“Usually, when facing this kind of comprehensive, undifferentiated defense, choosing any one point and concentrating your strength to break through…is an advisable strategy.” Feng Bujue continued, “But this method is ineffective against a force field that can be ‘instantly fine-tuned.’” He looked at Ji Fenglong and said, “Take City Lord Ji’s Saint-Essence Wall as an example…if I concentrate all my slashes in the same direction, it would be easier for you. You can immediately transfer all the Saint-Essence power of the entire force field to the point of impact and steadily block the attack.”

As Brother Jue spoke, Ji Fenglong no longer had the strength to respond to him…

At this moment, although Ji Fenglong’s Saint-Essence Wall had not yet collapsed, it was covered in cracks and on the verge of breaking. She could only constantly output Saint-Essence power to the surrounding barriers to maintain the force field. Therefore, she very much hoped that Brother Jue would continue talking, preferably until the power of those eight impacts was exhausted or the sand in the hourglass ran out…

“However…the method ‘she’ taught me can solve this problem very well.” Feng Bujue’s expression changed slightly, and he continued from where he left off, “Let’s use City Lord Ji’s defensive force field as an example…it seems like a perfect circle, but…what if I simultaneously apply eight high-intensity, slightly different impacts to this circle from eight regular and opposing directions? What would happen?”

“A terrifying man…” At this moment, Ji Fenglong had already given Feng Bujue such an evaluation in her heart. She thought to herself, “After using that move just now, his own body has been overwhelmed and almost collapsed…but his expression is still so calm, and his thoughts and words are so well-organized…not to mention ordinary people, even a Yuansheng-level expert could not possibly do what he has done in such a state of severe physical damage and unbearable pain…”

“The result is like this…although your Saint-Essence Wall has not yet been broken through, but…” Feng Bujue continued, “…a flaw has already appeared.”

At this point, Brother Jue raised a hand and pointed it at the Saint-Essence Wall in front of Ji Fenglong. The place he pointed to was exactly where a set of cracks converged: “If I’m not mistaken…that is the breakthrough point of your Saint-Essence force field…and if you follow this trajectory further…even your protective qi shield can be broken along with it.”

Hearing this, a hint of fear flashed in Ji Fenglong’s eyes; followed by a trace of murderous intent…

“How dare he…a gambling match actually allowed an unknown tea house owner…to see through my weakness…” When Ji Fenglong thought of this, she had almost made up her mind to kill Feng Bujue.

It turned out that the place Brother Jue had pointed to just now…three-tenths of an inch to the side of Ji Fenglong’s navel…was precisely where this Yuansheng’s weakness lay.

A weakness…for cultivators, is like “Siegfried’s leaf-shaped mark,” “Achilles’ heel,” or “Özil in the wall”…in short, it is a very crucial weakness that cannot be overcome through cultivation.

One’s own weakness is usually only known to oneself, and even the master who teaches you will not know where your weakness is. In most cases, this secret will be carried into the coffin by the cultivator; unless the person tells it themselves, others will never be able to see it.

However, Feng Bujue, who was completely unaware of this, directly “pointed” out Ji Fenglong’s weakness. This…was enough to make the other party have murderous intentions.

“This person’s intelligence is quick, resourceful, and unpredictable, his skills are amazing and exquisite, and his temperament is even more incomprehensible and crazy…” Ji Fenglong thought, “Whether he is an enemy or a friend, he is someone I cannot control…I must find an opportunity to kill him…”

On the other side, Feng Bujue didn’t know what the other party was thinking, and he continued, “It is said that there is a power called the ‘Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.’ People who possess this power can see crisscrossing lines on the surface of things, as well as many points that make up the lines; the lines are ‘lines that easily divide and destroy objects,’ and the points are ‘the death of things’…” He paused, “Although I don’t possess this heaven-defying rare ability, my move [Raging Leg - Eight Gates Kay Bird] can use the principles of Qimen Dunjia to make the ‘lines’ appear within a certain period of time…”

“You’re just bragging…isn’t it just kicking a powerful Raging Leg from eight directions with slightly different strengths…and Qimen Dunjia…” Xu Huaishang in the pavilion narrowed her eyes and said.

