Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1108: Incomprehensible Combat Logic

Chapter 1108: Chapter 1108: Incomprehensible Combat Logic

Yan Xiaomo is a genuine eighth level assassin of transcendence, particularly sensitive to all kinds of spiritual presences.

The divine sense released by Master Sumiao is extremely subtle and abstruse, ordinarily transcendents of intermediate level wouldn’t notice it if they were not paying attention.

But in an instant, all the hairs on Yan Xiaomo’s body stood on end, feeling a great sense of impending danger overwhelming him. He had the feeling that in the next moment, he could very well perish.

Although he was an assassin, he had no desire to die at all. The reason why he hoarded wealth like mad was to ultimately achieve financial freedom, wasn’t it?

He had already planned it out: after another five years in the business, he would retire and find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, to return to a normal life. Then, he would use fifty to a hundred years to strive for the formation of his Golden Core.

He knew very well that if he kept being an assassin, he was bound to fall to someone sooner or later, without even the chance to try forming a Golden Core.

Like today’s situation, which was already quite dangerous. In his wildest dreams, he had not anticipated that within those three simple straw huts, there would be hiding a powerhouse of at least half-step Golden Core!

However, the more critical the situation was, the calmer he remained. Glancing at the "Clan Elder Brother" by his side, he casually chatted, "Brother Thirteen, do you think our Tian Family will get a chance to cultivate after following those Yinsha fellows?"

Brother Thirteen glanced at him and responded sullenly, "It all depends on fate; don’t think too much about it."

As the two chatted, Master Sumiao let out a chuckle, "Hehe, they really don’t take you seriously at all, still acting."

Feng Jun silently glanced at her, all right, I get it, you’re powerful; should I continue to stand by idly, or do I go find them myself?

The "Nearby People" feature is exceptionally against the heavens, if only... its range wasn’t so short.

It was clear that the other party wanted him to ask for help, but he absolutely would not speak up.

Since Master Sumiao needed his help and didn’t want to pressure him too much, she kindly transmitted her divine sense, "Those two from the west."

Feng Jun didn’t vocalize his question because he didn’t want the other party to take the opportunity to make demands. Since she took the initiative to remind him, he wasn’t going to be difficult and ignore it.

Thus, he headed straight west. Soon enough, he saw two figures.

The patrol around his residence was very thorough to avoid disturbing him. Every group consisted of two people, and the distance between each group would not exceed two hundred meters.

Feng Jun knew that Master Sumiao was observing him, but he still took out his mobile phone and hit the "Nearby People" button.

Fortunately, it wasn’t these two...

Yan Xiaomo casually chatted with Brother Thirteen but was fully alert to what was behind him.

When he realized someone was rapidly approaching from behind, his heart raced with nervousness, yet he remained composed.

Feng Jun caught up to them from behind, passed them by, and continued moving swiftly forward.

Yan Xiaomo had just heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Brother Thirteen utter a light exclamation, "Huh, what is Mountain Master Feng in such a rush to do?"

In an instant, Yan Xiaomo’s heart leaped to his throat, his mind flashing two big characters—Danger!

He had seen images of Feng Jun and knew whom he was sent to assassinate, but Brother Thirteen was different. He saw Feng Jun daily, and even in the night, by glimpsing a silhouette, he could tell it was Mountain Master Feng.

Yan Xiaomo instantly realized what was wrong. That at least half-step Golden Core expert must be a valued guest of Mountain Master Feng. As soon as the divine sense spread out, Mountain Master Feng had followed. How could he have overlooked himself?

It was a strategy! He had realized it, but it was already a bit late.

The next moment, Feng Jun did not turn back, and a bolt of lightning was struck straight at Yan Xiaomo with precision.

He had indeed discovered Yan Xiaomo—Master Sumiao had even provided the direction. If he couldn’t find him after that, it would be truly laughable.

But since his opponent was an eighth-level ascetic, he must launch a surprise attack to effectively increase his success rate.

After one bolt, he launched another Falling Thunder Technique.

Feng Jun was quite confident in his Thunder Technique. Even if the opponent had measures to guard against thunder, the strongest means would only lessen the force of a thunder strike, complete avoidance was impossible.

Master Sumiao was closely watching the battle. Upon seeing Feng Jun’s thunder technique, she couldn’t help but scoff, "As expected of a minor sect."

Truth be told, Feng Jun’s execution of the Falling Thunder Technique was rather decent, but in her eyes, it wasn’t impressive. The power was acceptable, but... such squandering of spiritual energy, wouldn’t your sect elders spank you?

The Taiqing Sect’s Falling Thunder Technique was naturally incomparable to those run-of-the-mill techniques, and even the rules governing its use were much more complex—Feng Jun’s technique, while powerful, consumed sixty percent of his spiritual energy in two strikes, which was somewhat unwise.

However, the next moment, she blinked—how did this kid recover so much of his spiritual energy in an instant?

Without a second thought, Feng Jun released another two bolts of thunder, and in doing so, he harbored a little private hope that Master Sumiao could catch whether he had employed spatial methods or not.

However, Master Sumiao... is just a Golden Core cultivator, and it was already quite impressive that she could sense the space laws on him before—not all masters have this ability. Besides, she is now seriously watching the battle and really hasn’t noticed this detail.

