Chapter 1384: Anger

A gentle voice resonated in his mind.

What is the strongest martial art?

Is it powerful brute force, like Renard’s? No.

Is it adaptability, like Emperor Qi’s? Not that either.

Is it the various flashy characteristics of quantum battle body surrogates? Definitely not.

To understand what constitutes the strongest martial art, one must first grasp the essence of martial arts.

And what is the essence of martial arts?

This, again, is an ultimate and vast point of discussion.

Regardless, no one can deny that the essence of martial arts is merely a combat technique.

The claws and bites of ancient beasts were martial arts.

The fist and foot techniques of humanity’s cold weapon era were martial arts; "Monkey Fist" and "Xing Yi Quan" both imitated the force-generating techniques found in nature.

"Ultimately, the essence of martial arts is to defeat the strong with the weak, to kill the opponent using exquisite techniques."

"This principle of overcoming the strong with the weak also applies to physical size."

The Three Pillar Gods appeared incredibly calm.

They had absorbed geniuses from countless eras, transforming them into their Pillar God citizens, and the wisdom they now possessed was immense.

At this moment, they slowly traversed the cells of the young spy, continuously reproducing their offspring, generating more knowledge, and rooting themselves within the boy’s cells.

"So, if martial arts are techniques for killing an opponent, where is the opponent’s fatal weakness?"

"The seat of consciousness is the brain."

Simultaneously, he rapidly approached the opponent’s brain. "In different eras of rule-based saints, although every cell’s soul and flesh are unified, the souls of martial artists still reside in the brain. Essentially, they are merely ultimate quantum organisms subject to the universe’s natural laws, not transcendent beings who twist rules. The opponent’s weakness lies in the neurons of the brain. They are also flesh-and-blood beings, and their brains are composed of countless new neural cells. While martial artists consciously protect their brains in combat because the brain is a fatal vital point, other parts of the body have no weaknesses at all..."

"And what, then, is the brain?"

They seemed to be trapped in an endless cycle of self-questioning and self-answering, establishing and overturning logic, a common characteristic of computers, which they resembled.

"The brain is the repository of thought and soul: memory storage, logical thinking, conditioned reflexes... various functions. There are flesh-and-blood brains, silicon-based brains, quantum brains..."

"They are merely brains made of different materials. So, how do brains, human brains, influence each other most rapidly?"

"The way to influence the brain?"

"Through rhetoric? No, that’s not it. For intelligent individuals, rhetoric is like a joke."

"Threatening captives’ loved ones with emotional manipulation? No, there are too many emotionally cold people."

"Then, by violent strikes, forcing physical pain to be transmitted to the brain, compelling the brain to submit? No, if one could physically conquer an opponent, why bother attacking their weakness?"

"How to rapidly establish influence between brains? The answer, in fact, is already self-evident."

As they engaged in this self-dialogue, they slowly approached the opponent’s brain, stating coldly, "To defeat an enemy with negligible strength is the strongest martial art."

"I am the strongest."

"Our martial arts are enough to change this era!"

Aaaah!!!

A scream pierced the silent, hazy sky, ushering in a prelude to evil.

"Someone’s been bitten!"

It was as if a death knell had sounded.

Crowds of people, dressed in clinking bronze attire, resembling ethnic minorities from the Western regions, quickly devolved into chaos.

Screams of biting. Roars of anger.

The ground trembled with rolling, lunging attacks, and blood slowly spread across the earth.

The streets became a chaotic mess.

"Disease! Madness?"

"According to the logic of those ancient beings from old eras, disease comes from viruses invading the body, but how could there be viruses...?"

"Wait!"

Someone’s expression became completely blank.

The crowd fled amidst wails, the scene a chaotic mess, blood everywhere.

They were too simple; the most primitive era was bound to be the simplest, like the primordial era of chaotic sculptures, where the earliest humans were untouched by turbidity and pollution.

"Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?"

Amidst the widespread panic, a child clutching a small toy figurine stood helplessly in the street, wailing loudly.

"Mommy, Daddy, where are you?"

The boy wiped his tears, standing helplessly in the middle of a street filled with running people.

BANG!!!!

The boy, possessing no cultivation, was violently knocked to the ground.

"Child... my child? My seventh child? You’re the only one left...." A beautiful young woman, wearing a mysterious bronze wreath on her head, was running frantically when her gaze suddenly swept to the center of the street, and her eyes widened instantly.

The woman quickly ran to the child, gently bending down to protect him. "Let’s go, let’s go. It might be those terrifying bacterial civilizations attacking us. I don’t know what kind of martial art this is..."

"Mm, Mommy..." The boy curled up in his mother’s arms and was quickly picked up and carried away at a frantic pace.

They ran swiftly.

Their bodies were enormous.

A single stride covered several light-years; the entire street was like a vast galaxy to the world of fungi.

The woman ran frantically with the boy in her arms, while countless soft, thread-like fungal worms, dense and numerous, silently crawled out of his head, swarming towards his crying mother.

The mother’s foot slipped, and she fell to the ground.

"Pain, pain, pain, pain....." She writhed on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, with large amounts of blood seeping from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Her brain endured the agonizing pain of being bitten by worms, yet even as she clutched her face in agony on the ground, her other hand still gripped her child tightly, refusing to let go.

"Mommy—" In a soft, tender voice, a pale, chubby little hand pulled away his mother’s hand that covered her face. "Don’t block it... Mommy... soon... come with me...."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The mother, breathing heavily like bellows from intense pain, seemed to soften upon hearing her child’s voice, no longer resisting. She quietly embraced her child and collapsed in the middle of the street.

Tap, tap, tap.

The adorable child also lay quietly in his mother’s embrace, resting on her rising and falling chest. His tender face, bleeding from all seven orifices, was filled with serenity, and a hint of eerie, sinister ferocity.

Tap, tap.

On the chaotic street, people were still running frantically, with biting, screaming, and fleeing happening everywhere. No one paid attention to the child and mother lying on the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A tall, robust, mysterious man, breathing heavily with deep, ragged gasps, walked slowly and steadily through the chaotic street.

He suddenly knelt down, gently caressing the faces of the mother and child in their agony.

"Nalise... my dearest woman..."

He still clung to a sliver of hope, his face gentle and tender as he softly reached out to touch the woman’s delicate, pained face. "Powerful as you are... You, who were strong enough to be a deity..."

Poof.

The next second, countless worm-like bacterial threads and long worms erupted from the woman’s face.

He gripped the thin worms and shook them violently. The sinister, thread-like worms tried to burrow into his skin but were pulverized in the air, vanishing like smoke and turning into a cloud of dust.

"You fungi have truly enraged me...."

With a crack, the ground shattered, and the bronze mask slowly fell away, revealing Kumbitros’s face, already streaked with tears.