High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

On the stage, Milo suddenly stopped attacking.

He retreated ten meters to the edge of the stage. His crimson pupils locked onto Xu Wuyi as a low growl rumbled from his throat.

The growl carried an ancient and imposing quality.

The next moment, the air behind Milo began to distort.

A massive Celestial Wolf Illusion slowly materialized.

The illusion was five meters tall and entirely silver-white, its fur like steel needles. Its four paws trod on ethereal blue flames, and its crimson pupils, like two blood moons, looked down upon the stage.

The moment the Celestial Wolf Illusion appeared, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire stage.

It was not a physical pressure, but a spiritual oppression.

It was as if an ancient beast had awakened from its slumber and was casting a cold glance across endless time and space.

Xu Wuyi’s expression changed slightly.

He could feel his Mountain Peak Great Sun Realm starting to waver under this pressure.

It was a Mental Suppression from a higher level.

The Mental Realm of the Werewolf Race involves empowering oneself with the power of the Celestial Wolf.

And as a Divine Son, the Celestial Wolf Illusion Milo summoned was even more powerful.

”ROAR—!”

Milo threw his head back and let out a long howl.

The Celestial Wolf Illusion behind him tilted its head back at the same time, letting out a silent roar.

A visible ripple of dark red energy spread out from Milo. Everywhere it passed, the stage floor cracked inch by inch.

Xu Wuyi felt an immense force crash into him, sending him sliding back uncontrollably for seven or eight meters before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

He looked up at Milo, his gaze grave.

At this moment, Milo’s aura had surged by at least thirty percent.

Faint silver patterns had appeared on his dark gold fur, and the dark gold patterns within his crimson pupils had become even clearer.

The most terrifying part was the oppressive aura coiling around him, as if a Celestial Wolf had truly possessed him.

”So this is the Divine Son’s true power...” Luo Cheng murmured in the monitoring hall.

On the stage, Milo moved.

His speed was even faster than before. He became a dark gold afterimage, crossing over ten meters in an instant to appear before Xu Wuyi.

A claw swiped down.

Xu Wuyi raised his spear to block.

CLANG—!

The sound of metal on metal exploded, several times louder than before.

Xu Wuyi felt an irresistible force slam into him. Like he’d been struck by a battering ram, he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the Energy Shield at the edge of the stage.

The shield flickered violently, on the verge of shattering.

A sweet taste rose in Xu Wuyi’s throat. He swallowed the mouthful of blood that had welled up.

He looked down at his right hand. The web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood was flowing down the spear’s shaft.

’The gap is too big.’

Under the enhancement of the Celestial Wolf Illusion, Milo’s strength, speed, and defense had all risen to another level.

The most crucial part was the spiritual pressure, which slowed Xu Wuyi’s reactions by half a beat.

This was the true combat power of a Divine Son. Even if this state couldn’t be maintained for long, the damage it could inflict was astonishing.

Milo gave Xu Wuyi no chance to breathe, lunging at him again.

A curtain of claw shadows enveloped all of Xu Wuyi’s vital points.

Xu Wuyi gritted his teeth and pushed his Instant Shadow Step to its limits, dodging and weaving in the small space while constantly blocking with his long spear.

But every collision made his arms go numb and his Qi and Blood churn.

After thirty exchanges, Xu Wuyi had suffered more than a dozen wounds. None were fatal, but they bled ceaselessly.

What shocked him most was that the corrosive effect of his Undying Flame had been drastically weakened after the Celestial Wolf Illusion appeared.

The dark gold flames clinging to Milo, which had been slowly spreading, were now suppressed by an invisible force. They could only burn in a small area around the wounds, unable to spread further.

’Is this... a suppression of rules?’ the thought flashed through Xu Wuyi’s mind.

The Celestial Wolf Illusion represented the power of the Werewolf Race’s Divine Beings.

That was a rule from a higher dimension. Although his Undying Flame was special, it was ultimately born from Xu Wuyi’s own Mental Realm and was being suppressed on a hierarchical level.

It was like a small flame facing a gale; just remaining alight was its limit, and spreading was nearly impossible.

This was completely different from the heritage of the Human Race. Even a Grandmaster’s Disciple among the Federation Martial Artists would only learn their master’s Martial Arts, not directly inherit their power.

The Divine Son of the Werewolf Race, however, could directly borrow a portion of a Divine Being’s power to enhance their own combat strength.

Of course, there were pros and cons to everything. While this borrowing increased combat power, it also suppressed one’s own upper limits.

This form of borrowing was even more extreme than imitation. Until the Divine Being died, the Divine Son would likely never be able to surpass the Divine Being itself.

But the future was not something Xu Wuyi could consider right now. He first had to face the immediate crisis.

’This is trouble...’ Xu Wuyi took a deep breath, his mind racing.

A direct confrontation was out of the question. With the enhancement from the Celestial Wolf Illusion, Milo’s strength had already surpassed the scope of Level 35.

He had to find a way to destroy that illusion.

’But how?’

Xu Wuyi tried to focus his mind and attack Milo with the Spirit Shock from his Shocking God Spear.

A Spiritual Cold Radiance erupted from the tip of his spear.

This time, however, Milo only swayed slightly before recovering. A trace of mockery flashed in his crimson pupils, as if laughing at Xu Wuyi’s futile effort.

Under the protection of the Celestial Wolf Illusion, Milo’s spiritual resistance was astonishingly high.

’What do I do?’

Xu Wuyi fought as he retreated, accumulating more and more wounds.

In the monitoring hall, the atmosphere was heavy.

”The Celestial Wolf Illusion... It really appeared.” Luo Cheng sighed. ”The previous few test subjects all lost to this move.”

”It’s already impressive that Xu Wuyi has lasted this long.”

”Should we stop the test? If this continues, he could be seriously injured...”

Luo Cheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. ”Let’s wait a little longer.”

He stared at Xu Wuyi on the screen.

The young man’s eyes showed no signs of giving up.

On the stage, Xu Wuyi was sent flying once again.

He dropped to one knee, supporting himself with his long spear as he gasped for breath.

Blood trickled down from the corner of his forehead, blurring his vision.

Milo slowly approached, the Celestial Wolf Illusion behind him exuding a suffocating pressure.

’Am I going to lose?’

Xu Wuyi closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the image of the Celestial Bird Bathing in Fire Painting appeared in his mind.

In the flames, the Divine Bird spread its wings, its gaze serene.

’What is fire?’

He had been pondering this question for days.

’Destruction? Rebirth? Purification? Warmth?’

None of them.

Or rather, not entirely.

The feeling that painting gave him was something more fundamental...

”The essence of fire... is to burn.”

He recalled what Flame Venerable had once said. The statement itself held no profound meaning; it simply stated a fact.

Physically, fire is simply combustion—the phenomenon of molecules, when heated, moving at high speeds and thus emitting light. This was something Xu Wuyi had learned clearly from his textbooks.

Why was it said that Martial Artists must be educated?

It was because when a Martial Artist began to explore the essence of the world, they could not rely on baseless speculation, but had to focus on the reality of the world.

Therefore, fire is motion.