The King of Black Fog

Bull Horn Spiral Force, not only involved penetration but also a spiral, yet it only took half a day to get a taste of penetration, and Li Changzhou was very pleased.

Happy as he was, the penetration power he felt was still insufficient, like a seed in the soil, yet to sprout; he must continue to practice.

He invigorated his spirit and trained even harder.

Li Qianxia was practicing the basic moves of the spear on the side, her pretty and fair face quickly covered with sweat.

The next day, Sunday.

"Brother, let's go!" Li Qianxia entered the courtyard with Yang Qinglan behind her.

The two had slept together the previous night, claiming it was just to look out for each other, but it was mainly the young girl's love for fun.

Upon waking, they went out to eat small wontons together, enjoying each bite-sized wonton with a spoon.

A spoonful of wonton, a bit of shrimp, and some broth—both fresh and delicious!

Li Qianxia, swinging her ponytail, saw Li Changzhou doing a handstand in the courtyard.

She turned to Yang Qinglan and said, "Is he showing off, knowing we were coming?"

This time, Yang Qinglan didn't join in the teasing; her slender fingers to her lips, she made a motion to silence.

Li Qianxia looked at her quizzically, and Yang Qinglan gestured toward the handstanding Li Changzhou.

Li Qianxia turned her eyes back, took a serious look, and noticed her brother seemed different, not quite as if he were showing off, but with her meager 2 point Perception, she couldn't discern much.

Li Changzhou was standing on his left hand, his arm straight as a spear.

This morning, in preparation for the day's activities, he conducted only simple training, then warmed up while waiting for the two university students to arrive.

The warm-up exercise was a handstand, still supported by both hands spread wide, gripping the ground as his feet slowly lifted and straightened effortlessly.

Once his body was erect, he withdrew his right hand and supported his entire body with the less adept left hand's fingers.

The full weight of his body pressing down on his fingers, they tensed delightfully from the stimulation.

Holding the handstand, Li Changzhou pondered the Bull Horn Spiral Force. He had been mulling over the Bull Horn Spiral Force for a while when he suddenly had a new understanding and perspective on his current posture.

The so-called 'Bull Horn', similar to a handstand? All the strength and gravity concentrating at one point?

No, that wasn't it.

Li Changzhou withdrew his thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and pinky, balancing his body on the index finger—this was the true concentration of force at one point.

He closed his eyes and imagined himself as a bull horn, aiming to penetrate the ground, to penetrate the Earth.

On the battlefield, entering "Concentration" required luck, but during practice, one could attempt it repeatedly.

Then, he entered "Concentration."

With 8 points of Intelligence, he wholly focused on feeling and remembering the sensation of the moment.

Yang Qinglan recognized his current state and had thus silenced Li Qianxia.

In the quiet courtyard, only the occasional breeze passing through, rustling the apricot leaves, could be heard.

With his left arm slightly bent, Li Changzhou's body slowly descended, his nose nearly touching the ground.

He felt as if all the strength in his body turned into a flow of water running through his fasciae, focusing toward his fingertip, as if he were truly burrowing into the ground.

(The lake there is always clear, the air filled with tranquility♪~)

Li Qianxia quickly reached for her phone.

By now, Li Changzhou had opened his eyes; depending on the timing of entering "Concentration," external influences could vary.

If he entered "Concentration" on the battlefield, the clamor of charging, gunfire, and screams would only make him more focused, and the absence of these sounds would actually disrupt his focus.

At this moment, "Concentration" must not be disturbed by any noise other than the rustling of leaves, or it would fail completely.

"Brother," Li Qianxia said with a somewhat ingratiating smile, "Zheng Qing came to rush us. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Li Changzhou didn't speak, firmly grasping the tail end of the sensation he had just felt.

He folded up his stance and moved in front of the sand shield target, his speed exploded, and he jabbed out a finger.

In that instant, his whole body was like a drawn bow, tensely strung, all his strength focused in his finger, launching it like an arrow.

The extremely penetrative force pierced through the sand shield target, and a sound "puff" was heard as a hole the width of two fingers burst open behind it.

"One Yang Finger!" Li Qianxia exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Wrong, it's the Six Meridian Divine Sword," Li Changzhou withdrew his finger.

Turning his head to see Li Qianxia's eager eyes, he smiled and said, "Want to learn, huh? I'll teach you."

Li Qianxia then showed a 'could you not fart while eating' look of disgust and disdain.

"Want to teach me, huh? Beg me," she said.

"I beg you, let me teach you."

Li Qianxia sighed reluctantly, "Just this once."

"You two, it's time to go," Yang Qinglan said from the side.

Li Changzhou quickly changed clothes and placed an order on a website to reorder the sand shield target.

He still had two other shields, one filled with gravel, the other with steel scraps and iron sand, but it wasn't time to use those yet. He had bought them only as a future consideration.

The trio took a taxi to Ming Lake.

On the way, Li Qianxia became the sister most clingy to her brother, wrapping her arms around Li Changzhou's arm, cooing 'Bro~ther~' and asking about the manual for the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Her annoyingly cloying tone of speech... if she weren't Li Changzhou's real sister, he would have punched her long ago, making her truly whine in pain on the ground.

"Is it an improvement in game combo moves?" With the driver present, Yang Qinglan referred to the Great Strength Bull Fist with 'game combo moves'.

"Mmm," Li Changzhou nodded.

"You're quite smart," Yang Qinglan laughed.

"Yeah, one in ten thousand martial arts genius," Li Changzhou sighed as if he was talking about someone else.

"The world is yours," Yang Qinglan said more impressively, in the tone of a person who had relinquished the throne of The World's Number One.

"Bro~ther~!" Li Qianxia was still shaking Li Changzhou's arm.

"Wait," Li Changzhou said resignedly, "Wait until I've mastered it myself before I teach you. Right now I'm only half-baked, pretty hit or miss, can't use it in the game, how can I teach you?"

"Hit or miss? It really is the Six Meridian Divine Sword!" Li Qianxia grew even more excited.

The driver glanced at the three from the rearview mirror, thinking that today's youth were beyond saving, obsessed with gaming to this extent. No wonder the country had to limit gaming time.

They got off at Ming Lake, crossed a spacious intersection, and arrived at Ming City Technology Plaza.

The office building sold itself on the point of 'tired from work, stand up and overlook Ming Lake,' which significantly raised the rent.

The surroundings were indeed pleasant, but the trio were not there for leisure.

Ming City Technology Plaza had two buildings, Building A and Building B, connected by a sealed glass skybridge, not only facilitating passage but also offering a prime spot for appreciating Ming Lake.

According to Zheng Qing's information, over a thousand people in the office building were all gathered in Building A.

The traffic lights nearby were stuck on red, and the area was completely under martial law.

The trio showed their IDs, crossed into the restricted area, and halfway there, Li Changzhou looked up, the sky was overcast, suggesting rain was imminent after a half-month of heat in Ming City.