Devouring the Stars: Reboot, Serpent of Eternity!

Chapter 18 The mood of speed and slowness!

Realizing the shortcomings of the secret method of exerting force, Jiang Zhe was a little frustrated.

But he immediately adjusted himself and returned to the calm state of mind. His mind was running rapidly and he was actively exploring more possibilities.

"I need to master higher-level skills, I want to step into the artistic conception level!"

Artistic conception-level body skills or artistic conception-level marksmanship!
"Both is fine!"

"The former can make guerrilla tactics possible. The artistic conception-level movement skills are enough to play with lord-level monsters, and can make up for the exposed flaws when the full force is unleashed."

"The latter strives to kill with one strike!"

"As long as my body can withstand the impact of the first collision without having to do it again, the battle will be over."

Jiang Zhe still did not give up challenging the powerful enemy.

……

That night, the uncle responsible for delivering supplies and experience packs arrived, and Jiang Zhe temporarily stopped practicing his gene energy.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard my uncle's deep voice coming from a distance.

Jiang Chengbo, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, is nearly two meters tall and has an arrogant figure. Standing there, he gives people a sense of solidity, which is involuntarily convincing.

"Has he completed it now? The second stage? But it took me three years to get to this point..." The uncle's tone was filled with mixed emotions.

The old man said leisurely: "Haven't you noticed yet? Xiaozhe is very good at 'training the body', whether it is exerting force or genetic energy."

After Jiang Chengbo thought about it, he nodded and said, "It looks like the God of Thunder!"

The corner of the old man's mouth curled up, "Stronger than Thor, and much stronger. He is already 10 times more powerful!"

"Yes, 10 times!" Jiang Chengbo laughed: "I can't wait to see the birth of the first secret book on earth!"

The old man waved his hand, "Let me sum it up. Don't let such trivial matters interfere with Xiaozhe's practice. I got inspiration from him and some ideas."

"Well, indeed, Xiaozhe still wants to focus on cultivation, and there is no rush to compile the secret book."

Jiang Chengbo agreed, then suddenly asked out of curiosity: "By the way, dad, is that lord-level golden-haired ape over there?"

"Xiao Zhe killed him."

"Ah? Are you still cultivating Xiaozhe's spiritual skills these days?"

"No, Xiaozhe wanted to use warrior methods to challenge the lord-level monster, so I found him this golden-haired ape. He was caught off guard, and finally used the methods of a mentalist to come back and kill him."

Jiang Chengbo looked strange, "Dad, are you trying to frustrate Xiaozhe's spirit? Otherwise, choose a pig lord for him. Even though Xiaozhe is just a junior warrior, he can control 10 times the force, and he can still use martial arts skills. I can barely handle it.”

Jiang Zhe, who was eavesdropping: "???"

Only then did he remember that there were differences in the combat power of different types of monsters at the same level.

The strongest ones are undoubtedly the mysteriously mutated dragon beasts.

The humanoid lord-level monster is definitely stronger than the God of War at the same level.

The old man coughed twice and said, "Don't tell the truth when you see it! Let this silly boy be depressed for a while, and then he can polish his spear skills to perfection."

Jiang Zhe: ...

He immediately closed his eyes, pretended not to know about his uncle's arrival, and continued to practice his genetic energy.

"Ten times the force is equivalent to a large-yield artillery shell. I can't use it for suicide attacks and ensure my own survival. So, I need to create a launcher to shoot the shells out and cause the best damage."

……

Practice in the wilderness area, No. 11 days.

Due to conditions, the third stage of gun-piercing - "mirror-piercing" training was not conducted.

In the morning, Jiang Zhe and his uncle had a shooting competition.

Then, he was defeated by a martial arts routine called "Seven Exploration Snake Coiling Gun".

Seven kinds of attacks, one after another, the spear was like splashing water, the tip of the spear was "tracing" around his body, and the strong wind blew on his skin, making his hair stand on end.

At this time, Jiang Zhe felt that the spear in his hand was more redundant than ever before, and felt that it was a constraint on him.

This is an illusion!

Jiang Zhe knew it very well.

With such perfect spear skills, even if he used a shield or a mace to counter him, he would still feel that the "fire stick" in his hand was redundant.

When it comes to spear skills, I am still far behind, and I cannot even achieve the "integration of man and gun".

Soon, offense and defense can easily change.

He attacks with a gun, while his uncle only defends.

Jiang Zhe was gearing up to take a good breath and show his uncle his hard-earned spear-piercing skills.

Then, the "Seven Exploration Snake Coiling Gun" came again, which made Jiang Zhe almost vomit.

One set of marksmanship, two usages, equally powerful in terms of defense.

When the uncle's spear danced, Jiang Zhe felt like a big snake was surrounding the uncle. Anyone who wanted to get close would be whipped away by the snake's tail.

