My Bottle Cosmos

"Huh?"

Nokron suddenly looked across.

Originally focusing on deducing the Crystal Wall Race, he used his opponent as a human target for experimentation, but unexpectedly, there appeared a targeted racial restraint and resistance.

"Starting to possess the power of resistance?" Li Qing's consciousness slightly came back to reality, finally paying attention to the situation at hand, casting a glance at the opponent.

Atabia?

No.

It's Minis.

The Emperor's tricks are indeed many; in every desperate situation, he has artistic moves, attempting to win the strong with the weak.

"Hypnotizing Minis, stimulating his potential? Well, that's beneficial too."

Li Qing thought calmly, "The stronger they become by opening the Gate of Truth and harmonizing with all living beings, the stronger I become by synchronizing with their perspective, growing stronger when encountering strength."

With this in mind, Nokron directly evolved a civilization tribe in his hand, punched out, and the Celestial Dao's body instantly crumbled again.

"Let me show you what real technique is!"

As the words, seemingly divine and demonic, fell, a terrifying power bombarded the opponent again, perfectly dismantling the martial arts defensive technique just created by Atabia.

In an instant, Atabia's eyes widened.

"What happened??"

"How's that possible!" Atabia couldn't believe his eyes, staring blankly at the scene, "That was my proud masterpiece!"

"The martial arts I've researched, all the code and structure are encrypted."

"He cracked my structure in an instant and continued creating martial arts to break through this race's defense?"

He had no idea.

No matter how confidential or sophisticated what he studied was, it was transparent in front of someone.

All top-secret information was seen clearly, naturally allowing targeted research and cracking.

It's like playing cards.

No matter how confidential your hand is, it can be secretly seen through a camera, how could playing open cards possibly lose?

These martial arts are inherently about targeted cracking; once your specific move principles are known, they are useless.

"How did you do it?" Atabia couldn't help but ask.

"Time is knowledge, and the years are techniques. When you live long enough, many martial arts, techniques, and strengths become without flaws."

Nokron, with his bright black hair, stood quietly in the void, his incredibly handsome and perfect face smiling, "Because it's simple, it's a one-glance penetration, isn't it?"

His palm stretched open, supporting a civilization, with tribal evolution and life alternation within, seemingly ready to transform into a punch and unleash a world-shaking strike at any time.

"Knowledge accumulation through time can see through most martial arts?" Atabia murmured, "Is my race so easy to see through? I always thought I was unique, how can other people's garbage races compare to mine?"

"What you lack might just be time."

Nokron said, "My techniques are beyond your comprehension."

As a mortal, Nokron's energy level was completely inferior to the Celestial Dao before him,

yet the Celestial Dao's power soared, seemingly endlessly, quickly breaking through every limit.

Nevertheless, he had now become a true Martial Arts Emperor, using techniques to defeat the strong while being weak.

"I don't believe you can see through every time!!" Atabia exerted himself suddenly, rapidly deducing new martial arts.

The battle between them continued unceasingly.

Various new martial arts techniques began to collide.

Unfortunately, his opponent Nokron finally demonstrated a nearly unbelievable realm of technique.

All the trump cards and martial arts were seen through in an instant, leaving this Martial Path Emperor unharmed from beginning to end.

Though he was just a tiny mortal, he exuded an overwhelming aura, imposing such a strong pressure that even the truly terrifying Celestial Dao felt a fatal threat.

Boom, boom, boom!

Once, twice, three times...

Many martial arts started endlessly creating, and new moves were continuously explored.

"How is this happening??"

"How could this be!!!"

Atabia furiously scratched his messy hair, almost a bird's nest, "Could it be that his martial realm and long life truly reached an inconceivable level? It's like he's a worm in my gut, his mastery of the Creation Technique is so extraordinary!"

"Our gap with him is not talent; it's time?"

Everyone began to realize this.

Indeed.

Time allowed the heritage of every race to accumulate; witnessing too much, and upon seeing similar races, they knew how to crack them.

If so, simply comparing techniques was meaningless.

"A truly terrifying monster, we can only suppress him with sheer force." Atabia's eyes sparkled wildly, "I must research an existence big enough, fast enough, and fierce enough, go all in!"

"A giant?" said the Emperor.

"Yes, a giant!"

The Emperor nodded, a flash of madness in his eyes, "Then go all in."

"Excellent, very good! It's a pity time is too short, not allowing me plenty of time....." Atabia seemed to revert back to the earliest times, deducing constants based on the original Atabia giant system, and said, "Energy, food, are these sufficient?"

"Don't worry, we have enough reserves in the subspace!"

"Then it's not a problem."

As his voice fell, a bloody racial ability was swiftly devoured.

"The physical body is now protected by the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill, no need to worry about defense, just the giant body outside boasting a tremendous energy level."

"Pure strength, speed, explosion."

"Overwhelming all techniques with a single force!"

Billowing white vapor gradually emanated from Zhu Qi's flesh, wrapping the body like layers of muscle vines.

The next moment, all muscles began to swell violently, crackling like ignited explosives, carrying a majestic sense of beauty.

He started to grow taller and larger, one hundred meters, two hundred meters...

Eventually, he transformed into a giant five hundred meters tall.

Boom, boom, boom, he instantly transformed into an enormous green Tree-man, with vines twisting into strands of muscle, wriggling, growing, transforming into streamlined muscle tissue, giving a spine-chilling feel.

This giant's body wasn't rare, but in front of him, it gave an illusion of super concentration, incomparably colossal.

"The energy gathered by the Celestial Dao is ultimately too vast."

"This body in front of you can completely carry the aggregation of all power; your current energy level is already more than one hundred twenty times that of this mortal Nokron."

"Like the difference between a human and a beetle."

"No matter how strong he is, he's just a mortal who hasn't reached divinity; this is our only advantage."

"But remember one thing, you only have one day!"

"Because this will severely consume your Gate of Truth's speed; when the Gate of Truth closes, it's your moment of death."

Voices echoed within his body.

"So, I only have a day's lifespan?" Zhu Qi sneered coldly, sitting on the cockpit on the skull, looking out of the window frame in the eye sockets, laughing heartily, "I can finally shake you off and fight with my own strength. What nonsense techniques, pure martial strength is the true king!"

Saying this, he looked at Nokron in front of him, a monstrous aura suddenly spread, frantically squeezing all his power, bombarding the opponent.

"Die for me."