Yan Xiaomo actually had a thunder protection magical treasure on him, because he had inquired that Feng Jun seemed to have a rather formidable Thunder Technique.

But even so, he couldn’t withstand the constant barrage of four lightning strikes.

Therefore, he could no longer care much about anything else. Enduring the various discomforts, he leaped up into the air, and with a beam of white light cutting through the dark night sky, he slashed towards Feng Jun like a bolt of silk ribbon, "Die, villain!"

Master Sumiao happened to be leisurely watching this scene, and upon seeing this situation, she couldn’t help but gasp, "Sword Cultivator?"

She initially planned to intervene, but only if Feng Jun pleaded for her help—that said, according to her estimate, such an unruly young man must have some trump cards to avoid suffering too much.

Only when you have exhausted all your trump cards and still cannot deal with your opponent will you remember my kindness. It won’t be too late for me to make a move by then.

But upon discovering that the opponent was a high-rank Sword Cultivator who had transcended worldly concerns, she was also slightly flustered—this was clearly a desperate attack.

Above the Transcendence stage, Sword Cultivators have a title "Invincible at the Same Level," which isn’t to say they are genuinely invincible; the key is that the lethality of Sword Cultivators is too great. Although their defense is fragile and their vitality is low, they can attack anyone they wish with others hardly being able to block them.

Master Sumiao reckoned to herself that if she were in the Cultivation World, it would be no problem for her as a Golden Core to block an upper-level Sword Cultivator. However, in the Mortal Realm, she wasn’t very confident—after all, the Mortal Realm is too unfriendly to Golden Cores.

Moreover, she was not only in the Mortal Realm, but she was also sick and couldn’t use all her methods fully.

She was initially confident and prepared to save Feng Jun at a critical moment, but then she was shocked to realize: with my preparation, I might not be able to save Feng Jun, because I don’t have enough power stored up!

Of course, when she thought of saving Feng Jun, she meant to rescue him completely. If she could guarantee his rescue with only minor injuries, she could do that, but in that case, it would be a bit embarrassing for her status—where would her dignity as a master be?

However, upon seeing this sword strike, all her plans dissipated—she would be fortunate to save a crippled Feng Jun.

But since things had already come to this, she simply decided to wait and see a bit longer. After all, a crippled Mountain Master Feng mattered little to her; as long as he could cure her illness, it would suffice.

But in fact, in her heart, there was a faint hope: Can you bring me some more surprises?

Indeed, Feng Jun did not let her down. He did not dodge hastily; instead, he stood firm, raised his hand to cast another Falling Thunder Technique, and then his body suddenly retreated diagonally.

At the same time, he took a pill from his Storage Bag and directly tossed it into his mouth.

Master Sumiao frowned slightly in the distance, wondering what kind of elixir was this colorful pill?

According to the battle situation of both parties, she was almost certain that it was a pill to replenish Spiritual Energy.

But having just made a few moves, you begin to pop pills and moreover... can it really replenish your rapidly depleting Spiritual Energy?

Little did she know, this was Feng Jun’s ruse. The pill was just an ordinary cold relief capsule; he didn’t want her to see anything unusual or suspect how he was actually replenishing his Spiritual Energy.

Master Sumiao, being a Golden Core for many years, didn’t quite understand Feng Jun’s logic in battle, so she was even more enthralled, and she began to circulate Spiritual Energy quietly, ready to intervene at the right time.

In fact, she was also very curious about how Feng Jun would escape the Sword Cultivator’s lock-on when his Spiritual Energy was about to run out.

Sword Cultivators’ attacks, especially when making a life-or-death strike, usually have a lock-on feature, precisely guided; it’s not something that can be easily dodged by just flicking to the side.

However, in the next moment, she couldn’t help but blink her eyes: Hold on, what did I see, his Spiritual Energy suddenly recovered by fifty percent?

Not only that, she suddenly realized that there was space fluctuation on Feng Jun’s body, and he actually managed to evade the Sword Cultivator’s lock-on.

Master Sumiao was greatly puzzled: What kind of tactic is this?

Before she could react, Feng Jun had already taken out a Great Seal and smashed it viciously towards the Sword Cultivator.

The Mountain and River Seal was quite powerful, but he dared not directly confront that long rainbow of attack—the Sword Cultivator’s attack was too powerful, and if the Mountain and River Seal were damaged, he would feel distressed.

So, he summoned the Great Seal from the side.

Yan Xiaomo, being in the midst of the fray, felt even more deeply about Feng Jun’s peculiar combat logic. He had never thought that the opponent would dare to use Thunder Techniques recklessly, regardless of the consumption of Spiritual Energy, early in the battle, and then take elixirs to replenish it.

He couldn’t help but complain inwardly: Do you even know how to fight?

However, the stranger the opponent, the more cautious he became, so when Feng Jun used Weimian’s Force to break free from the lock-on, he sensed it immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation, his sword tip lifted, and his sword intent soared, ready to break through the air and retreat—being a qualified assassin, and moreover a Sword Cultivator, the most correct choice after a missed strike is to make a tactical retreat.

However, at that moment, the Mountain and River Seal struck his body heavily.

Master Sumiao, on the other hand, had a face full of shock, murmuring softly, "Is this... the Overthrowing Heaven Seal?"