At this moment, I walked directly on the lake, as if the lake was not the lake, but the solid ground. It seemed very magical, but its technical principle was quite simple and simple.

In essence, this is no different from the average person who treads water.

If an ordinary person falls into the lake, as long as he is slightly watery, then he thrusts his feet and padds with both hands, he can bring the body parts above his shoulders out of the water without drowning. However, if he is a martial arts master, even if he puts his hands behind his back and only uses his feet to exert force, it is enough to bring the body parts of his chest and above out of the water, as if there are reefs in the water for him to stand.

Some people even studied this skill specifically, using the soles and toes in the water to continuously exert force, and then bring all the upper body out of the water. When they reach this point, some people began to praise it as the "water-proofing magical power". In theory, they can go further and eventually reach the point where water is not as good as knees, but this is also the ultimate of this skill. According to my observation, this is the field where the martial artist who fought with me a long time ago is located. Although I have never seen the martial artist perform this skill once, and have never heard of such rumors in the martial arts world, I think he should know it.

If I cooperate with the "turning zero into whole" to perform this skill, I can bring the body parts above my bare feet out of the water. Although I can continue, it will be nothing more than showing off my skills and there is no practical significance.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is no different from psychic energy. Indeed, after reaching a certain level of martial arts, it will cause the viewer to hallucinate that it is psychic energy. But in fact, this is far from psychic energy. Because, compared to the tricks like me who have worked so hard to temporarily stand on the water surface, no matter how I think, the swordsman who can do such things by just "thinking" is more powerful.

But he didn't seem to think so. Seeing me doing this, his face became dazed? "The magical power of water-proofing..." Then? His expression suddenly distorted, "How could it be--"

"It's nothing great. Martial arts can exert strength in their entire body? When you reach the depths, you can use water and fire to clear the fire? In other words, you can shake the flames and water droplets that touch your body, and you can do it. And now you are just going further? You just step on the water at a very fast speed, forming the illusion of being able to stand on the lake." I said? "With your talent and quality? Even if you don't calculate your spiritual energy, as long as you focus on this technique for several years, you can at least achieve the level of water not being able to stand on the knee."

"Do you think I will believe it? Where is this still a martial art? It is clearly a magic trick! An inexplicable monster like you who don't know which universe you fly? Don't just keep the word "martial arts" casually!" He shouted, and at the same time he rushed towards me.

His psychic energy became more fierce, which meant that his thoughts poured into the power were more explosive. This is a good thing for the psychic, but he is a martial artist. Such emotional behavior will only make his sword path easier to understand.

I turned sideways and avoided his sting. After that, he continued to sting and slash? But I still saw through it. His extraordinary swordsmanship, which he had been transformed into after becoming a psychic, is now gradually being included in my palm.

Suddenly? He seemed to have finally waited for some opportunity and suddenly retreated. He stood there more than ten meters away, and then pointed the tip of the knife at me.

At the same time? The lake at our feet began to shine with moon-white glow? It was as if the lake water was converted into some kind of luminous chemical liquid.

"That's the end? Touch." As the lake light was extremely fierce, he also made a voice to me, "Although it's a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands, it's all over. Go back to your original universe."

It seems that this is the real trap that he and the Ceres prepared for me. It is the repatriation ceremony for the "touch of the foreign gods", and the trump card of the withered believers for touch.

He was indeed not running away before, but was trying to lead me here. Is it because their ritual needs to be used by the lake? Only when I stand on the lake can the ceremony be started? No, even if I stand on the lake, it will be included in the scope of effect. He just wanted to attract me to approach the lake, but he didn't expect that I could walk on the lake.

While thinking, I watched the lake light occupy my entire field of view.

Then, the lake light disappeared, and in just two or three seconds it disappeared. No special happened. The swordsman on the opposite side had already put the demon sword and tiger chess down, and I was still standing there. Not to mention the repatriation, the lake light could not even move me a millimeter. The repatriation ceremony for touch would not have worked for me as a human being.

He looked at me in a daze.

But I had no intention of staying in a daze with him. Before he could come back to his senses, I immediately rushed towards him. Until my fist almost hit him, he pulled his mind back from his dullness and quickly swung his knife to force me to return to defense, but it seemed that he still couldn't accept the reality.

"Impossible, this is a ritual that can return touch to the universe where the body is located..." He said vaguely, "How could it fail... Since that's the case, you are..."

"Can't you see it?" I said, "I'm a human."

