A Suitable Opponent

Then came a peculiar sense of "certain hit."

He could feel that as long as he locked onto a target, that blue flame would inevitably descend upon it.

No matter how the opponent dodged, defended, or fled, they could not escape the burning of that flame.

This was not a matter of speed, nor was it a matter of technique. It was a lock at the level of rules.

Just as gravity would inevitably pull objects toward the ground, just as flames would inevitably burn upward, just as water would inevitably flow downhill. These were the rules of the universe—unbreakable and inescapable.

As long as he locked onto a target, that blue flame would inevitably strike.

It was an ability that was nearly impossible to counter.

Though he had yet to truly reach the realm of a Grandmaster, Xu Wuyi had already touched the threshold, brushing against power on the level of rules.

Finally came an even more profound realization.

He could feel that he could burn away the "order" within a target.

Everyone possessed their own order.

The circulation of blood and vitality had its order, fluctuations of the mind had their order, and the functions of the body had their order as well. This order maintained a person's normal state, allowing them to think, act, and fight.

But what if that order were burned away?

If the circulation of blood and vitality lost its pattern, if mental fluctuations fell into chaos, if bodily functions began to malfunction, what would that person become?

Xu Wuyi did not know the precise result, but he could imagine that it would be an exceptionally terrifying state.

It meant the opponent would lose all control over themselves, becoming a cripple incapable of thought, action, or battle.

And the duration of that state would