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Chapter 1522 - 1515: Only Speed Is Unbreakable

Chapter 1522: Chapter 1515: Only Speed Is Unbreakable

The disciples of the Wuyun Sect saw that Pojun’s injuries had slightly improved and he was no longer groaning, thus they all drew their weapons, glaring at Cheng Ziang and Feng with faces full of anger.

Facing this situation, Cheng Ziang did not feel panicked, but waved his hand saying, "You all need to think carefully, drawing a weapon can result in death, do you really think we would be afraid to kill?"

Hearing his threateningly persuasive tone, the disciples exchanged looks, and no one dared to initiate an attack.

Cheng Ziang was not exaggerating, because if he had not earlier restrained Feng’s martial strength, Pojun would have already been dismembered by her. Once Feng crosses the threshold of killing, cutting people down would be as simple as slicing vegetables, without seeing her opponents as human at all.

After a while, Pojun seemed to have finally regained his strength. With the help of his fellow disciples, he slowly stood up, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for sparing my life."

Although he looked very disheveled, upon closer examination, his injuries were not too severe. Or it should be said that such injuries are often incurred during the everyday cultivation process.

The essence of cultivation is to continuously expand the total capacity of one’s Dantian and strengthen the body’s meridians, ensuring they can handle more intense flows of magic power.

Therefore, cultivators often need to tear their own body’s meridians during the cultivation process, and then heal them. After healing, the meridians become stronger than before.

The breakthrough of the Dantian essentially involves expanding the Dantian, which also requires tearing the Dantian to increase its capacity. But this process differs from tearing of meridians; if it goes wrong, it could lead to a failed breakthrough and severe injuries.

The term "deviation" in martial arts novels usually refers to the cultivation of martial arts going awry leading to mental instability and significant deviation in martial arts. In the cultivation system of East Continent, deviation generally means the magic power stored within being released from Dantian control, impacting all the internal organs, which can cause severe Magic Power Erosion.

Severe cases of deviation could lead to death on the spot, and even if one is lucky to survive, the body would be severely damaged due to Magic Power Erosion.

Modern medicine indicates that Magic Power Erosion is a kind of irreversible damage, meaning once afflicted by Magic Power Erosion, recovery is nearly impossible unless one can get help from the Formless God Xia Yue.

Thus, every cultivator’s Dantian breakthrough is a calamity, requiring complete preparation to proceed with the breakthrough. Should it fail and cause deviation, that cultivator may never advance further in their life, and might even lose all their magic power, completely becoming a crippled being.

This is why, despite Pojun appearing to be on the brink of death, essentially it was just damage to the meridians, and the Dantian was not affected. With careful recuperation, he could recover without facing Magic Power Erosion.

If Feng really wanted to kill him, she would have just increased the density and pressure of the Magic Cluster, directly forcing the Magic Cluster into the opponent’s central body meridians. When the Magic Cluster exploded and released, it would have directly impacted the opponent’s Dantian, and the result of that would have been dire.

"Now that the duel is over, can we now listen to what we have to say?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Your skills are admirable, please come to the gate of the mountain for a discussion, I hope you won’t withhold your guidance," Pojun cupped his hands and said.

"Don’t push your luck, I spared you to have a proper discussion, not for you to continue behaving arrogantly," Cheng Ziang narrowed his eyes and his tone grew notably colder.

"By the order of the Sect Master, I invite you all to the gate of the mountain as guests," Pojun gritted his teeth and continued to maintain this principle.

"What if I refuse to go?" Cheng Ziang tilted his head and asked.

"This..." Pojun fell into hesitation.

"Elder Pojun, don’t be polite to them, we have only two people, and here we have over twenty people, all skilled fighters, let’s attack together, I don’t think they can be our match," a disciple could not help but say.

"Yes indeed, Elder Pojun, you were just unlucky earlier. That little dwarf is a cultivator of the Royal Dao, he can’t withstand our physical power. As long as we pay a bit more attention, they definitely won’t be able to handle us," another disciple chimed in.

"I, in the Jiedan Realm, could be defeated so easily, and many of you have not even reached the Jiedan Realm but are still in the Qi Cultivation Stage, wouldn’t continuing be akin to courting death?" Pojun took a deep breath, his brows slightly furrowed as he spoke.

"We have more people!" that disciple earnestly said.

"Ah..." Faced with their naive expressions, Pojun didn’t know what to say, only letting out a sigh.

Because he was very clear that in the cultivation system, quantity cannot determine the outcome of a battle. What truly influences the outcome is quality.

This tradition is deeply rooted in Kyushu, from top to bottom. When the Dongsheng army marched towards West Outer Heaven, they always claimed to have thousands of capable generals, actually exaggerating their numbers, because they were well aware that the quality of the generals decided the overall quality of their army.

The Wuyun Sect could act unbridled here, not because of the hundreds of disciples, but because of those few cultivators in the Jiedan Realm. Without them holding fort, the Wuyun Sect would essentially be akin to a bandit’s den, unable to withstand any turbulence.

"Elder, if we fail the mission, we’d have no way to explain ourselves upon return," another disciple advised.

Hearing this, Pojun’s expression finally wavered. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth, lifted his head resolutely, and fixed his gaze on Cheng Ziang and Feng, then spat out a word: "Attack!"

Following his command, the twenty or so elites of the Wuyun Sect drew their weapons, shouting as they charged towards Cheng Ziang and Feng.

Faced with this situation, Cheng Ziang remained calm. He did not order the snipers or the gunners to fire, nor did he immediately draw his sword and rush into the fray. Instead, he calmly observed them.

"Should we kill them all?" Feng raised her little face and asked him.

"No, break all their weapons!" Cheng Ziang shook his head.

"Understood!" Upon hearing his command, Feng’s expression once again turned stern.

She stepped forward two steps away from Cheng Ziang, then drew the Kedal metal blade sheathed on her back. To clash blades, using the Kedal metal blade was undoubtedly the best choice; its sharpness never disappointed her.

Feng flicked the blade, its deep blue surface shimmering with a forbidding gloss. Facing the shouts and clamor from the opposite side, she closed her eyes and concentrated deeply, contemplating her next moves.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, like a beast awakened. Her body slightly leaning forward, her left leg pushed back, she lunged forward at high speed, so fast that even Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

It’s worth noting that Feng had not used any super mobility device, yet she was able to maintain such high mobility, indicating the strength of her innate qualities.

These Wuyun Sect disciples, seeing Feng actively approaching, were not frightened but instead felt great excitement. They were well aware that cultivators of the Royal Dao feared close combat. While Feng, as a highly skilled Royal Dao cultivator, might have advantages at a distance, once they closed in on her, it would practically be a dead end.

However, their overconfidence seemed to forget one thing: in the world of martial arts, speed is paramount.

If they had observed closely enough, they should have noticed from the clash between Pojun and Feng. Feng had not directly received Pojun’s full-powered strike, instead, she relied on her agile figure to clumsily evade Pojun’s physical power.

This, Pojun saw very clearly; he knew his physical power had not actually impacted Feng. It was like swinging at a dandelion—his punch went through, but his opponent had already drifted away.

Regrettably, these disciples didn’t notice this; they only saw both parties ending up battered, with Feng rolling several times in a sorry state. They completely overlooked the fact that Feng got up without any issue, whereas Pojun almost couldn’t stand up.