. Yet, their bodies remained motionless; no one wanted to be the first to stick their neck out, preferring to let Chu Lingtian and Yin Mingchen fight it out first so they could reap the rewards.

After all, there were many people here and only one target. Whoever attacked first would suffer the most losses. It wouldn't be too late to step in and pick the fruit once the others had exhausted themselves.

"Hmph." A cold glint flashed in Chu Lingtian's eyes. Suppressing his anger, he compromised, "Regardless of who wants that bastard's talent, the priority is to capture him."

"If we keep sending people up to die one by one, the time wasted will be enough for others to arrive, and then the number of people sharing the cake will double!"

This made sense.

The other Royal Clan members exchanged glances and finally stopped hesitating. They pulled up their panels and, through their contract permissions, issued a highest-priority order to all Grandmaster Players standing by on the beach.

[All units attack. Target: Wang Xuan. At any cost, heavily injure or subdue.]