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From the very beginning, when Lufan devised this plan in the cave, his goal was to destroy the middle-aged man's eyes. As long as he could blind him, whether to fight or flee afterward would be a significant advantage.
He never thought that a mere imitation grenade could take down a Bone Refinement Realm practitioner; that was simply wishful thinking. If a master could be dealt with so easily, they would be far too worthless. In fact, the success of the current plan already relied heavily on luck.
Originally, in his plan, after blinding the middle-aged man, the remaining battle should have been left to Duanmu Xue and the others, allowing him to remain hidden and take no credit.
However, he did not expect that Duanmu Xue and the others were all severely injured, with none of them capable of fighting back, and even moving was extremely difficult for them.
This greatly disrupted his plans and caught him off guard. In the end, he had no choice but to step in himself.
According to Lufan, even in this world of Martial Cultivators, sensing the outside world still relies on the most basic five senses. There might be something like intuition, but there are no unreasonable abilities like divine consciousness or spiritual perception; at least Bone Refinement Realm Martial Cultivators could not possess such capabilities.
While conversing with the middle-aged man, he was desperately thinking about how to handle the current situation, especially how to avoid his perception after successfully blinding him.
After searching through his mind, he finally focused on a particular martial art: Turtle Breathing Divine Skill!
Turtle Breathing Divine Skill is a technique that allows one to completely suppress their breath. It can enable a person to temporarily stop breathing for an extended period and even halt their heartbeat, putting them into a state of false death that others cannot detect.
In Jin Yong's novels, Yang Guo was once deceived by Hong Qigong using this technique. Even the cunning Ouyang Feng was tricked by Wang Chongyang's use of this skill, ultimately being ambushed and severely injured by Wang Chongyang's Xiantian Gong combined with One Yang Finger, forcing him to escape. This illustrates the power of Turtle Breathing Divine Skill.
Upon discovering this Turtle Breathing Divine Skill, Lufan felt overjoyed as a bold plan began to take shape in his mind. Although he was unsure if it would succeed, given the current situation, he had no choice but to take a risk.
Turtle Breathing Divine Skill is not complicated. Despite Lufan's current strength and status, if judged by Earth's martial arts standards, his realm is undoubtedly high. He has achieved the innate state where all meridians are opened—something every martial artist dreams of—combined with his strong ability to control himself, allowing him to learn this skill almost instantly and use it effortlessly.
After the middle-aged man was blinded by the explosion, Lufan continuously used Lingbo Weibu to move around him. Indeed, Lingbo Weibu lived up to its reputation as the king of body techniques; the opponent did not notice him at all.
By the time the middle-aged man calmed down and stood still trying to locate Lufan, he had already employed Turtle Breathing Divine Skill to evade his detection.
Lufan's current posture is quite unique, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, his back slightly hunched, and his body leaning forward. He resembles a divine turtle crawling on the surface of the water, with his heartbeat, breathing, temperature, and all vital signs perfectly suppressed, not revealing even a hint of his presence—like a stubborn rock or a dead tree.
Thus, the middle-aged man is completely unaware that there is actually a living person right in front of him. He never imagined that the junior he thought was hiding in the shadows was so boldly lurking right under his nose—truly right beneath his eyelids!
In fact, given the middle-aged man's current state, if he were to make even the slightest movement, even stirring up a bit of wind, he would undoubtedly sense Lufan's presence.
However, he is too wary of Lufan. After calming down, he has been extremely cautious, not daring to move at all for fear that any sound he makes might affect his judgment and cause him to miss the opportunity to discover Lufan.
For Lufan, the plan has already succeeded by more than half so far; now it remains to seize this rare opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and eliminate this powerful enemy in one fell swoop.
This is not easy. Although Lufan seems to have the upper hand now, that advantage relies on the middle-aged man being unable to detect him. This distance is actually a double-edged sword; while it provides Lufan with an excellent opportunity for a surprise attack, if the middle-aged man suddenly becomes aware of him, given his formidable reflexes, it is uncertain who would prevail.
Therefore, Lufan must ensure the success rate of his strike. Although his dagger is only half a foot away from the middle-aged man's heart, he knows this is not safe. Once he initiates an attack, it is entirely possible for the opponent to react before the dagger pierces his heart; if he merely shifts his body slightly, everything could be in vain.
Lufan must bring the dagger even closer; with each inch gained, his chances of success increase. Thus, he begins to move. His right hand extends slowly in a manner akin to a turtle emerging from water, inching closer to victory.
Previously, Lufan had not made a move because the Turtle Breathing Divine Skill has a flaw: to maintain a perfect state of apparent death and suppression of vital signs, one must remain completely still. Once movement occurs, there will inevitably be blood flow—meaning the heart will resume beating.
This presents an unsolvable dilemma. Therefore, Lufan has been focused on synchronizing with the middle-aged man's heartbeat, blending his own extremely faint heartbeat into that of the middle-aged man’s so that it goes unnoticed.
Now that he can finally grasp the opponent's heartbeat, he begins to act. He silently calculates that with each beat of the opponent's heart, his dagger advances slightly while his own heart also fluctuates just a bit.
This is akin to walking on a tightrope; it's like dancing on the edge of a knife. Outside, Duanmu Xue and others dare not even breathe as they watch intently, completely forgetting their own injuries.
The middle-aged man has searched many times but still failed to find any trace of that junior. Ultimately, he concludes that the junior has indeed escaped—he miscalculated.
This realization brings him some relief but also a tinge of disappointment. Although he harbors deep resentment towards this junior, he must admit that for someone like him who lives on the edge, there is a certain thrill in such life-and-death situations. Not being able to personally eliminate this junior leaves him feeling quite regretful.
Just as the Middle-aged Man was trying to relax, he suddenly sensed that something was off. After a moment of thought, he realized what it was: the heartbeats and breathing of the Juniors were abnormal.
The heartbeats and breaths of the Juniors had become restrained, carrying an air of caution. He was certain that this was not the state one would expect from someone who had been seriously injured.
They were tense! The Middle-aged Man quickly made this judgment, but what exactly were they tense about?
This was bad! One of the Juniors was still nearby, and in a place visible to several Juniors. It was clear that he must be doing something very important; otherwise, they wouldn't be acting this way!
The Middle-aged Man was startled. He began to listen intently again, sensing that the Junior was probably not far from him. However, no matter how hard he listened, he could only hear six heartbeats: five belonged to the severely injured Juniors, and the strongest heartbeat was his own. He couldn't hear the seventh.
Wait, his own heartbeat? Suddenly, the Middle-aged Man had a thought, a guess that even he found hard to believe because it seemed impossible!
But right now, he had no other choice. With a mindset of giving it a try, he controlled his Heart and disrupted his original heartbeat rhythm.
Thump!
Then he heard a heartbeat that did not belong to him. Although it was extremely faint, to the Middle-aged Man's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap!
Moreover, that heartbeat was less than three feet away from him!
At that moment, Lufan's dagger was also just three inches away from the Middle-aged Man's Heart!
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