Our Eyes Don't Meet

"I like your arrogance but aren't you acting up with such a condescending attitude?" Zhao Wei smiled widely, his white teeth radiating stellar lights for a moment.

Zhao Wei unhurriedly walked towards Bei Moi as if he were taking a casual walk inside a park.

Bei Moi blinked once and he found Zhao Wei to have already covered half the distance.

"Despite how damn slow a tortoise is, it always reaches its destination, friend." Zhao Wei touched his chin in introspection.

"You are done! I gave you a chance to make up for your weak cultivation base but you didn't take heed to my kind consideration." Bei Moi smiled coldly.

"The difference between us…" Bei Moi seemed to materialize into gray mist and before long, he was already within the striking range.

He then raised his hand and expelled his inner strength to attack Zhao Wei whose eyes seemed not to be concerned by his attack.

His mind was still on the movement technique used by Bei Moi. An analysis of the technique was heavily being carried inside his mind realm.

The minute details, the transition from tangible to intangible, the calculated circulation of inner strength - everything could be deduced.

To know his enemy - his opponent - Zhao Wei had taken it to the next level.

The movement technique was interesting and it honestly reminded him of Mist Breathing Seventh Form, almost like how Nightcrawler could teleport but it was just a super fast forward motion.

Magnifi-

"Ripple of Destruction!" Bei Moi's voice was low and lethal as his inner strength rumbled with the intent to destroy everything.

'Vibration? The laws of vibration?' Zhao Wei thought as he used his hand to have a taste of Bei Moi's attack.

BANG!

Zhao Wei felt a destructive intent wreak havoc in his hand, damaging his vessels and breaking his skin but his face remained unfeeling, unaffected by the pain.

Bei Moi was taken aback by Zhao Wei's craziness and the guts he had to take on his attack head-on without evading.

To top it all, despite the severe internal and external damage done to his hand, his emotions still remained the same.

Did he just smile?

Does he have a few screws loose inside his head?

Also, how the hell is he still standing after receiving my attack that can easily send eighth-ranked Martial Masters flying?

Bei Moi racked up his mind as he tried to understand the peculiar youth.

Maybe it was just a fluke, he thought.

'No, I don't think so. He took the attack head-on but contained the effects of my technique to half his arm.'

'This means he has crazy inner strength manipulation skills that are even better than some Ninth Rankers.'

Bei Moi frowned. He couldn't fathom the absurdity of the situation.

It inevitably filled him with ire.

His attack didn't make his opponent completely incapacitated in the first try.

The peculiar youth was only a Seventh Rank Martial Master unlike him who was already in the Peak of Eight Rank and could easily slay most Ninth Rankers or so he thought.

What made him even madder was Zhao Wei's smile.

His opponent was clearly mocking him.

"First comes destruction…" Zhao Wei suddenly looked at Bei Moi like a horror movie archvillain.

"Your technique has been duly analyzed. Rejoice!" He raised his damaged hand and the way it was rapidly healing could be vividly seen.

'Mist, smoke, and shadows share the same essence of intangibility so it isn't that hard to recreate what Bei Moi did.'

'I am happy because it makes me relive my youth - The infinite possibilities slowly being actualized in the form of mystical arts.' Zhao Wei laughed.

He was the type to get high on new techniques. Knowledge that served no purpose and knowledge that served a purpose was all knowledge to him. There wasn't a distinctive line when it came to different types of knowledge.

With the increase in knowledge in his slow journey of self-discovery, some doubts had begun to surface in his mind regarding the [God Eye Variant].

The way he could analyze techniques made him think of the [Alpha Stigma] but he didn't have the magical eye.

The initial description of-

"Stop ignoring me, b*tch!" Bei Moi had an emotional outburst as he attacked with overwhelming momentum.

His ripples of destruction spread like pulses that made the ground within a 20-meter radius to shatter.

Such an ultra-destructive power could surely decimate anyone below the Ninth Rank into minced meat and even kill a typical Ninth Ranker!

From tangible to intangible, Zhao Wei imitated the Mist transformation that had initially been done by Bei Moi as he evaded his shockingly strong attack.

In the next moment, his face was inches away from Bei Moi's, staring menacingly, his eye venomously daggering his brazen opponent like a primordial serpent.

"All offenses are predicted beforehand and all defenses crumble before me," Zhao Wei spoke emotionlessly, his silvery eyes carrying a crimson tint as he abruptly placed his right hand on Bei Moi's left shoulder.

Confusion instantly settled in Bei Moi's face, finding the situation incomprehensible.

Zhao Wei was so fast and his brain wasn't fast enough to process whatever had happened.

CRACK!

In an instant, Bei Moi felt his left arm's bones almost shatter and his flesh rapture. The pain immediately eliminated the confusion clouding his vision and he gritted his teeth to resist letting out any sound.

He tried to move his body but he couldn't. He couldn't move his muscles.

W-What is happening?

What is he doing to me?

Why can't I control my body?

Unacceptable!

"Kneel!" A cold voice sounded from Zhao Wei's lips.

"I won't!" Bei Moi met Zhao Wei's gaze with defiance.

"Kneel!"

The next moment, Bei Moi felt his world go round and round followed by a suffocating pressure that mercilessly pressed down on him, forcing his knees to shatter the ground and dig deep.

"This…is where your eyes meet mine!" Zhao Wei looked down at Bei Moi with apathy.

W-What?

Everyone was shocked!

What had just happened?

Why was Bei Moi kneeling before Zhao Wei?

Everything was happening so fast that it looked as if time was being fast-forwarded.

Was Bei Moi so weak?

'A-Am I weak? Have I been mistaking myself for being strong this whole time? Am I living in an illusion?' Bei Moi's lips trembled, his body involuntarily shivering as if he were subjected to an environment of extreme cold.

W-What did it mean to be strong?

Aren't I a super genius?

Why?

Just why am I…kneeling before a man?

Just why?

His willpower mattered not in the face of an illusion of absoluteness.

"Y-You used underhanded means to-" Bei Moi screamed at Zhao Wei.

"Shut Up!" Zhao Wei commanded.

"You are the result of your own ineptitude!"

WAAH!

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