What was Tang Ling? Even if Tang Ling did not mind explaining, the monster would never have understood.
However, it seemed like the monster might have mistaken Tang Ling’s transformation.
Would Tang Ling explain it? Never!
Tang Ling did not respond to the monster’s question as he swung his Blood Bulrush Sword and thrust towards the monster.
Clank!
After transforming, the white-robed monster’s reflexes were quick and he was able to easily block the attack even though Tang Ling attacked him first.
His appendage was extremely hard. It was much harder than the black-robed figures, so all the Blood Bulrush Sword did was ignite some sparks. It did not leave any cut or marks on the monster’s body.
It was not because of the Blood Bulrush Sword’s own ability. Instead, even if Tang Ling had maintained his prime form, he would still not be able to utilize the knife to its full potential after he transformed.
Tang Ling was not a Purple Moon Warrior, so he did not have any obvious talent abilities yet. At the same time, the Blood Bulrush Sword in his hand was just a weapon that was harder than Grade A alloy.
The other unfortunate thing was that the Blood Bulrush Sword had just been repaired and had yet to grow, hence it was just a short knife, which also limited Tang Ling from bringing out its full potential.
After all, a short knife could not slash properly.
After a short clash, the two of them split up and took a step back respectively. With that strike alone, Tang Ling’s Precise Instinct calculated that after the monster in white transformed, the latter’s general strength was stronger than his own even after his transformation.
Strength-wise, the white-robed monster was around a tenth stronger than Tang Ling. As for speed and reflexes, the monster was just slightly stronger, so Precise Instinct could easily compensate for the gap.
The extreme challenge aroused Tang Ling’s excitement. He shook his wrist and raised the knife again, thrusting it towards the white-robed monster.
This time around, the two of them did not hold back anymore as they fought with everything they had.
As they exchanged attacks, the clanks produced from the clashes between the knife and the appendages were endless.
Tang Ling was actually weaker than the white-robed monster in terms of offensive attacks since he only had a short knife while the latter had six appendages, which equated to him wielding six sharp and tenacious swords.
However, this disadvantageous situation was what Tang Ling sought after. While he was pressured by his opponent’s powerful attacks and intimidating pressure, he wanted to search for that state in which he could perfectly dodge with the slightest movements or by controlling his bones and muscles subtly.
The battle was undoubtedly dangerous, but he did not face it with the utmost cautious. Instead, he treated it as a way to temper himself.
Therefore, the idle Fat Finn was treated to an astonishing scene.
As the attacks continued, the appendages had gotten so fast that the movements were blurry and Tang Ling was facing the monster head-on.
The frequency of his attack using the knife was a lot more sporadic than the white-robed monster using the appendages. His body barely even moved. There were only minimal large movements from time to time, yet he was able to dodge all the lethal attacks from the monster in the nick of time.
Fat Finn was not great in battle, but his eyes were sharp! The scene instantly reminded him of the state that even a Purple Moon Warrior sought—microsenses!
He widened his eyes and started to wonder who his mysterious partner was. What kind of celestial being was Tang Ling was to have achieved the microsensing state before becoming a Purple Moon Warrior?
According to Fat Finn’s knowledge, it was possible but the freaks that could really do it were not known by the public or even the powerful factions of the world. They remained behind the veil of mystery, and it was just a coincidence that he knew about them.
Was Tang Ling one of those few freaks? No, he definitely was not!
Fat Finn started to feel confused. Had the outside world reached an era that he no longer recognized? Was the state of microsensing something that those so-called geniuses could simply achieve?
Fat Finn paid close attention to Tang Ling and soon noticed that Tang Ling’s method might be similar to microsensing. Even his body movements looked smooth like water, but it was not the real state of microsensing! Tang Ling’s movements remained intentional and did not feel natural like the state of microsensing! This intention would be the biggest obstacle for Tang Ling to reach the real state of microsensing!
In the real state of microsensing, the body movements would be as fluid as water and would naturally adapt to the changes in the surroundings, changing according to the situation.
Intentional dodging would slow down the nature of the movements because it could not reach the essence of change to change.
If Fat Finn had spoken his mind out in front of the knowledgeable Boss Huang, Boss Huang would have been surprised to understand that the seemingly useless Fat Finn was this knowledgeable.
However, in his current state, Fat Finn could not guide Tang Ling in the battle. Moreover, he had his own concerns and could not expose his knowledgeable side.
Tang Ling did not know what was going through Fat Finn’s mind, but after he used this state against the white-robed monster for less than a minute, he started to feel strenuous.
His control over his body was extremely demanding! There should be a better way to do this. What was the problem?
