“Generally speaking, when facing this kind of all-around, indiscriminate defense, choosing any one point and concentrating your strength to break through… is a viable strategy.” Feng Bujue continued, “But this method is ineffective against a force field that can be ‘instantaneously fine-tuned’.” He looked at Ji Fenglong and said, “Take your Saint Origin Wall, City Lord Ji… if I were to concentrate all my slashes in the same direction, it would be easier for you. You could immediately transfer all the Saint Origin power of the entire force field to the point of impact, steadily blocking the attack.”

Ji Fenglong had no strength left to respond to Jue-Ge’s words…

At this moment, although Ji Fenglong’s Saint Origin Wall had not yet collapsed, it was covered in cracks and on the verge of breaking. She could only continuously output Saint Origin power to the surrounding barriers to maintain the integrity of the force field. Therefore, she desperately hoped that Jue-Ge 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, “Let’s take City Lord Ji’s defensive force field as an example… it looks like a perfect circle, but… what if I simultaneously applied 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 given Feng Bujue such an evaluation in her heart. She thought to herself, “After using that move just now, his own body is already overwhelmed and almost falling apart… but his expression is still so calm, and his thoughts and words are so methodical and orderly… Not to mention ordinary people, even a Yuan Saint-level expert is unlikely to be able to do what he is doing when his body is severely damaged and in great pain…”

“The result is like this… although your Saint Origin Wall has not yet been breached, but…” Feng Bujue’s words continued, “…a flaw has already appeared.”

At this point, Jue-Ge raised one hand and pointed at the Saint Origin Wall in front of Ji Fenglong. The place he pointed to was precisely where a set of cracks converged: “If I’m not mistaken… that’s the breakthrough point of your Saint Origin force field… and, following this trajectory… even your body-protecting qi shield can be broken along with it.”

Hearing these words, a trace of fear flashed in Ji Fenglong’s eyes; followed by a hint of killing intent…

“Unreasonable… a gambling match actually allowed the owner of a broken sword teahouse with an unknown background… 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 Jue-Ge had just pointed to… about three-tenths of an inch from Ji Fenglong’s navel… was precisely the Yuan Saint’s weak point.

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

One’s own weak point is usually only known to oneself; even the master who imparts knowledge will not know where the disciple’s weak point is. In most cases, this secret will be carried by the cultivator into the coffin; unless the person tells it themselves, others will not be able to see it.

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

“This person’s wisdom is quick and cunning, his skills are superb and exquisite, and his temperament is even more incomprehensible and unpredictable…” Ji Fenglong said, “Whether he is a friend or foe, he is beyond my control… I must find an opportunity to kill him…”

On the other side, Feng Bujue did not know what the other party was thinking, and he continued, “It is said that there is a kind of ability called ‘Mystic Eyes of Death Perception’. People who possess this ability can see intersecting 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 the object’, and the points are ‘the death of things’…” He paused for a moment, “Although I do not possess this rare and heaven-defying ability, my move [Lan Jiao - Eight Gates Kai Bird] can use the principles of Qimen Dunjia to make the ‘lines’ appear within a certain period of time…”

“Just bragging… isn’t it just kicking eight powerful Lan Jiao from eight directions with slightly different weights… and Qimen Dunjia…” Xu Huishang in the pavilion narrowed her eyes and said.

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

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

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

You should know that since she could remember, Ji Fenglong’s body had never been touched by a man. Not to mention physical contact, she had never even had her arm brushed against through her clothes. This gambling match was also proposed by her with the mentality that she would “absolutely not be touched”.

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

And Jue-Ge also seemed “very graceful”. He shrugged and showed an ambiguous expression, saying, “Okay, you’re too kind.” After saying that, he turned around and jumped back into the stone pavilion.

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

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

“Of course I’m not okay…” Feng Bujue replied, “My survival value is only 12% left, I’ve used up more than two thousand stamina points, and I’ve also used up a pretty good consumable item.”

“You’re pretty dedicated…” Xu Huishang stuttered and continued, “Um… thank you.”

In the end, Jue-Ge risked his life, objectively speaking, to “save” Goddess Xu. Thinking of this, Xu Huishang 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 resolutely refused to surrender, then I would have been done for.” He spread his hands and continued nonchalantly, “My current physical condition does not allow me to make super-high-speed movements again in a short period of time. Even if I found the other party’s weakness, I would not have the ability to break through those two layers of defense with my physical body.”

“What!” Xu Huishang’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 (the energy around Ji Fenglong had not dissipated, so she could not move yet), and then lowered her voice to Jue-Ge, “Then why did you play the double bet? Are you sick?”

“You don’t understand… this is the advanced way to bluff.” Feng Bujue replied, “Even if you have a pile of scattered cards in your hand, as long as there is a possibility of a flush on the card face, if you shout showdown with the other party who has three Aces, the other party will have to panic.”

“It’s just putting on a look of confidence to act recklessly?” Xu Huishang responded.

“It was precisely because I ‘put on a look of confidence to act recklessly’ that the other party psychologically felt the pressure.” Feng Bujue continued, “Furthermore, my [Lan Jiao - Eight Gates Kai Bird], as well as that set of Qimen Dunjia theories, are all genuine… This is called having reality within the illusion, and illusion within reality… In this interplay of illusion and reality, the other party’s psychological pressure gradually accumulated, until finally… she believed the false to be true, and thus made the decision to surrender.”

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

“I’m about 70 or 80 percent sure.” Feng Bujue replied, “Of course, if she really felt that it didn’t matter if I touched her, I wouldn’t be afraid either. I would show a lustful expression in time, make up a more lewd move name, and ask again before making a move… ‘City Lord Ji, are you ready to receive my move, Twisting Chrysanthemums and Playing with Hills?’”

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