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The footsteps that Lufan heard were strange; they varied in intensity, and the flow of energy within the Human Body was erratic and difficult to grasp, completely on a different level compared to those around him.
This was different from Uncle Fu's situation, where there was a pure crushing superiority in levels. Faced with such overwhelming power, Lufan had no way to respond.
However, this person used skill to keep their energy in constant flux, making it impossible for others to predict. Maintaining such a state is incredibly challenging and requires immense mental effort. Even with Lufan's current control, he would not engage in such a taxing endeavor.
Curiosity piqued, he wondered who this fool was that could maintain such a thankless state at all times.
Meanwhile, A Qi was casually walking with two bags of flour on his back. The flour at the shop had run out today, so the old man asked him to buy two bags from a store he frequently visited.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to maintaining this fluctuating energy state. As an assassin, he absolutely could not allow others to anticipate his next move; this habit had been ingrained into every action he took.
In the entire Seven Kill Tower, only he could achieve this. Even the old woman master praised him as the most talented assassin in the history of Seven Kill Tower.
Suddenly, he felt a gaze fixed upon him, landing precisely where he was about to step next.
Hmm? A Qi's heart stirred as he subtly shifted his foot placement. Almost simultaneously, that gaze adjusted and targeted A Qi's new intended spot.
At this moment, both had realized that the other was merely a young person like themselves. In shock, they also felt a competitive spirit rising within them.
I don't believe it! Both thought simultaneously.
A Qi changed his target again, but every time he altered his decision, Lufan's gaze shifted accordingly, forcing A Qi to change once more.
In just a few breaths' time, A Qi had already altered his landing point twenty-seven times. Yet without exception, Lufan noticed each change immediately, leaving A Qi unable to set his foot down.
This is bizarre! The ability to sense energy isn't supposed to be this extraordinary; could this guy be reading minds? A Qi shouted internally.
He knew that some people could predict actions by sensing changes in another's energy within their Human Body. The Secret Technique he practiced, "Thousand Illusions," was designed for such situations.
"Thousand Illusions" refers to keeping one's own bodily energy—including blood flow—in constant flux so that enemies can never predict when one will strike. Combined with other Secret Techniques from Seven Kill Tower, it became one of the best supportive techniques for assassins.
This was an extremely difficult Secret Technique to cultivate within Seven Kill Tower. Its rank wasn't high; the challenge lay in maintaining one's body in a state of "Thousand Illusions" as an instinctual ability. Among the younger generation of Seven Kill Tower, only A Qi had mastered this Secret Technique.
Of course, "Thousand Illusions" wasn't truly flawless; no matter how one changed their energy, there would always be signs when one actually made a move. However, A Qi had never considered that someone could catch those fleeting signs.
You might say that he is a master or a Grandmaster, but he had nothing to say. After all, at that level, many techniques are mysterious and unknown to outsiders.
However, the person in front of him was clearly just a young man like himself. If you were to say that he was already a Martial Arts Master, A Qi would swallow those two bags of flour right on the spot!
How could someone as brilliant and gifted as Lord A Qi not have achieved the level of a master yet? How could his peers possibly be ahead of him? He absolutely would not believe it.
In reality, A Qi was correct; Lufan indeed had not yet become a Martial Arts Master. However, he also could not imagine that Lufan had accomplished something even more astonishing than becoming a Martial Arts Master—he had already gained a portion of the power belonging to a Martial Arts Master!
Nevertheless, Lufan was not at ease either. He had given up sensing others and focused all his attention on A Qi, fully concentrating on sensing his changes in energy and blood.
One was controlling his own energy and blood, while the other was sensing someone else's; the difficulty between the two was completely different.
The two geniuses were competing in an unknown way on the street, involving various factors such as predictions and counter-predictions, mental calculations, and psychological deception. It was far more complex than actually engaging in a fight.
On the street, apart from the two of them, no one could perceive the intricacies involved.
Of course, to others, the two looked quite different.
The boy who had originally closed his eyes—everyone thought he was blind—was now wide-eyed with his eyeballs rolling around in confusion, looking utterly foolish.
The other one was even more comical; carrying two bags of flour, he stood still in a pose like a chicken standing on one leg. His foot hanging in mid-air trembled uncontrollably as if he were having a seizure.
These two must be crazy! Everyone thought in unison.
A Qi and Lufan had no time to care about what others thought. Their confrontation had reached a critical moment, and ultimately, A Qi's foot came down.
"Ah—"
Both sighed simultaneously; the result was in. Lufan failed to fully predict A Qi's landing point, and A Qi did not completely avoid Lufan's predicted landing area.
This round ended in a tie!
Their simultaneous sigh startled passersby nearby. An older woman couldn't help but curse, "Crazy!"
The two exchanged smiles; it was rare to encounter such an impressive peer, and they both felt a sense of mutual admiration.
"Hey, brother, I say if you don't chase after him soon, that guy who stole your money will disappear without a trace," A Qi suddenly spoke up.
"This is not a big deal. Look, my money is not in this." Lufan flipped his hand to reveal a money pouch.
At the same time he retrieved the money pouch, he also tapped the thief's hand, enough to ensure he would feel it for a day.
A Qi's eyes lit up. "Wow, you actually managed to distract yourself and get your money back. Impressive!"
Lufan didn't even notice when he had taken the money back from the thief.
"Same goes for you; aren't you carrying two bags of flour?" Lufan humbly replied.
"Good, very good! It's rare to meet someone as talented as me, A Qi. If you're willing, why don't you come over to my place for a drink? My treat!"
"Sure, that's exactly what I was thinking. However, let me treat you to the drinks. When a guest comes over, one should always bring a gift." Lufan wanted to get to know someone like him.
"Haha, that's even better! Besides, I have no money anyway. Let's go!" A Qi said this with an air of nonchalance, without a hint of embarrassment.
Lufan felt speechless; how could someone with no money still say they would treat others? It seemed he was quite the joker.
This was the first meeting between Lufan and A Qi, later referred to as the first encounter between the God of Martial Arts and the Assassin Emperor.
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