Something was wrong.

More and more, she felt something was off!

Ye Xian suddenly began to have a headache.

After so many years of washing her hands of the business, could it be that she would have to dig into her own pockets again and spare no expense to cultivate a giant for those Mo Zhe?

She should have settled for less, not held such high expectations. If she had given Gan Jiang to him directly, she would have decisively cut off the others' hopes, and everyone could have broken off all ties. Why continue the lingering attachment?

But was this really enough?

She looked down at Ji Jue struggling to get up from the ground and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Even if she had made all the arrangements, would this damned creature really spend his life peacefully as a craftsman without any trouble?

Forget it.

Just look at this incorrigible attitude...

In the future, she would probably have even more headaches.

"Teacher, I'm ready," Ji Jue, panting, stood up straight once more.

"So stubborn?" Ye Xian's teasing tone was consistent, "I thought you'd take the chance to play dead and never move again."

"Actually... there's one more move I have in mind, but it's still just a concept. I'd like your feedback," Ji Jue, wiping away the blood from his nose, smiled shyly, "I'm just not sure if it's appropriate."

That look in his eyes...

Indeed, it was probably better to give him a few more beatings.

Without another word, Ye Xian slightly gestured with her hand, "Come on."

In that instant, a deep voice suddenly burst forth from the silent underground.

It was like the sound of distant drums.

That was... a heartbeat!

Ji Jue's pupils rapidly reddened, uncountable blood vessels emerged from the whites of his eyes, spreading from the center. A dark purple pattern appeared on his face, like a spider web.

The blood from his nose, which had stopped, began to flow again, so thick it couldn't stop.

His body temperature was rising rapidly, reaching the range of forty degrees, and there was even a tendency to go higher. His limbs took on a shocking redness, like that of overcooked prawns.

Yet beneath that crimson, layers of Spiritual Circuits were being constructed and extended, radiating throughout his body. Over forty Superior Emblems emerged from vital points and joints.

Ruins enhanced the bones, White Deer augmented the muscles, the crowd enhanced Destruction, Tian Yuan coordinated movement, Ascension maintained sanity...

From the flow of spiritual essence, the complex structure became instantly visible.

And in the next instant... Ji Jue disappeared from his original position.

He came roaring from amidst the thunder!

It was as if in a moment, he had transformed into a racing motorcycle, the rapid speed that could rival a motor vehicle appeared on his not-so-robust body.

In a split second, he crossed a distance of twenty-six meters, the wind howling.

His five fingers joined together like a knife, straight, thrusting forward!

Whether it was called a stabbing palm, a piercing hand, a Cross Fist, or the strength of an ox... from that instant of motion, one could almost discern the rudiments of many techniques, but at this moment, it was just a natural, flowing revelation.

Based on the purest mechanics, to use this strength to the greatest extent and then inflict Destruction on the enemy!

All paths of struggle begin from this.

Now, a strike as mighty as metal and iron was whooshing towards her, ruffling Professor Ye's hair, revealing the slow curve of her smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

Finally, she could take things a bit more seriously...

Boom!

The dome and the ground shook violently, countless shards of spiritual light rising like dust, expanding, then dimming and dissipating.

Yet Ji Jue's sudden thrust abruptly stopped, still seized by Professor Ye's grip just as before, grabbing his wrist, leveraging his force to twist, flip, and hurl him towards the ground.

But from mid-air, Ji Jue showed no sign of imbalance; his other hand swept across, slashing at her neck, forcing her to defend in an instant.

The moment Professor Ye released her grip, he had already propelled himself out of the collision and their combined momentum, tumbling, landing on all fours.

It looked absurd, and yet he was unsettlingly stable.

Unfortunately, he was not given another chance to attack.

This time, Professor Ye finally moved her feet, stepping forward, and in an instant, she was within arm's reach, her fingers spread and casually pressing towards his head.

A pity, she pressed on nothing.

Ji Jue, who was on the ground, suddenly rose... upside down, his hands supporting the ground, his waist and abdomen twisting as his legs swept around in a circle.

What was this? Some kind of street dance?

Professor Ye nearly laughed out loud; it was truly a messy ordeal!

Bang!

In an unrestrained kick, she found her blocking hand broken.

In terms of sheer strength, Ji Jue had now surpassed her spiritual enhancement... but what was the cost?

What was the cost?

As he rolled and leaped, Ji Jue's legs landed again, the blood trickling from his nose and mouth flinging in the wind, but he did not stop or care.

It was as if the punch that Professor Ye landed squarely on his abdomen was merely an illusion, even the spasms and convulsions in his internal organs being ignored.

He attacked fiercely again.

Traces on the ground became visible, nearly stomped into footprints, and the dull thuds continued incessantly, a barrage of punches that did not even allow breathing to interfere or interrupt, relentlessly suppressing Professor Ye's movements, non-stop.

With no pause whatsoever!

Every punch was so stable it seemed as if the force behind them never varied, and moreover, every move was in the posture of the military combat technique taught by Lu Feng, without any distortion, as standard as a textbook.

Under this torrential onslaught, if it were not Professor Ye here, but rather a target or a punching bag, it probably would have burst long ago.

Even a steel pile would be battered beyond recognition.

To have changed in the blink of an eye from a craftsman not good at close combat to a machine of Destruction!

Ye Xian really wanted to see what other surprises Ji Jue could create for her.

Unfortunately—

Continuing like this was dangerous.

Snap!

The cross punch that Ji Jue swung was deflected in an instant by Ye Xian's elbow strike, her palm hidden beneath her elbow extending from the swing, the Three Yin Fingers poking out, hitting squarely on the Ruins Emblem on Ji Jue's upper arm, instantly unraveling, shattering.

And the sweeping fingers slid down the arm, passing over the emblems of White Deer and the Crowd, causing them to dissipate without resistance, the entire Spiritual Circuit swept away.

Ji Jue's right arm could no longer be lifted, visibly swelling and hanging droopily.

Then, it was the left arm.

The moment he lost the strength in both arms, Ji Jue instinctively lifted his knee, but was restrained by the professor's pressing hand, a fluster of shock in that instant, realizing he was already... wide open.

It was over.

As this thought emerged, he heard Professor Ye take a deep breath.

Her hands returning to the centerline, clenched tight, aimed at the near Ji Jue.

And then...

It was the thoroughly refined, "Day Character Thrust Hammer"!!!

The mauling storm manifested at this moment!

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