"Formless..."

The proud and dignified King of Ancient Brent whispered these two words.

His slender forefinger gently traced over his gradually healing wound, as if savoring the lingering echoes of the move used against him.

"The Predecessor of Hundred Styles."

Black wings spread behind Lu Yuan, a faint aura of Death Qi surrounding him as he fully returned to his normal state.

But within his eyes, a faint golden hue still lingered, not yet fully faded, submerging him in a wondrous state beyond words.

Formless, the Predecessor of Hundred Styles.

Lu Yuan was under the pressure of the [Demon] form's countdown, combined with the full combat awareness of his Lv. 3 [Unconquerable Instinct] and the synergistic state triggered by Lv. 2 [Flash of Insight].

His thinking and understanding reached an unprecedented peak.

He tried to blend together the myriad Super Kill techniques, Sure-kill moves, and other miscellaneous offensive skills he had learned, attempting to forge a unique killing technique that surpassed Super Kill moves.

Then he failed.

Yet he also succeeded.

His attempt failed because Lu Yuan realized it was an utterly impossible goal.

No one could unify disparate skills from different skill panels.

At least, he couldn't do it at his current stage, even if his cognitive abilities increased tenfold.

The success, however, lay in Lu Yuan finding a new approach—if complete integration couldn't be achieved, then he would take only a part, a small part, or even just a single 'point' from each move.

If even a single 'point' couldn't be extracted, he would trace the origins of that move until he could grasp that one 'point'.

And then, this ultimate finishing technique was born.

A gentle sense of pride and joy welled up in Lu Yuan's chest. Not just because the birth of [Without Form] had successfully broken through the defenses of the boastful King of Ancient Brent, allowing him to pass the test and metaphorically slap the King in the face.

But also because the process of deducing this technique had allowed him to glimpse the realm of skills beyond Super Kill moves, providing him with many... new, higher-level insights into martial arts.

The Martial God Atlas is no longer a mere fantasy. Perhaps one day... I can truly bring it to life.

Lu Yuan thought silently, a whirlwind of inspiration and ideas stirring in his heart.

"A good move."

The handsome man finished contemplating [Without Form] just as his wounds also finished healing.

He looked at Lu Yuan with approval and spoke.

"Approaching a realm beyond mortal skill. For you, at your current level, it is already an extremely rare achievement."

Although they were words of praise, they sounded awkward to Lu Yuan. The small sense of pride and joy in his heart rapidly cooled, as if doused with cold water.

Lu Yuan frowned, took a shallow breath, and calmly said to the handsome man, "Give me a chance. Let's go again."

"Hmm?"

The handsome man looked puzzled. "Why? You've already passed my trial. Now is the time for you to receive your reward..."

Lu Yuan shook his head. "But I want to go again, this time aiming right at your face. Your conceited act is truly infuriating..."

"..."

"Ugh..."

A few kilometers from the battlefield, the three members of Xie Jun's team were just recovering from the daze and confusion caused by the golden light that had split their vision.

They then saw Lu Yuan, who had returned to his normal form.

Then... BOOM!

Their minds completely exploded.

All the previous doubts, speculations, and denials... at this very moment, they were all confirmed, transforming into reality.

They had been watching for so long.

This person, with a Pure Martial physique, had first torn apart one Walker Level Crowman single-handedly, then, under the siege of four Walker Level Crowmen, had forcibly crushed another.

And after that, he had fought a great battle with that seemingly invincible man who emerged from the giant black egg, ultimately managing to injure him...

An existence they had long since defined in their hearts as an ultimate monster.

Could it actually be Lu Yuan?!

The Divine Blood Lu Yuan who had refused to join their team, whom they had privately derided as a "total rookie who knows nothing," "the Crown Prince who used his connections to get ahead," and "a burden that would drag them down"?!

"Bringing along a rookie who knows nothing like that will significantly lower our mission's success rate!"

"I really don't want our entire team to end up babysitting someone!"

"Haha, thankfully that kid didn't join. Otherwise, our operation wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"Once the mission is complete... we can guide him a bit then, for Old Song's sake."

"..."

The remarks they had once made about Lu Yuan now churned relentlessly in their minds, every sentence, every scene flooding back.

For a moment, the three of them—Xie Jun and his companions—stood dumbstruck, as if seeing a giant hand suddenly materialize from the air before them.

WHOOSH—

It seemed to whistle past, slapping them hard across their faces.

The slap left their heads ringing with a BUZZ, their cheeks burning hot as if seared by a branding iron.

"Hmm..."

Han Xun hovered in mid-air, staring fixedly at the two individuals conversing in the distance. However, his eyes were solely focused on the wound on the chest of the handsome man—the one for whom the Evil Energy monitor had shown only a string of '???'

He's injured...

Han Xun looked dazed. How... did he do it? Why...

The fleeting golden light he had witnessed earlier kept flashing through Han Xun's mind.

Each time he recalled it, an inexplicable palpitation surged within his heart.

He tried to imagine himself in the place of either of those two individuals in the distance.

But no matter how many times he replayed it in his mind, if their positions were reversed, the outcome always seemed to be the same—

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