The two stood facing each other. Though their builds and appearances differed, at that moment they seemed like reflections in a mirror, alike to the utmost.
What resembled each other was their momentum, and that trace of spiritual intent.
Gu Chan's ever-composed expression abruptly shattered, revealing shock and an unprecedented loss of composure.
"Is this your Visualization Method?"
She moved, and Lian Youming moved too, their steps and breathing in unison. Even their spiritual intent seemed linked, merging them into one.
"Not entirely."
Lian Youming's expression had grown calm, and his tone softened with it.
"It was just a flash of inspiration that came to me when I was stuck!"
He had pondered bitterly last night and worked through his ideas, yet even after exhausting every means at his disposal, he could hardly match Gu Feiyan.
If he kept forcing it, he would inevitably get caught in a dead end, wasting his mental energy for nothing.
Since that was the case, why not find another way?
That was what Lian Youming thought. Since he could not defeat Gu Feiyan, he might as well simply reflect within himself all the fighting methods and ideas of the prodigies he had encountered, and even those of others.
Previously, he had imagined these people as opponents. Now, he would turn them to his own use, strengthening himself through something approaching perfect replication before fighting again.
He would use his body as a furnace to incorporate a hundred schools.
Was that not the very purpose of Fist Challenges the World-to use others' methods to make up for his own shortcomings and attain perfection?
Everyone was unique, and each understood the principles of the fist differently. The essence of a life-and-death struggle was to test those understandings against one another, then achieve sublimation and transcendence on