The night plunged further into chaos, and it spread across many more places in the city. The innocent citizens were finally startled by the commotion.
Many places had been set ablaze. What had happened? Amidst the blazing light, there were explosions and the noise of fighting as buildings started to collapse and people screamed in fear! What had happened?
Some people could no longer stay put since their own houses were no longer safe! Citizens started to flood the street while more and more people gathered outside the front yard.
Of course, Tang Ling had no idea what happened. It felt like the Dream Domain had adjusted the difficulty because of him. As a result, the moment he stepped into this dream, every underlying danger happened all at once.
Tang Ling knew his time was running out! He could not afford to be tangled with his enemy any longer because his transformation could only last for 5 minutes. In order to make it through the 24-hour survival period, neither could he use all 5 minutes in this fight nor could he afford to fall into a weakened state.
It had only been less than a minute since he fought the white-robed monster and Tang Ling had vaguely sensed the distance from achieving that magical state. The key was not about the control over his body. It was the usage of his Precise Instinct!
Tang Ling was very sensitive towards a battle and his battle consciousness had shocked many powerhouses before. He understood that before he became a Purple Moon Warrior, he could no longer reach new heights with the poor control over his body.
The correct way to achieve the magical state should be through prediction and dodging accordingly.
With his current body reflexes, it was impossible for him to avoid attacks accordingly because only a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior could shatter the shackles of the speed of the human body. Tang Ling could not do it, thus he could not achieve the speed requirements. All he could do was control it intentionally.
In the end, the key had always been Precise Instinct!
Precise Instinct! What exactly was it? Was Precise Instinct its real name?
Or was it just a bland control over his body? An ability to see through the truth to get the facts and then use the facts to come up with all kinds of countermeasures?
If Precise Instinct was just that, its real form should have two different directions.
One of them would be the external direction by coming up with a conclusion through observation and analysis, then using the conclusion to rectify the facts and using those facts to come up with corresponding countermeasures.
The other direction would be an internal one, controlling every cell in his body through observation and analysis.
The true form of Precise Instinct must be the combination of these two! If he wanted to achieve this fused state, he must use Precise Instinct on himself. It was the only correct way to do this.
Unfortunately, using Precise Instinct on himself had always been his shortcoming because his judgment of his own body was not as sound as his judgment of the external world.
However, Boss Huang had taught him the spirit visualization method, so…
20 more seconds!
Time was running out. Tang Ling did not have the luxury to discern his own thoughts. He must put his thoughts into action as soon as possible.
Even though it was just another 20 seconds, he believed he could make it work. At least, he could verify his own thoughts.
He did not know what Fat Finn was thinking about, and likewise, Fat Finn could not tell what he was thinking about either.
Fat Finn had no idea that in that battle that lasted for less than a minute, Tang Ling had realized the correct way to achieve microsensing, and on top of that, he used his own talent to come up with his own method to reach the state of microsensing.
One thing worth noting was that Tang Ling had only been through two battles ever since he realized the existence of microsensing!
What a genius! Even if Fat Finn was knowledgeable, even more so than some powerhouses from notable factions, he would still have been astonished by Tang Ling.
However, Tang Ling had always been a practical person, so the astonishment and praise from others were useless to him.
As the thought came into his mind, he made his move.
He used spirit visualization on his own self!
It was a very magical experience. Even though he had yet to achieve the state to observe every cell in his body, he still felt it! He felt every bone that moved and every muscle that trembled during the battle, and he had to use his Precise Instinct to control them precisely!
Tang Ling was doing it! However, it was easier said than done because he was splitting his attention. He used the spirit visualization method on both himself and the enemy!
The high usage of spirit visualization increased the burden on his mind, but was it really impossible?
Tang Ling’s eyes gleamed in clarity. If there were other powerhouses around, they would have known that it was a sign that his spirit was erupting.
It was just a double prediction of his enemy’s attack and his own dodging. After the prediction, he controlled his body precisely to execute the movements and it lessened his consumption, thus forming a natural flow.
In Fat Finn’s eyes, Tang Ling’s movements suddenly slowed down.
Was Tang Ling reaching his limits? Fat Finn whistled as a signal that they had agreed upon before all this, but Tang Ling did not answer him.
Tang Ling felt that he was finally touching that piece of paper that was blocking his way.
If he lacked speed, he ought to use his Precise Instinct to control his movements to compensate for his shortcomings.
Fat Finn was whistling nervously, but when he saw Tang Ling’s movements, he was shocked and his whistling went silent.
What the…? Why does his dodging suddenly feel so fluid? Is he going into…microsensing?
