High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 139 - 126: An Unassailable Stance, Breaking Through 8 Floors
Su Mu clearly understood that the sword momentum of the shadow had completely locked onto him, and for the moment, he could only think of making a preemptive strike, with no other way to break free.
"Interesting, then let me see where my weaknesses lie now!"
"Insightful Eyes, open for me!"
Su Mu activated his Insightful Eyes, and with a flicker of strange light in his eyes, he saw red lines rising all over his body, though they were all semi-transparent.
"The whole body is full of potential weaknesses, but they’re all semi-transparent, which could also mean they’re not weaknesses!"
"Or perhaps I currently can’t exploit these weaknesses."
The only relatively obvious deep red line appeared at his brow.
"Spiritual Power, is it?"
This result somewhat surprised Su Mu; ignoring Spiritual Power, his sword drawing stance had nearly reached a degree of invincibility.
However, Su Mu quickly realized something was off.
"The figure on the Sixth Floor isn’t entirely my current self... He hasn’t mastered the Secret of Power; otherwise, unrefined organs and meridians in the body would be showing red lines now."
In the Training Camp, had it not been for Huangfu Xue promptly providing precious elixirs during his battle with Tantai Yan, his internal injuries would have been extremely severe, definitely a fatal weakness.
Secret of Power, 40% Sword Momentum, in addition to the Sword Drawing Secret Technique—if Su Mu were to unleash his most powerful strike, these weaknesses would surely expand, but nothing is currently visible, which led Su Mu to conclude that the shadow hasn’t mastered the Secret of Power.
"The Seventh Floor must be my true self?"
Su Mu speculated.
The next instant, a fierce wind arose.
Su Mu and the shadow simultaneously executed the Sword Drawing Technique.
Clang!
The first clang of metal on metal hadn’t faded before a series of clangs erupted incessantly. Su Mu’s heart pounded forcefully within his chest, like a beast roaring.
The difficulty of the figure on the Sixth Floor doubled compared to the Fifth Floor!
Su Mu’s eyes flashed with intense battle intent, realizing that he had unconsciously grown so powerful.
"So it is."
After the sword drawing technique concluded, the shadow in Su Mu’s eyes began to manifest deep red lines of weakness; the flaws appeared, confirming all of his judgments were correct.
Su Mu quickly memorized the positions of these red lines but didn’t have time to contemplate during the battle, as the shadow would not allow him any time to think; the outcome could be decided in an instant of lost focus.
After more than a dozen rounds, fine beads of sweat appeared all over Su Mu’s body, yet he couldn’t hide his exhilaration on his face and surprisingly chose to deactivate his Insightful Eyes.
"Now it’s fair, come fight!"
Clang, clang, clang.
He himself fought with increasing courage, madness glinting in his eyes, while the shadow began to gradually fall into a disadvantage.
"In the end, you’re merely a copy of me, not the real me. You don’t have the thrill of battle, you don’t enjoy fighting!"
"The victory is decided."
After severing the shadow’s right arm with one slash, the madness in Su Mu’s eyes dissipated. He gave the shadow time to recover and then reactivated his Insightful Eyes.
Clang!
Su Mu’s swift, accurate, and ruthless strike fell on the red line, causing the shadow’s body to instantly freeze. Su Mu realized once again he was using the shadow to check for weaknesses and fill in gaps.
...
Meanwhile, Sikong River could no longer maintain his composure. He had experienced the terrors of the Sixth Floor firsthand, and such battles often concluded swiftly, but it was now nearing an hour.
"How has this guy managed it?"
The old man, his expression shocked, tightly stared at the Grandmaster Tower in the distance. He never expected that Su Mu could linger so long on the Sixth Floor.
"Did he wait until the limit time to trigger the shadow? If that’s the case, then it’s not much."
"But if that’s not the case..."
In an instant, the old man’s breath grew rapid.
Soon, a burst of dazzling purple light interrupted everyone’s thoughts.
"The purple light, he’s about to step onto the Seventh Floor!"
Seeing the purple light flickering on the Seventh Floor of the Grandmaster Tower, Sikong River, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up, unable to hide his battle intent. Xiaoyun couldn’t help but exclaim, and after regaining her senses, immediately contacted Director Li.
However, the call couldn’t get through, and it took over ten minutes before it was finally connected.
"Director Li, come quickly, come over here now."
"Xiaoyun, how many times have I told you, when will you change your tendency to panic in situations? I’ve said, don’t panic when things arise. Now, tell me, what’s going on?"
"The purple light, there’s a purple light, that person has stepped onto the Seventh Floor..."
The voice on the other end remained calm, and Xiaoyun couldn’t help but feel astonished. Truly worthy of Director Li, he could remain so composed.
A few seconds later.
The voice on the other end suddenly heightened as if yelling, "What, did you say that kid stepped onto the Seventh Floor? You’re not seeing things, are you?"
"Director, I’m not seeing things, it’s purple light... huh?!"
"What’s with ’huh’? Quickly reply, you’re killing me with anxiety."
"Orange light, now it’s orange light!"
"Is your brain broken? There’s no such thing as an orange light!"
"Director, my brain isn’t broken. Just now, the Eighth Floor lit up too, and it’s orange light, very glaring..."
