The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 120 A sudden awakening
If this cycle continues, Feng Ling will be subjected to endless suppression, and there will be no chance for him to turn the tide.
"It seems I've been lax all along!" Suddenly realizing where the problem lay, Feng Ling's entire demeanor changed.

Indeed, ever since Feng Ling entered the Jade Purity Sect, both his main body and his clones have been working tirelessly every day on matters concerning evil spirit masters.

In order to successfully complete the training mission set by his master, it is no exaggeration to say that he was even more concerned than Feng Tianjue, who was in charge!
As a result of this distraction, although his cultivation did not fall behind, his strength improved significantly more slowly than before.

If he hadn't unexpectedly obtained a legendary twelfth-tier demon, he wouldn't know how long he would have been stuck at the peak of the tenth tier before breaking through to the legendary threshold...

Breaking through to the legendary level should have been a wonderful thing, but even Feng Ling himself didn't realize that his mindset had already undergone a subtle change when he was halfway to the legendary level.

Disdain, underestimation of the enemy, arrogance...!
Although some of the sarcastic remarks were meant to provoke him, Feng Ling had to admit that he genuinely didn't take any of the powerful individuals at or below the legendary level seriously!
Since arriving in Sunset City, these drawbacks haven't surfaced because he's usually only encountered "ants" below the legendary level, but that doesn't mean they don't exist...

Feng Ling had vaguely sensed that his condition was somewhat abnormal, but he couldn't find the root cause until the appearance of the withered old man made him realize the truth!
"Whoosh...!" After exhaling a breath of stale air and adjusting his mindset, Feng Ling felt incredibly comfortable. He entered a state of ethereal clarity, and even his body, which had dodged the attack, became somewhat erratic.

"Artistic conception!?" Seeing the purple-clad man suddenly escape from his blockade, the three-meter-tall black-and-white skeleton stopped in its tracks, a hint of horror appearing in its scarlet eyes!
Transforming the demonic blade of baleful energy in his bone claws back into the form of a serpentine scepter, the withered bone general felt that the young man before him was somewhat different from before.

As a figure floated into the air, a faint breeze stirred, carrying a slight chill, probably because the Flame Dragon Fire Crystal Stone hadn't been there to suppress it for a long time.

The purple hem of her dress fluttered in the wind, and her long, jet-black hair appeared somewhat disheveled. Two figures, one large and one small, faced each other eerily from afar...

The small space has been transformed once again!

"Come on, let's finish this quickly!" As soon as the purple-robed man finished speaking, an astonishing killing intent burst forth. After being suppressed for so long, Feng Ling finally began his desperate counterattack.

"Achoo!" The massive body trembled slightly the moment it was locked onto by the killing intent, and the withered white general seemed to have the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.

What was initially a slight chill turned into a biting cold, giving him the feeling that winter had arrived prematurely...

How can physical cold compare to the chill in one's heart!

"Disrupting people's minds...!" Under the bewitching influence of the murderous aura, his brain spun as if a thousand horses were crying and tearing apart. A purple figure brandished a spear and rushed forward. Instinctively sensing the danger, the withered old man suddenly awoke in horror.

Even though he had killed countless people and committed numerous evil deeds, he still couldn't control this terrifying killing intent that was so intense it was almost tangible.

But this young man on the other side actually did it!

His withered eyes flickered; he found it hard to imagine how the other party had done it, and Feng Ling naturally wouldn't explain his past and present lives to him.

"Within thirty rounds, I will surely take your head!" As the attack drew near, the withered white general roared, meeting the fierce enemy head-on with disdain in his eyes.

She thought to herself that with her skeleton armor protecting her, she was completely unafraid of the purple-clad man's attacks.

Unfortunately, he made a wrong judgment this time!

With a deafening explosion, debris flew and vanished. From the scepter, which was torn apart by sparks, the withered white-haired man clearly sensed that his opponent's strength had increased.

Without the psychological barrier, every shot felt incredibly smooth; it was a breakthrough in mindset.

The most taboo thing in spiritual practice is being restless and arrogant; only when one's thoughts are clear and one's mind is like an ancient well can one comprehend the profound mysteries of heaven and earth. "Horizontal slash..."

"Vertical upward stroke..."

"Slide step..."

……

These were all incredibly simple spear techniques, yet in the hands of the man in purple, they achieved extraordinary results, each move producing a perfect outcome.

"Boom!" Amidst the rolling air waves, black and white flashed. The purple-clad man spat out a mouthful of blood, steadied himself, and then suddenly exerted his strength to charge forward again. His power was on another level than before, but his face was somewhat pale.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that a wad of purplish-red cloth had fallen from Feng Ling's chest with the shockwave, and scalding liquid was slowly seeping out...

This is the bloody price paid for provoking the Serpent Scepter and withstanding a blow from the White Bone General!

"Outrageous!" This insane act nearly made the trembling, panting skeleton not far away faint with rage.

The withered white general's claws trembled slightly, showing a hint of fear. However, considering that his opponent was already obviously injured from his attack, he still met the attack with shock and anger.

The explosions continued, and the thick, heavy blood seemed unusually heavy, quickly rolling down the tattered fabric of his chest, staining the ground with a thick, earthy brown.

His gun techniques were unpredictable, yet his breathing remained steady. The man engaged in the fierce battle seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to carefully sense something…

This injury wasn't due to Feng Ling being overconfident, but it's undeniable that some people have a very strong desire to attack, which leads to a relative lack of defensive awareness.

During his three years at Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain, Feng Ling practiced basic defense extensively, proving he was not a warmonger!

The best defense is a good offense!

In fact, there are many ways to defend against enemy attacks. Basic defense is only one part of it. There is also a method called spatial blockade, which is a byproduct of sliding attack!

The concept of spatial blockade is vague and seems profound and difficult to understand, but it is actually not that hard to comprehend.

Aside from masters of marksmanship, experienced gun users might all have this awareness, though not very clearly.

Every weapon has its own inherent constant length. When you swing the gun, you need to carefully sense the direction of the airflow around you to ensure that the energy can accurately lock onto the enemy's surroundings.

At the same time, another layer of new ghostly power forced out of the body is added to the tip of the spear, and during the gap in the sliding attack, the airflow is combined with it and condensed at a point on the tip of the spear.

Then, once the attack arrives, an invisible, all-around energy array will form within the attack's range, capable of temporarily imprisoning the opponent or defending oneself.

It can be described as a perfect combination of offense and defense!
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