Yin-yang perfect thumb
At this moment, Karl Zeal heard a finger snap; black orb envelopment swiftly followed. The orb covered the whole open court. Zeal wondered what terrifying power his ghost of a teacher had because it was unspeakable. Anyway, it was not time for praise as the nasty guy loved bullying the weak. But even though the black orb covered the open court expanse, it looked no different from the usual place. Still, that was Zeal's point of view, but he was more or less accurate in his judgment.
As Zeal noticed the orb encasing him, his heart fidgeted. He wondered what he would look like by the end of the day. But he hadn't settled his thought when he heard a gushing sound. That's right; it was the sound of poisonous gas puffing out of unknown dimensions. This stuff must be the element that replaced the shooting needles. Zeal thought.
"Brat, the essence of this training is to hold your breath even though you die. You must not breathe in that poison—if not, you will surely die. For the poison destroying technique to become absolute—you must pass this bout." Sou Long's voice came uninvited. Zeal always felt that the dignified voice was mocking him. In any case, the information Sou Long passed to him was like an atomic bomb. How would he overcome this training without breathing? It was a question for the gods. Zeal believed even Sou Long shouldn't have such an answer. After all, he would make many intense jumps. After all, they all required high breathing to perform. He was going to run out of air before the actual death came to him, Zeal thought with morbid imagination.
In this instance, Zeal remembered what Sou Long taught him about poison identification.
"Brat, to identify the poison, there are two ways." Sou Long told Zeal. At this moment, they sat on the ground with crossed legs; on the floor lay assortments of boxes, and inside those boxes were dreadful poisons.
Zeal perked his ears; he wanted to hear Sou Long's life lesson. There was nothing he could do other than listen. He believed that the nasty Old Man wouldn't repeat himself much. Zeal, who was always level-headed, had begun to evolve more; his maturity had become more noticeable. He was calm and open-minded as he gazed expectantly at Sou Long.
Sou Long continued: "The first is with this talisman." Sou Long brought out five talismans. They were all white but had different complex patterns and carves. Each of their diagrams and inscriptions was unique to only them.
"Firstly, a talisman is divided into heaven and earth talisman. The heaven talisman appears golden white, and the earth talisman appears plain white. Of course, there are other higher qualities between them too. The heaven talisman is used (by or on) Human-immortals and non-human immortals. They are also classified just like the earth talisman. That's to say: they have spiritual talismans, elemental or beast talismans, attack talismans, and defense talismans. However, the earth talisman is used by martial artists lower than Human-immortals. Or used on martial artists lower than Human-immortals. I didn't mention these things before because they weren't popular, crucial, and the time wasn't right." Sou Long explained. He quietly passed his steady gaze on the lad; he must know if the kid could take in more information before he would continue. After all, as the almighty, Sou Long didn't want to waste his breath on repetition. However, when he noticed that Zeal remained unaffected by the information explosion, he smiled and heaved a sigh.
"As expected, spiritual talisman deals with spiritual ability and aura. Those things are mostly intangible. But element or beast talisman use different colors to rank beast and elements. For a lightning user, the talisman would appear purple. However, for the ruling class of the primordial level, it would appear jet black. This color identifies their grades. In any case, it can't name the specific animals. You have to do your homework on them. But if I circulated a poisonous gas here. The poison talisman would identify the grade and sometimes the specific poison. Jet Black color represents the highest order of poison, and white represents the lowest order. Still, in the same talisman, there will be a section on color variation; an observant person can tell the kind of poison from the color variation. I will give you some homework for that. There is nothing worth sharing in attack and defense talisman. The darker their color, the higher rank; they also become more brutal." Sou Long passed an asking gaze on Zeal; the lad seemed to be assimilating the whole information. He remained quiet with an unveiled pensive expression.
"I understand, Master Sou!" Zeal answered after a long thought.
"Sou Long nodded and thought of another thing. "Another way to identify poison is through your aura. However, your aura needs to be strong, and the control of your martial art and aura must be impeccable. In this way, you sever the strands of aura before they infect you. The same classification and identification also apply." Sou Long explained. However, his expression suggested he deliberately stopped to hear from Zeal.
Zeal churned through the available data; however, he always felt something was missing. Then, he turned his gaze at Sou Long and observed him for a while. "Getting this talisman should be hard, won't it? After all, it is almost a lost art, and credibility might not rank high. Similarly, I'm a novice when it comes to aura control. In fact, I don't think I have any aura now. And from your temperament, you shouldn't tolerate lolling around. And that's because I could face dreadful challenges at any moment. So, I must have more options, don't I? Or I must have a requirement that others couldn't meet; this thought process is plausible since I didn't meet the requirement for talisman and aura. At least, not for now." Zeal spoke after his momentary observation.
Sou Long smiled lightly: "In truth, you're right. I am telling you these things not to practice in the distant future; I'm telling you to practice them now. First, carrying those talismans isn't creative at all. It doesn't portray an excellent martial spirit. Those things came as martial art substitutes, which was one of the reasons I never told you. As a martial artist, you should be able to identify all these things with your martial spirit; you should be able to tell the potential danger alert of any enemy, technique, and aura. As for the third way to identify all these things, you've reached the perfect condition for it. However, that doesn't mean you can name those poisons. And for that, you have to do your homework on them. In fact, forget it! What homework? I will instantly transfer those pieces of information to you. So the third option lies with your Soul-eyes. Don't think little of that spiritual eye; it could see almost everything; it is the highest mortal eye. Of course, immortals (who practiced the technique) could also use it."
Ending his explanations (which Zeal was still processing), Sou Long thumped Zeal's forehead with his index finger. A massive influx of information whooshed into his brain; what Sou Long naturally gave Zeal was the names and characteristics of various poisons, elements, and beast spirits. But those pieces of information were still nebulous; Zeal couldn't make much from them. But he knew they would come in handy.
'Yin-yang Perfect Thumb!' Zeal thought in alarm as he broke out of his reminiscence. According to the massive information, Sou Long left him. This poison seemed to rank high among other ones. Although it may not kill a half immortal, it appeared not to have a problem slowing them down. From his Soul-eyes, Zeal saw the dark red mist. Also, his eyes detected the poison graph. It was in the form of a bar chart with the poison grade and color identification. That's how Zeal identified it. He also remembered that this poison would simultaneously make the whole body feel hot and cold. It would make the heart thumb fifty beats per second, increasing blood flow turbulence. And if the organs couldn't keep up, they would burst; however, for the energy pathway and vessel. The usage would increase with useless results. Therefore the person would succumb to death before he could fight; all his pores would bleed blood. It was really a terrible poison. However, the only limitation seemed to be the method of poisoning; the victim must breathe in the poison through the nostril; other open pores in the body wouldn't work. But why would the Old thing bring out such a thing? Does he relish in my helplessness?
At the same time, a log with a broad end swung at Zeal sharply and erratically. The swinging log had no specific pattern. These combinations instantly created a horrendous atmosphere; Karl Zeal had to fight again for his life. How many times had he faced the situation? And seeing the death gate was becoming a norm. But Zeal didn't mind much. He got himself ready to survive. There was nothing to do other than that. In any case, Zeal looked so small for the challenges he faced.