Chen Jia smiled. "Exactly. What you saw was an illusion-a 'presence' born when a combat method reaches perfection."
"What can this 'presence' do?" Li Xiuwen's interest was piqued, and he asked humbly.
"Not much, really. It can slightly affect an enemy's mind and bolster your own momentum. In a fight, it adds a bit of spectacle, like shouting your moves. It's mostly for intimidation."
"I see. Thank you for explaining, Brother Chen." Li Xiuwen looked thoughtful.
Ultimately, this "presence" was not something that truly existed in the physical world.
Little Loudspeaker, Longlegs Seven, and the others were also nowhere near powerful enough to alter or interfere with reality.
This "presence" was merely a slight illusion produced when some kind of mental force intertwined with a person's mind.
Its effects were also practically nonexistent. It could not even influence ordinary people.
Chen Jia sighed. "We're still too weak and know too little about 'presence.' From what Senior Brother Thunder Boy said, it becomes more and more important as you advance. Some powerful fighters don't even need to lift a finger. Simply unleashing their 'presence' is enough to suppress attacking enemies. But that realm is too far beyond us. We have no hope of reaching it in this lifetime."
"Understood."
Chen Jia said casually, "Senior Brother said the power of 'presence' depends partly on the power of the combat method,
"and partly on martial will and the power of the mind. But those things are too intangible and elusive to cultivate easily."
The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.
Something stirred inside Li Xiuwen. I can cultivate those... Heart Furnace Three Forgings!
The value of that mad old man from the Thousand Buddha Flow in Qizhou Prefecture kept rising!
He looked toward the Incense Burner.
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