With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

On the barren rock mountain.

Yan Rouyun looked at Zhao Yao's excited expression with a smile, and felt genuinely happy as well.

She opened her mouth and said:

"It seems that you have experienced the wonders of this weapon."

Next, I will talk about the gun's second ability.

She reached out and stroked the gun, running her hand from the hilt over Zhao Yao's grip, tracing the gleaming patterns on the gun, and then said:

"Just now, when this spear received external force, you must have noticed that a trace of your essence flowed into the spear."

The gun's second ability lies in the absorbed essence.

This gun is not a divine weapon; its power has its limits.

The power contained within, when accumulated to its maximum limit, can be released remotely using the extracted essence as a carrier of force, forming an attack no less powerful than that of a second-realm warrior or martial artist.

"Remote attack?"

Zhao Yao raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Hmm, ranged attack."

Yan Rouyun nodded in confirmation.

"It's just a weapon, yet it can provide such a significant boost to a strongman," Zhao Yao thought with awe.

He couldn't help but wonder:

"Since this weapon is so effective, why didn't the strongmen think of arming themselves before?"

"Previous weapon designs were primarily intended to assist warriors and were not suitable for strongmen."

It was after the saying "The strength of a strongman lies in his numbers and formation, in his weapons and techniques" that strongmen began to actively seek external assistance, leading to the emergence of weapons more suitable for them.

As the number of strongmen increased, weapons suitable for them also became more widespread... and these weapons gradually began to be called rare and unusual items.

Yan Rouyun offered a brief explanation.

"If I had possessed that wondrous artifact that day, would I have been able to defeat you?"

Zhao Yao was curious.

Upon hearing this, Yan Rouyun paused for a moment, but still answered honestly:

"...I don't know either."

However, I suspect the outcome will likely be the same.

The addition of this long spear only makes it harder for the young master to kill.

I'll probably end up using 'Dream Summoning Dragon' to take action in a dream."

"That's true."

Zhao Yao nodded, then added self-deprecatingly:

"It seems that killing two martial artists in succession has made me a little complacent."

Huo Xiaotian and Song Angran, one had just fought against five Black Iron Warriors, and the other was not very clear-headed, so neither of them had used martial arts much.

In addition, I possess extraordinary skills, and this Ascension Pool water also provides assistance…”

"Why should you be so self-deprecating, my lord?"

"Does the young master feel hesitant to take credit because he didn't witness them using martial arts?"

Yan Rouyun looked at Zhao Yao and suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

She continued:

"I just heard your explanation of the battle with these two men. As a martial artist myself, I may be able to tell you about their mindset and thoughts at the time."

My lord, you should know that it is not that the two of them did not use their martial arts, but rather that they were unable to fully utilize their skills in the face of your extraordinary techniques. They were willing but unable to do so.

Once that "divine sense" technique lands, unless you first expend a lot of physical strength to break through it, you can only rely on demonic transformation and other techniques to fight back and exchange blows.

Who could have imagined that even the correct strategy of "exchanging one's own trick for another's trick" would only prolong the time before defeat?

Strong is strong, and weak is weak.

The young master has his own strengths; using strength to overcome weakness and playing to one's strengths while avoiding one's weaknesses is the right path.

When fighting with others, one must never fall into the fallacy of "seeing the opponent's martial arts skills."

After listening to her words, Zhao Yaojing felt they made sense, and with a solemn expression, she bowed to her.

"This makes sense; he can be my teacher."

Zhao Yao has learned a lot.

Yan Rouyun blushed slightly, nodded, and accepted the greeting with composure.

Zhao Yao straightened up and saw her beautiful flushed cheeks. His heart fluttered, and he reached out aggressively to put his arm around her waist and pull her into his embrace.

He pressed his forehead against Yan Rouyun's, their noses touching, his eyes smiling, his voice gentle, and he whispered ambiguously:

"Please, Master Yan, teach me, what are my strengths?"

When he suddenly made that move, Yan Rouyun felt hot all over and her heart raced.

She reached out and cupped Zhao Yao's face in her hands, gazing tenderly into his eyes. Biting her lip, she responded in a low yet incredibly bold voice:

"You, bullying the teacher, how dare you!"

hiss~

"What a fine woman!" Zhao Yao took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, released his arms from her waist, took a step back, regained his composure, and continued to ask:

"Although I have never seen the martial arts skills of these two, I have witnessed Yun'er's."

If Yun'er were to fight these two, who would win and who would lose?

Yan Rouyun gazed at him with unblinking, tender eyes. Seeing him release his grip, step back, and ask a question, she quickly stepped forward, pressed her body against his, hugged his lower back, and leaned forward to answer in a soft voice:

"I am the victor."

Zhao Yao couldn't bear to push away Yan Rouyun, who had taken the initiative to embrace him. He let her hold him close, feeling the curves of their bodies pressed together. He exhaled a warm breath, as the saying goes:

"Hmm~ So that's how it is. Please, Master Yan, explain in detail."

"Then, I'll explain it slowly, very slowly."

Yan Rouyun smiled, her eyes crinkling, and leaned close to Zhao Yao's chin, saying something teasingly before continuing:

"That Huo Xiaotian is the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold. He is famous for a strange technique called 'Tiger Dead, Bone Standing' that can bring the dead back to life."

Ah~ This strange technique is indeed miraculous, but for some reason, it has become so widely known that it has made it quite inconvenient to use.

This person is a martial artist in the second realm of Zhengwu.

That junior official from the Guiding Office named Song Angran was also a martial artist at the second level.

Although they are a level higher than me, their martial arts skills are far inferior to mine.

I have a Rejuvenation Pill, and with the effects of the pill, I can unleash four moves that integrate the power of my entire body. No matter which move I use, they cannot withstand it.

My lord, what makes you think that I, a mere first-level martial artist, have the right to pursue a second-level "mad protector"?

Besides possessing the power of dragon blood, he relies even more heavily on his martial arts skills.

After hearing this, Zhao Yao calmed down.

After listening to Yan Rouyun's words, he recalled the exaggerated way she appeared with a dragon-shaped aura after performing a set of punches, and how she could take a step that covered 500 meters. He then re-corrected his understanding of martial artists and placed her in a separate category.

This is the highest realm of the heavens!

She is only at the first level of martial arts!

This performance is definitely not what a normal martial artist should be capable of.

As Zhao Yao gently stroked Yan Rouyun's back, he realized that he had underestimated her and, correspondingly, overestimated ordinary martial artists.

She is exceptionally strong; she can chase down a True Martial Realm cultivator while only at the Remnant Martial Realm. She cannot be used as a standard to measure other martial artists.

"Yun'er can overcome opponents by relying on her martial arts skills. Indeed, becoming a martial artist is the right path!"

Unfortunately, I cannot learn martial arts in a short time.

Zhao Yao rested his chin on Yan Rouyun's hair, feeling regretful, but then he thought of the great frontier of overseas pioneering and the benefits of everyone being able to learn martial arts.

"Martial artists are nothing special, they're just stronger."

"If you wish to become stronger, my lord, I have a way, my lord... Hmm? I suddenly remembered something forbidden!"

Yan Rouyun pulled away from Zhao Yao's embrace and looked at him with a very serious expression.