“Well…the sand is almost running out…” Feng Bujue ignored Xu Huaishang’s complaints, glanced at the hourglass, and then raised the fingers of his right hand, “City Lord Ji, I’m about to break through your Saint-Essence Wall and protective qi shield. Don’t blame me if my finger touches your abdomen later.”

“Wait!” A look of urgency appeared on Ji Fenglong’s face, and she immediately stopped him, “No need! I concede!”

In the midst of the crisis, Ji Fenglong’s judgment remained quite rational. Knowing that she was already bound to lose, she at least couldn’t let that man take advantage of her…

You must know that since she could remember, no man had ever touched Ji Fenglong’s body. Not to mention physical contact, she had never even had her arm brushed against through clothing. The gambling match before her was proposed with the mindset that she “absolutely would not be touched.”

Therefore, she decisively chose to concede and stopped Feng Bujue’s actions.

Brother Jue also seemed “very gracious.” He shrugged his shoulders and showed an ambiguous expression, saying, “Alright, I accept your concession.” With that, he turned around and jumped back into the stone pavilion.

“Phew…that’s great.” As soon as Brother Jue’s feet landed, he staggered a few steps and fell towards the stone table.

“Hey…are you okay…” This time it was Xu Huaishang who became nervous. She hurriedly stepped forward to help Brother Jue and helped him sit down at the table.

“Of course, I’m not okay…” Feng Bujue replied, “I only have 12% of my survival value left, I used up more than 2,000 stamina points, and I also used up a pretty good consumable item.”

“You’re quite the try-hard…” Xu Huaishang stammered, “Um…thank you.”

In the end, Brother Jue risked his life, and objectively speaking, it was also to “save” Goddess Xu. Thinking of this, Xu Huaishang sincerely said thank you.

Unfortunately…this gratitude quickly disappeared, because…

“No need to thank me…” Feng Bujue replied, “Actually, I was originally planning to sell you out…I was just bluffing just now. If she had refused to surrender, I would have been done for.” He spread his hands and nonchalantly continued, “My current physical condition no longer allows me to make ultra-high-speed movements in a short period of time. Even if I found the other party’s weakness, I would not be able to break through those two layers of defense with my body alone.”

“What!” Xu Huaishang’s face turned red with anger when she heard this, but she immediately suppressed her anger, glanced at Ji Fenglong on the lotus pond in the distance (Ji Fenglong’s surrounding energy had not yet dissipated, so she couldn’t move yet), and then lowered her voice to Brother Jue, “Then why did you play that double-down gambling game? Are you sick?”

“You don’t understand…this is the advanced way to bluff.” Feng Bujue replied, “Even if you have a bunch of scattered cards in your hand, as long as there is a possibility of a flush on the table, if you shout all-in against someone holding three Aces, the other person will have to panic.”

“It’s just putting on a confident act to court death?” Xu Huaishang responded.

“It is precisely because I ‘put on a confident act to court death’ that the other party felt psychological pressure.” Feng Bujue continued, “Furthermore, my [Raging Leg - Eight Gates Kay Bird], as well as that theory of Qimen Dunjia, are all genuine…this is called reality within illusion, and illusion within reality…in this back-and-forth between illusion and reality, the other party’s psychological pressure gradually accumulates until the end…making her believe the fake as real, thereby making that decision to surrender.”

“But all of this is based on one premise…” Xu Huaishang followed Brother Jue’s train of thought and continued, “You were sure that she would rather admit defeat than let you touch her?”

“I had about a 70-80% certainty.” Feng Bujue replied, “Of course, I wouldn’t be afraid if she really felt that it was okay for me to touch her. I would promptly reveal a lustful expression, make up a more lewd move name, and ask one more question before making a move…‘City Lord Ji, are you ready to take my move, Plucking Chrysanthemums and Fondling Mounds?’” (This is a crude and humorous move name.)

“Oh…” When she heard this, the expression on Xu Huaishang’s face returned to calm; she “Oh”ed, remained silent for a moment, and then looked directly at Brother Jue, and couldn’t help but say, “Honestly, your shamelessness is truly refreshing…”