"I...I won't admit it!" His voice became more and more crazy, "How could it be possible to admit it! A guy like you, a monster like you, can a human being-"

He roared and swung his sword. At the same time, his body and the spiritual energy carried on the blade actually changed so far.

This is no longer limited to the so-called special psychics. Faced with such a huge amount of psychic energy, I suspect that even if I am just scratched and abrasion will burst into pieces in an instant and turn into a fatal injury.

Even so, his blade still couldn't touch me. He made an incredible voice, "Why-"

"Don't you understand? I have seen through all the martial arts you re-adapted based on your psychic energy." I said, "So that's it. When you were re-adapting, you were still concerned about my insight. This is a brand new martial art designed to prevent me from being understood. But this is no longer useful. If you have any other ideas in the future, take them out and let me see."

Hearing this, he roared loudly, acting like anger and fear.

His secret to his power lies in superhuman martial arts and psychic energy in the special realm. But the problem is that once his martial arts are completely seen through, his moves will be easier to understand than ordinary psychics. I have to say that he uses psychic energy to directly manipulate muscles to avoid me seeing signs of moves. This idea is very good, but if even his fighting psychology is fully mastered, then the question of whether there are signs of moves is simply an irrelevant link.

And as the battle continued, something even more overwhelming in Libra happened - although his psychic energy became stronger and even surpassed the special realm, my movements became more and more powerful and agile.

Why did it become like this? Is it because my body has become stronger in the battle? Of course not.

It's because he is taking out his own psychic energy to strengthen my body.

Of course, he could not have deliberately strengthened my enemy. I have already answered this puzzled thing. In fact, although this phenomenon is very rare, I have seen it several times before. If nothing unexpected happens, it is probably because he is really afraid of me.

Because he was afraid of me and he established an image of me in his subconscious mind, his spiritual energy temporarily became stronger.

This bizarre transformation started with his realization that I was not touch, or rather, with his realization that I was not a monster.

I can only guess this: he is not afraid that I am a monster, because if I am a monster, everything can be explained; but if I am a human, it seems indescribable.

This is not incomprehensible, because I occasionally feel a little outrageous. If I were not me, but others, I would definitely not believe that a guy who could walk on the water was just a martial artist. This speculation really made me feel mixed. I have played a monster for so many years just to scare people, but some people are afraid that I am not a monster.

Yes, for him, the most terrifying thing that can defeat him is probably not that I am a monster, but that I am actually a human being.

But maybe... this is not the first time I have seen such a thing.

Once a person sees a high wall that he can't climb over, he will easily deify it or demonize it without authorization.

I thought I had a special demonic eye, thought I was the touch of an alien god, or thought others were descendants of the ancient super psychics, and thought others were the reincarnation of a great swordsman... I think this may be fundamentally the same thing.

While the swordsman's spiritual energy is powerful, it seems to be moving towards chaos. If he is left alone, he may become a monster. But before that, I will execute him first.

His out-of-control spiritual energy is gradually leaving the blade and turning into a blue light sword energy, sweeping across the lake. But when these sword energy reach the surface of my body, they all turned into nothing. This is not because I have extraordinary defense, but because he must have hit him from the bottom of his heart and thought that his sword energy could not kill me.

Seeing this, I said to him: "You can't beat me up with fear."

This sentence is not for reminding, but for making the enemy more shaken. This is a bad habit that I have deeply rooted in. It was not until the words were spoken that I realized what I said. Then I thought that maybe this was a bad move.

"Stop it!" the swordsman shouted in a collapse, his psychic energy expanding like never before.

I retreated to the lakeside, and at the same time, spiritual phantoms burst out from him, and I couldn't count them for a while. But this time, these spiritual phantoms were not as solid as he used Yan Hui last time, but all merged into his body in an instant.

The next moment, the demon sword Hu Che in his hand burst out with dazzling light, and then, along with him, turned into only one moon-white sword light, breaking through the sound barrier - and even continuing to accelerate, slashing towards me who was standing on the lakeside at a speed far above the sound.

This is neither the first generation of Yan Hui nor the later generations of Yan Hui. Instead, it combines the two into one and adds to the ultimate flash released by his own spiritual energy. In the true sense, it has reached the realm of the demon-subduing expert. Even if the demon-subduing expert encounters, it must temporarily avoid the terrifying killing of the edge.

However, no matter how powerful the blow was, I could never touch me with fear.

I took a step forward at the same time, and used my hand instead of the knife, interspersed with him who was attacking me at super speed.

