Chapter 2

Unbeknownst how much time had passed, Zhao Feng gradually regained some consciousness, but he could hardly sense the existence of his body.

The only sensation came from the piercing pain in his left eye.

Left eye?

Zhao Feng shuddered, suddenly remembering that before he lost consciousness, the strange black orb had pierced into his left eye.

If nothing went wrong, his left eye was likely blind, making him comparable to those ugly and fierce "one-eyed dragons."

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng felt a deep sorrow.

Thump! Thump! ...

A faint heartbeat, carrying an inexplicable sense of familiarity, came from his possibly blinded left eye.

Since the left eye was the only part of his body he could sense, he had to focus on it with all his might.

Swish!

In a moment, his consciousness merged with his left eye.

Boom!

His mind violently shook, and Zhao Feng's consciousness entered a dark, vast space.

At the center of the space, there was a very dim light blue spiral halo, extending over a foot long.

"Where am I..."

Zhao Feng was filled with fear of the unknown; such a bizarre scene was completely beyond his comprehension.

His mind was drawn to the light blue spiral halo at the center of the dark space.

The light blue spiral halo was mysterious and profound, deep and boundless, slowly rotating as if extending from the ancient times to the present, giving a sense of eternal life and endlessness.

Zhao Feng's mind was captivated by it, almost completely immersed, unable to extricate himself until the end of time and the destruction of space and time.

"The ancient world shattered, the ancient gods perished, transforming into trillions of dust particles..."

A vast and desolate sigh echoed in the dark space, as if piercing through the fabric of time and space.

Who is it!

Zhao Feng's mind was shaken, his body cold all over. He looked around the dark space but saw no one.

The voice seemed to come from the space itself.

"There is actually a creature whose soul vibrations match mine so well; could it be fate?"

The mysterious voice said to itself.

"Who are you, lurking around!"

Zhao Feng suppressed his fear and shouted loudly.

"The supreme divine power that continues my bloodline and eye, ruling for thousands of years, controlling the ancient times—fortunate descendant, do not disappoint me..."

In the dark space, a will that looked down upon the universe suddenly surged, gradually fading away with the voice.

Everything returned to calm...

Phew!

Zhao Feng let out a long breath. Before he could think more, a sharp pain came from his left eye.

Inside the room.

The scorching sun shone through the window.

"Ahh... my eye."

Zhao Feng cried out, clutching his red, swollen, and painful left eye.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had awakened and returned to reality.

This was his room.

Zhao Feng lay in bed, his body still slightly charred, clearly affected by the lightning.

The intense pain from his left eye made him sweat profusely, rolling around in the room.

Fortunately, as time passed, the pain gradually lessened.

"My eye..."

Zhao Feng, with a worried look, slowly released his hand from his left eye.

He was unsure if his left eye could still see.

However, when the first ray of sunlight hit his left eye, the intense glare made Zhao Feng slightly relieved.

His left eye gradually adapted to the strong light, perceiving the outside world.

The next moment left Zhao Feng stunned and standing still.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to be dyed with myriad brilliant colors, becoming colorful and vibrant.

In the field of vision of his left eye, everything became magnificent and bright, incredibly clear.

Zhao Feng could even capture the tiny dust and water droplets floating in the air, which were not visible to normal vision.

By focusing, he could even see the ants on a tree a hundred meters away and the intricate patterns on the leaves.

"What's happening, my left eye actually..."

Zhao Feng was shocked but also felt a hint of joy.

He was certain that his left eye had undergone some kind of mutation, becoming at least ten times stronger than before.

Zhao Feng took out a mirror and examined it carefully: the size and shape of his left eye were not much different from before.

The only difference was that the center of the pupil was darker and deeper than a normal eye.

And when he fully activated his left eye, a faint blue glow appeared on the surface of the eyeball.

These differences, though not obvious, made Zhao Feng's heart race.

"Could it be... that mysterious eye has merged with my left eye?"

Zhao Feng felt a mix of joy and worry.

After a while, he took a deep breath and walked out of his room.

"Feng, you were unconscious for a whole day and night, which worried your mother terribly."

Zhao's mother, seeing her son safe and sound, was overjoyed and cried.

"Mother, I'm fine! Maybe it's a blessing in disguise."

Zhao Feng smiled.

But his expression soon changed: "Wait! Mother, you mean... I was unconscious for a whole day and night?"

"Yes, that day you were struck by lightning. The pharmacist came to see you and said it was just temporary unconsciousness."

Zhao's mother wiped away her tears, still feeling a bit scared.

During their conversation, Zhao Feng's stomach growled, and he realized he was hungry and thirsty.

"Come! Mother will make you something to eat."

Zhao's mother hurried to the kitchen.

During this time, Zhao Feng kept using his left eye to observe objects in the outside world, sensing some subtle changes in his body.

The most noticeable change was his reaction speed.

"Buzz..."

While eating, Zhao Feng's eyes focused on a fly in front of him.

His left eye could clearly capture the fly's flight path, not only distinguishing its gender but even seeing the fine patterns on its wings.