The Jiang family actually has many such marksmanship techniques, which fall within the scope of traditional martial arts and have not been adapted into modern secret codes.

and "Three Hands Mace" and other methods are classified as "Three Hands", and they are all in the folder of the computer in the audio-visual room on the ninth floor of Chuanwu Hall.

After sparring with his uncle again and again, Jiang Zhe was like a dry sponge dropped into water, absorbing nutrients like crazy and improving his spear skills experience.

As the saying goes - how much water a barrel can hold depends on its shortest board.

Jiang Zhe's spear skills are at his highest level by just sticking a spear.

But if he raises the basics of other spear skills to a specialized level, and then connects the various parts with his magical spear-piercing hand, then his spear skills will be perfect!

This is not delusional.

This possibility is quickly approaching reality through repeated discussions with the uncle.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zhe saw new tricks.

The old man flew to the waterfall and dumped the wild chestnuts he had collected.

And he was standing in the pool under the waterfall. The water level was less than half a thigh deep. In this environment, he wanted to use his spear to smash the wild chestnuts mixed in the water of the waterfall.

This is special training for the spear, waist, and pace. It is also the reason why the old man took a fancy to this waterfall.

Just like that, Jiang Zhe forgot about fighting lord-level monsters and concentrated on honing his spear skills.

Until the tenth day, it was also the 20th day of wilderness practice.

The spear in Jiang Zhe's hand thrust straight out, breaking through the layers of the "big snake". The silver-white spear tip passed like a comet, and finally stopped one centimeter between Jiang Chengbo's eyebrows.

Jiang Chengbo stood calmly on the spot without making any dodge movement. He didn't even blink when the spear tip came at him, but only had a faint smile on his lips.

He believed that Jiang Zhe could control this stabbing to perfection.

The progress made in these ten days will not be false.

"Incredible! You have practiced martial arts for less than forty days, and you have perfect body skills and perfect marksmanship... If you tell me this, it will directly destroy the faith of many warriors. Even I feel a little inferior in front of you, and I feel stupid. and!"

That's right, there are also perfection-level movements.

He was chased by his uncle with a gun. Jiang Zhe often tried to use all the surrounding conditions to avoid his uncle's offensive posture during sparring.

Over time, you'll get the hang of it.

For spiritual masters, subtle and perfect movements are inherently proficient, and they can be quickly introduced and mastered.

Jiang Chengbo couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe within one or two years, you will surpass me."

Jiang Zhe smiled and said: "Then I am also a member of the Jiang family. I was taught by you and my grandfather together, uncle. The glory belongs to the Jiang family!"

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Yes! Yes! The glory belongs to the Jiang family!"

"What a good boy, you are really good at talking!" "I believe that you can surpass Hong and Lei Shen and become a new legend! The legend belongs to our Jiang family!"

"Don't you want to challenge lord-level monsters? My uncle knows what kind of monsters are suitable for you as a sparring partner. Then ask your grandpa to catch a few for you."

The uncle patted Jiang Zhe on the shoulder cheerfully, ignoring the death gaze his father cast.

Are you going to catch some piglets for me?
But the pig lord is also a lord!

Jiang Zhe was gearing up and wanted to try out the addition of perfect body skills and perfect marksmanship to his combat power.

I failed miserably last time and reflected on it; this time I dare to continue the challenge.

As a warrior who dares not taste the sweetness of over-level killing, he is destined to be mediocre.

Uncle is still nice to me!
Grandpa didn't talk about martial arts and directly taught me hard difficulty. My uncle cared about me and asked me to slowly level up from easy difficulty.

The old man couldn't help but say: "Xiao Zhe still needs to be exposed to artistic conception-level techniques, and for the time being, he has no training plan to actually fight with lord-level monsters."

Then he glared at his restless eldest son.

In Jiang Zhe's expectant eyes——

The nephew's young and immature eyes were nothing compared to his father's death stare.

Jiang Chengbo immediately changed his words: "It is more important to get in touch with the artistic conception level. Come, Xiaozhe, let me show you my uncle's artistic conception level marksmanship."

Forehead?Looking at artistic conception level marksmanship?That’s okay too.

Jiang Zhe found it acceptable.

After nodding, he saw his uncle immediately swung his gun towards him and slashed Huashan with all his strength.

The high-pitched roar of the wind is jarring to the ears.

A simple split shot made Jiang Zhe almost suffocated, his eyes widened and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The body of the silver Overlord gun seemed to be magnified in front of his eyes, and it fell like a toppling Buzhou Mountain, with the unique heaviness of the mountain oppressing him.

At this moment, Jiang Zhe felt as if he was in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper. The only thing he could do was to watch the "mountain" fall down.

The "mountain" eventually shifted.

It landed not far to the right of Jiang Zhe and smashed a half-meter-high round stone into countless fist-sized gravels.