With a sound of steel breaking, the knife in his hand broke into two pieces, and the front half rotated and flew into the air at high speed, then fell down and pierced deeply into the ground.

I put away my hand knife and looked back.

He stood silently a few meters behind me, and the spiritual light on his body was extinguished. Two seconds later, a large amount of blood burst out from his body, and he could no longer support his body. He knelt on the ground with a broken knife. But soon, he lost the strength to hold the knife and fell completely to the ground.

I walked to him, but heard him talking to himself, his voice was quite blurry, "I have obviously gotten the special level of spiritual energy...I am..." At this point, his voice was so blurry that it could not be heard clearly, and then he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which became somewhat clearer, "How could I lose again and again..."

"You lost to the psychics a long time ago, didn't you?" I asked, "Why just focus on me and not challenge that psychic?"

He turned his eyes to me, and after a while, he said, "The martial artist lost to the psychic...isn't this taken for granted?"

"Martial arts are not as good as psychics after all... Occasionally, there are rumors that martial artists defeat psychics, or even the super psychics, but... as long as you check, you will know that they are all fake." He said, "Some people also said that there is a martial artist called Faceless Man in Beaver City, who can even defeat powerful psychics... So I tried to find them a few months ago, before joining the Earth Center Church. However, they said that Faceless Man retired. They are all fake... Retirement is definitely just a saying, because there is no such person at all... Only becoming a psychic..."

It seems that just as the Grain God said in my childhood memories, the Earth-centered Church did not particularly accept him, so he did not know much about intelligence. For example, the Faceless Man, that is, I, exists, and because it is possible that he is a prophet, some withered believers have tried to encircle me.

When I heard him say this, I said to him directly, "I am a faceless person."

He was stunned, then smiled and coughed up blood while laughing.

"I don't know what you thought about in the temple after you lost, and I don't want to know why you had to treat me as a monster." I said, "But, since you are so sad, have you really never thought about it?"

"What have you thought about?" he asked back.

I pondered my words, "Maybe, I can do it myself. Although others say it is impossible and there is no end, it will be very hard and there will be many setbacks, but..."

Before I could finish speaking, he slowly took over the words.

"Even if someone can do it..." As he said, his face showed a look of confusion, "But how could it be me?"

Hearing this, I suddenly felt uninterested and wanted to end the conversation.

But before I could do it, I suddenly realized that unlike last time, he had already died after saying this.

But for a while, there was a commotion in the distance. The villagers followed the movement, holding torches and came here to check what was going on. I noticed that the little boy in the plaid shirt was also among them. Perhaps the movement during the battle was too loud, so I woke him up in advance. Seeing the swordsman lying on the ground, the villagers seemed to recognize him as the person who was acting with the Ceres according to his face and dress, and there was a noise.

When my childhood friend saw me standing on the lakeside and the falling swordsman, his face changed drastically. He stopped for a moment and suddenly rushed to the swordsman's body. He first picked up the broken knife, stabbed the corpse hard a few times, then picked up the broken knife with both hands, showed me a flattering smile, and delivered it to me. The villagers looked at him in surprise.

Instead of taking the broken knife, I looked at the woods in the distance. The dying Cerd God is still there, and I must give him a last blow, so that it will be the real end.

The screams of the broken demon sword tiger sucking the essence and blood of the body were heard in his ears.

After that, it's all over.

Three days later, a piece of news that shocked the league spread throughout the streets and alleys of the league. A martial artist with the pseudonym "Martial Man" defeated the super psychics one-on-one in public, facing each other, bare hands. This is the first record in the history of the league.

Four days later, the martial artist went to Beaver City to meet me, and targeted the swordsman and conveyed the information that he had been told.

"You're late." I said to him.

He was stunned, "What?"

I told him about the recent incident, and after hearing it, he sighed, "It seems that I'm a waste of time."

If my duel with the swordsman was postponed for at least three days, then maybe everything would be different. Although now, this assumption lacks practical significance. I couldn't help but think so, and then exchanged martial arts experience with the martial artist.

After the end, he got up, nodded and said goodbye to me, and turned around and walked towards the exit.

"Wait." I stopped him.

He asked without looking back: "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you say before, there's a saying, do you have to say to the faceless person in person?" I said, "Now I'm here, what are you going to say to me?"

The 70-year-old man turned to look at me and replied, "Although I have never beat you once, don't be too proud, I will catch up sooner or later."

After saying that, he ignored the eyes of others, laughed loudly and left.
Chapter completed!