The Inner Realm seemed to turn black and white.
Challenging two Specialized Level opponents who were both masters of single-soldier combat techniques of the Sequence Army, Qin Shi indeed found himself lacking in strength.
The numbers he was proud of were ineffective, and the Four Great Limits couldn’t withstand the fierce enemy’s pincer attack.
In every encounter, he couldn’t last more than a few rounds before being thoroughly "killed."
Everything went black, and he started over again.
And so the cycle repeated.
It was like playing a soul-like game with a Hell Level difficulty.
With Jiang Shijie’s breakthrough ability and Lin Xiong’s strong defense.
Their assault was like a mobile war fortress.
Leaving Qin Shi almost no flaws or weaknesses to exploit.
The most despairing aspect was that both of them served in the Seventh Battle Group, where they were well-trained and coordinated, even their combat techniques complemented each other, yielding a combined effect greater than the sum of its parts.
"Indeed, the real stage of the New Martial Sect is the battlefield. Display tactical prowess with troop types!"
Over time, Qin Shi experienced dozens of gruesome deaths, his Sea of Consciousness was like an empty pool, in a state of stagnation.
He paused his "Armor Stacking," took deep breaths, and operated the ’Void Meditation Technique.’
The ancient mirror reflected himself, adjusting his spiritual fluctuations to ensure a calm mind.
"Don’t you think this way of getting beaten up is too slow?"
Super Xiao He, returning from mining with a pickaxe, glanced sideways at Qin Shi, who lay sprawled on the ground looking exhausted from overtaxing his mind.
Even moving his fingers was difficult for the latter, who lazily asked:
"Then what do you suggest?"
Super Xiao He came close with a suggestion:
"Your Spiritual Realm is not what it used to be. Since you’ve marked your target, why not project and duplicate a few more? Whether being beaten by two people or a group, you’d only die once anyway."
Qin Shi felt his temple twitch, what a terrible idea.
Even handling two is difficult, wouldn’t facing a group result in instant defeat?
"After all, you’re just Armor Stacking, enhancing your stats, and illuminating the ’Warfare Strategy’ nodes. Winning or losing makes no difference."
Super Xiao He persuaded gently.
"He Lanchan used this method for his training. The ancient Void Mirror simultaneously reflected seven or eight enemies, enjoying the thrill of being ganged up on.
I remember that during the moment He Lanchan’s spirit manifested, he once reflected over a hundred ’Qi Wuxiangs,’ nearly shattering his Sea of Consciousness."
Fighting a hundred Qi Wuxiangs?
Qin Shi’s lips twitched.
It seems that Old He really considered Qi Wuxiang his lifelong nemesis.
The first thing he did upon manifesting his spirit was to reflect his old rival, wanting to show off.
"Let me take a break, then I’ll arrange a bout with the real thing later to verify the results."
Qin Shi exhaled deeply and exited the Inner Realm.
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The lingering mist in the room surged toward his Mortality Body like a giant whale swallowing water.
Originally drowsy, Qin Shi was suddenly invigorated, his gaze gradually brightening.
The special Nourishing Spirit Incense from Nanhuang Daoist School was remarkably effective, tiny wisps entered his chest and abdomen through his nasal cavity, like warm currents scattering to awaken his dormant flesh and blood, rejuvenating his Sea of Consciousness.
After resting for about forty minutes, Qin Shi restored his state to eighty percent.
He pulled out his mobile terminal and messaged his agent Lin Yunqing.
[Qin Shi: Are you still in Tai’an, Teacher Lin?]
In less than twenty seconds.
[Soft Rabbit: Yes. I heard you came back, when are you free to grab a meal together?]
[Qin Shi: Is Teacher Lin busy lately? I heard you’re working on your graduation thesis?]
He chatted leisurely.
Lin Yunqing, being a senior in the Spiritual Ability System at Qiguang Heng University.
This year, she’ll face graduation challenges.
Unlike the Martial Arts Path, which emphasizes the development of Life Force and mastery of practical combat materials.
The Spiritual Ability Path focuses more on mental excavation, refining the spirit, and the "depth" of descending into the Netherworld, affecting whether one passes or not.
Even for Lin Yunqing, who chose an archaeology specialization, she still needs to complete this aspect of assessment.
[Soft Rabbit: Not busy, almost done, I’m free anytime!]
[Soft Rabbit: Grinning yellow bean person.JPG]
[Qin Shi: I’d like to invite Teacher Lin as my agent to arrange a meeting with Lin Xiong from the Seventh Battle Group, Wind Scythe Sequence Army.]
[Soft Rabbit: A duel?]
[Qin Shi: Sparring. He owes me a favor.]
[Soft Rabbit: Sure! Are you preparing to break through to the Specialized Level?]
[Soft Rabbit: Worshipping yellow bean person.JPG]
[Soft Rabbit: Go for it! For the Star Cup, give Yu Li a good beating for me!]
Qin Shi replied with a final "Okay," then put away his mobile terminal.
He hadn’t told Lin Yunqing that he had already met Yu Li and "clashed" with him.
Since he promised to teach that Star Cup youth group champion a lesson, the new generation’s leading figure.
He intended to accomplish it before speaking.
"A tripartite support! All that’s left is to enhance the stats of the Mortal Body to bear these inheritances!"
As Qin Shi inhaled deeply, the powerful pulling force rapidly shortened the length of the Nourishing Spirit Incense; simultaneously introspecting himself, observing what seemed like imprints of inheritance engraved within his body.
Currently, the ’Void Meditation Technique’ showed the most progress, followed by Hundred Forms Refining Stance and Cultivation Furnace.
They seemed like three runes orbiting, if ’Warfare Strategy’ could be enhanced to three hundred layers, it would form a perfect structure supporting the Mortal Body with four pillars.
"You want me to be that kid’s sparring partner?"
At a hostel on Old Factory Street, Lin Xiong’s robust body lay on a small bed, muttering:
"Why? The kid plans to make a last-minute effort to step into the Specialized Domain? Even if he’s at the Specialized Level, there’s no way he could beat you, Old Jiang."
Lin Xiong’s gaze shifted to Jiang Shijie, evidently valuing the latter’s strength greatly.