Swish!

He subconsciously swung his chopsticks.

Instantly, the annoying buzzing sound stopped.

Ha ha ha...

Zhao Feng looked at the fly he had killed with his chopsticks and felt a sense of satisfaction.

It was so refreshing!

Due to his left eye, Zhao Feng's reaction and sensitivity far exceeded that of ordinary people.

After eating, Zhao Feng, feeling energized, headed to the training ground.

He had a hunch that the mysterious mutation in his left eye might change his life...

The mutated left eye emitted a warm sensation, accompanied by a faint "thump" sound.

He didn't know that with the integration of the mysterious eye, his body and bloodline were undergoing changes.

At the training ground.

Zhao Feng, as usual, was about to start practicing basic boxing techniques.

"Ha ha ha! Zhao Feng, you finally came. I thought you'd be a coward and hide..."

A wild, loud laugh came from the other side of the training ground.

Oh no!

Zhao Feng realized it was bad and saw Zhao Kun, a muscular figure, striding toward him.

He remembered the "one-move challenge" with Zhao Kun from the previous day.

With Zhao Kun's loud laughter, many clan members gathered nearby.

"It seems I can't avoid it..."

Zhao Feng had no choice but to walk over.

"Zhao Feng, are you ready? One move! Just one move, and I'll knock you down!"

Zhao Kun's towering figure, like a fierce tiger, approached Zhao Feng, putting a lot of pressure on him.

As he spoke,

His hands and body contracted in a peculiar posture, like a coiled venomous snake, emitting a cold and poisonous aura.

Zhao Feng immediately felt a strange chill, as if being targeted by a venomous snake.

"Heavens, it's the advanced martial art 'Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake'!"

A cry of surprise came from the crowd, recognizing the technique Zhao Kun was using.

"An advanced martial art, how is this possible! Clan members at the second level of martial arts can only choose intermediate techniques from the 'Xuanwu Pavilion.' How could Zhao Kun have an advanced martial art?"

"You might not know, but Zhao Kun's grandfather is an elder in the clan..."

"No wonder Zhao Kun is confident in defeating you in one move; he has mastered the 'Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake'!"

Many clan members, including some with higher cultivation than Zhao Kun, felt a chill and showed a hint of seriousness.

"An advanced martial art."

Zhao Feng drew a sharp breath.

In the Zhao clan, members below the fourth level of martial arts generally practiced low or intermediate techniques.

As for Zhao Feng, who had not yet reached the second level of martial arts, he couldn't even enter the clan's Xuanwu Pavilion to learn low-level techniques.

The 'Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake' was an advanced martial art, far more powerful than low or intermediate techniques, and incomparable to basic techniques.

At that moment,

Zhao Kun's mere starting posture put immense pressure on Zhao Feng, as if any slight movement would result in a fatal attack like a venomous snake.

"No wonder Zhao Kun is confident in defeating me in one move!"

Zhao Feng's heart raced. Under normal circumstances, he might not be able to withstand a hit from an advanced martial art.

Moreover, Zhao Kun's cultivation was one level higher than his.

Thump! Thump...

Under the unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng felt his left eye pulsating frequently, with a sense of excitement.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but fully activate his left eye, focusing on Zhao Kun.

At that moment, no one noticed that a faint, almost imperceptible blue glow appeared on the surface of Zhao Feng's left eye...

Swish!

Zhao Feng suddenly entered a super-strong visual interface: Zhao Kun's body in his field of vision was magnified and brought closer, every subtle change, including his breathing, heartbeat, muscle, and vein contractions, was captured by his left eye.

In that instant, the speed of the world seemed to slow down many times.

However, the speed of the world's operation had not changed.

What had changed was Zhao Feng's neural reaction speed!

In that super-strong interface, Zhao Feng's mind became abnormally calm and composed.

His opponent, Zhao Kun, inexplicably shuddered, feeling as if all his secrets were exposed.

"Third Transformation of the Poisonous Snake!"

Zhao Kun, with a vicious look, launched his strongest move without hesitation. His body, like a venomous snake, sprang up from a state of extreme stillness to extreme movement, generating astonishing speed and explosive power.

Swoosh!

In an instant, Zhao Kun's two fingers, like the fangs of a venomous snake, pierced through the air and approached Zhao Feng.

So fast!

Many clan members watching the match gasped in shock.

Many second-level martial artists could hardly see Zhao Kun's movements.

As Zhao Kun's finger, like a venomous fang, was about to pierce Zhao Feng, just half an inch away, Zhao Feng would have been defeated.

Bang!

Suddenly, a powerful fist struck Zhao Kun's arm, causing him to stagger.

"What's happening—"

Zhao Kun's mind was shaken, his body stiff, and his arm numb with pain.

His fingers, just a half-inch from Zhao Feng's chest, could not move any further.

Bang—

Zhao Kun's abdomen ached, and he screamed as he was thrown across the training ground.

What's happening!

The clan members watching were shocked and cried out in surprise.

"One move, you lost..."

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