Colonial Suit

No one can describe how fast and dense the meteors released by Blood Pupil were.

But under the effect of time stop, Blood Pupil's body and spirit would experience spasmodic super-speed. The power of the released Chaotic Wind was more than five times greater? Although Limit Chaotic Wind still had the foundation of Chaotic Wind, its essence was no longer Chaotic Wind. It was a storm!

Because quantitative change would eventually lead to qualitative change!

In the roaring sound, the blue light meteors in the sky became faster and denser, and finally formed a blue storm sweeping across the valley, engulfing all the rocks. The sharp energy raged, and the aftershock alone shattered the rocks into dust! The sonic boom it caused shattered the forest!

If this were reality, Blood Pupil's attack would frighten even a comet-level powerhouse.

But alas, this is not reality after all.

In the blue storm, a lazy voice rang out. "Don't bother, this kind of attack with only power cannot hurt me."

What!?

Blood Pupil's pupils suddenly contracted, he retracted his fist, and retreated backward. The aftershock of the energy followed him like a shadow, carving a long gully in the rocky ground.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the rocky ground with a radius of hundreds of meters was crushed by Chaotic Wind, leveled off. All the vegetation was swept away, as if a piece of the surface had been dug away out of thin air.

But in the very center of this mess, the figure of the Bandage Merchant was slowly emerging from the ground.

That's right, emerging.

He was clearly buried by rocks, but as he moved, the surrounding rocks were squeezed away like water waves, creating a feeling of floating up from under the water. The conflict between hardness and softness made people feel sick to their stomachs. What surprised Blood Pupil even more was that after taking his Limit Chaotic Wind head-on, the Bandage Merchant's spirit body seemed to be completely undamaged, every line was so bright, every line was so clear.

How is this possible??

Even if this is a virtual world, even if the origin of the spirit body is mental power, how could the Bandage Merchant be unscathed under his dense attack? Blood Pupil clearly remembered that his spirit body suffered a lot of damage when he was hit by the Bandage Merchant's Lightning Cross.

How could he be fine?

"I said, your attack with only power cannot hurt me," the Bandage Merchant explained, seemingly seeing Blood Pupil's doubts.

"The Chaotic Wind just now looked very dense and powerful. Even triggered a qualitative change in the end. But you forgot one thing. Micro-control.

You can't control the trajectory of every punch, you can't specify the hit point of every punch, you're just waving them around randomly. Although this kind of Chaotic Wind looks very powerful, the real threat it poses to me is very small.

"The real Chaotic Wind is like this."

As he said, the Bandage Merchant moved his left hand casually, and with a sharp buzzing sound, a burst of streamer exploded from his left arm. However, these streamers were not as violent as Blood Pupil's, but converged to a point in a wonderful arc. A piece of rock 300 meters away was condensed by the streamer and instantly turned into a cloud of dust.

Blood Pupil's eyes changed immediately. Unlike ordinary people, he could naturally see the power of this move.

The Bandage Merchant's Chaotic Wind didn't look as violent as his, and it wasn't as powerful. But the countless trajectories that slid across the void were full of agility and cunning. Especially when it finally converged to a point, the power it erupted was more than ten thousand times greater? It can be said that the power of the Bandage Merchant's casual blow, when condensed, was even greater than his Limit Chaotic Wind.

That was truly compressing the fist force to a point! It was absolutely condensed power!!

"The attack power of Chaotic Wind includes several aspects, first is fist pressure, second is thought, and third is the entity," the Bandage Merchant said calmly after unleashing this blow. "But from beginning to end, I only saw violence and disorder in your Chaotic Wind. The fist pressure is scattered, and the thought is weak. Although relying on the entity's fist force can cause a certain effect, it actually doesn't even exert one percent of the power of Chaotic Wind."

"Maybe you think Chaotic Wind is a fist technique that wins with quantity, the more disordered the better. But what I want to tell you is that the real Chaotic Wind is to obtain that fleeting inspiration in the chaos. Condensing the coldest killing intent in the violence. Law is the ultimate meaning of Chaotic Wind! Thought is the essence of Chaotic Wind!"

"Randomly waving fists only looks scary, but the real fist technique must always rely on control! Control the enemy, control yourself!"

"This is impossible..." Blood Pupil listened quietly to the Bandage Merchant's explanation, but his eyes were a little confused.

He also knew that what the Bandage Merchant said made sense. But Chaotic Wind was the fist technique he was most familiar with, so how could he not know how difficult what the Bandage Merchant said was?