With the surge of mental power, he caught many scattered gravels and threw them into the pool, knocking a few floats.

"Tsk, it's easy for a spiritual master to do anything." The uncle sighed as he took back the Overlord's gun and carried it behind his back.

Jiang Zhe seemed not to have heard anything, still recalling the feeling just now.

But the old man suddenly said: "Xiao Zhe, your uncle and I have similar artistic conceptions. Take a look at mine."

As soon as Jiang Zhe raised his head, he saw the old man holding the Eight Treasure Dragon Spear with one hand and stabbing it in an unpretentious manner.

This shot seems weak and has no sense of power.

But in Jiang Zhe's eyes, it was a different story.

The needle-like spear tip is getting closer and closer!

A biting cold wind blew up inexplicably and eroded into his body, making his hands and feet feel uncomfortable, as if he was in an ice cave and was about to be frozen by solid ice.

The two artistic conception-level marksmanship are indeed similar.

The same feeling of stagnation, expressed in different ways, made him feel unable to escape.

The old man still didn't stop, but at this moment something unexpected happened.

A drop of water splashed from the waterfall broke into the artistic conception and passed right in front of Jiang Zhe's eyes, destroying the overall sense of the artistic conception.

Phew!

Phew!

Jiang Zhe felt as if he had just been in a mirror maze, and suddenly all the mirrors were shattered, and he fell into a dark void.

The speed of time is blurred in perception.

There was only a flash of light passing before my eyes, and a "comet" passed by.

It seems fast, seems slow, with a special charm.

Jiang Zhe instinctively lifted the spear, imitating the special charm just now and combining it with the memory of spear-piercing engraved in his body.

Use your most familiar skills to recreate the trajectory of that "comet"!

tie!
The tip of the gun pulled out a silver arc, knocked away the old man's Eight Treasure Dragon Spear at an incredible speed, and stabbed straight into the middle of the old man's eyebrows.

For the first time, the old man looked moved, with deep shock in his eyes.

He has fought against many warriors who have mastered the artistic conception, and has seen the lightness of the wind, the burst of fire, the swiftness of thunder... but he has never seen such a strange artistic conception.

Yes, it's weird.

A contradictory combination of speed and slowness!
Facing this spear, the silver light on the tip of the spear magnified in front of my eyes.

You will think it is extremely slow, like a slow-speed replay in a sports shot, but that is your illusion. It is actually incredibly fast, like a meteor passing through the sky.

When you want to slowly raise your hand to do something, it's already too late and you can't grab anything!
From Jiang Chengbo's perspective, he also felt the sense of fragmentation.

Fast and slow, it simply subverts people’s cognition!
He couldn't help but murmured: "What kind of artistic conception is this?"

After all, the old man is still a planet-level warrior. Jiang Zhe's level is not a problem for him. He breaks away from the contradictory mood of speed and slowness, raises his hand and grabs the tip of the spear that stabs his eyebrows.

A bit of bright red bloomed between the eyebrows, slid down the tip of the old man's nose, and splashed a blood flower on the ground.

Jiang Chengbo's face was filled with astonishment: "It's still a step too late..."

"Haha, good! Good! What a good mood!"

After sealing the wound between his eyebrows, the old man laughed heartily. This strange mood made him more confident about Jiang Zhe's future.

About two or three minutes later, Jiang Zhe came back to his senses.

Recalling the situation just now, Jiang Zhe felt a little guilty, "Grandpa, I..."

"It's okay, I hope you can do it again." The old man waved his hand with a smile on his face, "Quick, how do you master the artistic conception just now?"

Jiang Zhe frowned and thought about it, "I should... almost remember it."

"Come on, come to me!"

Jiang Zhe nodded, raised his spear and thrust it out. The tip of the spear drew out a silver arc at an incredible speed.

But...that's all.

"Why is it half missing? How slow?" Jiang Chengbo saw the difference and exclaimed.

The old man easily grabbed the gun tip this time and looked at Jiang Zhe worriedly.

The artistic conception is still there, but only half of it is left. The speed of this spear is incredibly fast, making it difficult for people to react.

It's just that the sense of "slowness" is missing, and it no longer gives people the sense of isolation between speed and slowness.

Jiang Zhe smiled bitterly: "I really only remember this half, and think about the rest slowly. I shouldn't throw it away, right?"

"Well, you can consolidate it quickly later and try to get back that feeling. Don't put too much pressure on it. In fact, the remaining half is also very good. After all, it is still at the artistic conception level. It is extremely fast and very strong!"

After a word of comfort, the old man encouraged: "Give me a name for your newly realized artistic conception."

"Name?" Jiang Zhe thought of a possibility, "Time!"

"Call it time mood!"

"Time? Time!"

The old man repeated it twice, looking slightly stunned, "Does time speed up? It's really appropriate!"

(End of this chapter)