That's right, controlling the direction of each punch and finally condensing it to a point can indeed produce unparalleled power. But when Chaotic Wind is truly used, when hundreds or even thousands of punches are thrown every second, who can care about the trajectory of each punch? Who can condense the thought of each punch? This is not a question of willingness, but simply impossible! Note: Readers can try it themselves, when you put all your energy into speed, you will not be able to control the landing point of your fist.

"Impossible, because you haven't learned to control it yet!" The Bandage Merchant shrugged his shoulders and said regretfully. "Haven't learned to create laws, master laws."

As he said, he once again unleashed Chaotic Wind. But this time he didn't attack a certain point, but scattered the Chaotic Wind in the void. But Blood Pupil discovered that in his seemingly scattered Chaotic Wind, there seemed to be countless condensation points flickering, and every arc seemed to be changed and could be condensed and exploded at any time. Countless blue light meteors didn't have his violent taste at all, but were so agile and ethereal, clearly swept across the ground, but didn't even bring up a trace of dust.

Where is this still Chaotic Wind? This is clearly a group of elves laughing in the air!

"This...", Blood Pupil was completely stunned, looking at the fist force that seemed like a miracle in front of him, his eyes scattered. "This is not Chaotic Wind!"

"That's right, this is indeed not Chaotic Wind," the Bandage Merchant smiled slightly, retracted his fist force, leaving only countless scattered blue light spots in the air.

"This is the advanced mercenary fist technique, Wind Spirit!"

Wind Spirit!!

This name was like a muffled thunder hitting Blood Pupil's heart, making him stunned. In his mind, there were only the countless arcs that swept across the void, and the countless fleeting condensation points.

Wind Spirit... the essence in the wind... this is the ultimate meaning of Chaotic Wind. Truly turning scatteredness into control, turning decay into magic!

Compared to this, what was his previous Limit Chaotic Wind? Even if it was multiplied, how could it compare to Wind Spirit, which could change the condensation point at any time and attack countless fists at one point??

Unconsciously, Blood Pupil had been captured by the Bandage Merchant's aura, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

But this situation was suppressed by him in a while. Blood Pupil lowered his head and thought for a while, and when he raised his head again, he had returned to calm. "Thank you very much for your guidance, but I still won't give up.

"Heh..." The Bandage Merchant smiled, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes. "That's right, don't give up."

"I'm just telling you how to master the fist force, but I can't teach you how to fight. And here, the meaning of fist force is not great. What you need is to defeat me on the spiritual level."

"Spiritual level?" Blood Pupil was stunned, repeating in a murmur.

"That's right, spiritual level. That is to say, your comet characteristic!" The Bandage Merchant nodded. He continued, "Many people don't understand what a characteristic is, and they always confuse characteristics with so-called abilities. But they are all wrong. A characteristic is a characteristic, it belongs to advanced life forms, and it is only their glory."

"If you have to conceptualize characteristics, then you can use this analogy, abilities are usable, and characteristics do not need to be used. Once you have awakened a characteristic, then you will be affected by it all the time in your life. And more importantly, the characteristics of advanced life forms are very powerful, so powerful that ordinary people can hardly imagine."

"Like molecular touch?" Blood Pupil's mind recalled Balkro, who had fought with him not long ago. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"That's right, molecular touch is just a relatively special type of characteristic," the Bandage Merchant explained. "Its function is to allow the user to sense the surrounding microscopic molecules and make limited contact. But that's all. If it's stronger, there are also molecular drive, molecular fusion, molecular fusion, etc...."

"There are so many more..." Blood Pupil was a little dumbfounded. He had already worked hard enough in the battle with Balkro. He originally thought that Balkro's molecular touch must be a very powerful characteristic, but he didn't expect that this was just a foundation. And according to the Bandage Merchant, this characteristic can also develop a series of stronger and more incredible characteristics.

But thinking about it again, it's normal. After all, Balkro is just a comet-level, if his molecular touch is really that strong, I am afraid he would have broken through to a meteorite level already. This is a fair world, and every strong person has his own position. No one can get something for nothing.

So what about myself? What is my characteristic??

Blood Pupil lowered his head and thought deeply...

And on the opposite side, the Bandage Merchant looked at him with some satisfaction, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that you are still confused. If that's the case, let me give you another hint. Your characteristic can only be found in battle. Because you are different from ordinary people. So give up those unnecessary thoughts. Only battle can awaken your bloodline... let that ancient soul... open its eyes again..."

The Bandage Merchant didn't continue, but his hands turned into a sky of blue light in an instant.

"Take my punch, Wind Spirit, multiplication!"

What!?

Blood Pupil suddenly raised his head, and then was submerged in the boundless blue streamer... In just an instant, there were as many as seven condensation points erupting on his body.

The spirit body was in excruciating pain, and Blood Pupil was directly lifted into the sky...