Finally Understood the Ten Directions Kill of Internal Martial Arts

The atmosphere suddenly grew weird, and a wave of panic spread among the palace maids. The mist thickened and thickened until it started muffling sound—if you didn't have advanced internal energy as a base, even shouting at the top of your lungs wouldn't carry far.

The palace maids felt like they'd been sealed inside a tiny box. From deep within the mist came bizarre sounds—the unmistakable noises of men and women going at it, with all the surround sound effects. Rachel Luo shook her head hard. If she didn't know better, she'd swear someone was playing an adult movie in surround sound somewhere in the fog.

There was something odd about those sounds—a strange power wormed its way into people's brains, making their blood boil and their heads spin, so much that they could barely hold onto their swords. "Focus, everyone! This is the Sonic Technique from Lady Simone's sect!" Night Lily struggled to keep order, but she knew things were looking bad. Especially for the princess—who knows what might happen to her.

The enemies were closing in from all directions, exuding wickedness and murderous intent that made everyone's skin crawl. That sound-based martial arts was the real headache—when it came to straight-up fighting, Lady Simone's sect wasn't much, but for weird side techniques, they were absolute pros. Now, those dirty tricks were making it hard for the defenders to even stand upright.

But there was one person completely unaffected. The lewd noises just bounced right off him, and as for those show-off Underwear Men... not only was he not blind, he was staring right at them—very intently, at a spot three inches below their navels, with a look like he could see right through to the meat inside.

With these guys, whose whole business is selling out their dignity, if you don't play along, it's actually them who can't stand it.

One Underwear Man suddenly roared, "What are you staring at, you little bastard? Women are good for sex, but what use are men? Die, punk!" Swish! That Underwear Man lunged first, charging straight at them. And with that, Underwear Men from all sides started yelling and rushing over, howling like maniacs.

For this infiltration mission, none of them brought heavy weapons—they were all fighting barehanded. But these Underwear Men moved fast. The first one howled as he charged The Fool, all sweat, water, trembling muscles and a bouncing... stick. It was a truly eye-burning scene. On top of that, he had true energy gathered between his palms. Just judging by his palm technique, he wasn't much worse than William Bo.

"Twenty years!" Night Lily called out his level precisely. "Watch out, he's got twenty years of cultivation!" The Underwear Men charging behind him were about the same level—surprisingly, these guys were pretty strong.

But The Fool stepped up to meet them, every step calm and clear, not panicked at all. But his actual speed was shocking—three steps and he was right in front of that Underwear Man, so fast the enemy barely had time to react.

"I understand your energy now," The Fool whispered, so quietly only that Underwear Man could hear. But he couldn't respond—because a palm had already landed on his belly. The move was bizarre. He had all kinds of defensive techniques, but none of them worked. The strike wasn't even that strong, and yet... and yet...

He clutched his stomach, staggered back, reached for the sky, then collapsed to the ground, eyes bulging.

Dead.

For a moment, the whole place went quiet. Night Lily was stunned. "Blooming Flowers Fall?" That palm strike wasn't any move from the standard forms, but it had the feel of Blooming Flowers Fall—swift, graceful, and elegant.

"Kill—!" The leader's instant kill didn't make the Underwear Men back off. These naked men, pumped up like they'd been dosed with something, surged forward, eyes red and drooling.

"Be careful, Fool!" Fiona Fang couldn't help but shout. But The Fool just stood there, calm and steady like a rock facing the tide, slowly taking up a stance.

No one knew that The Fool's perception of the world was totally different from everyone else's. Where normal people saw naked men as shadows, he saw them in slow motion. These raging attackers had lost their human shapes in his eyes. Skin, muscle, tendons—all faded away. What he saw were streaks of light.

It was energy—two kinds: blood energy, and internal energy.

He couldn't see internal energy before, but after having the Golden Blade King's blade energy enter his body, and being imbued with Princess Embroidered Jade's internal energy, after long exposure and reflection, he finally saw this new kind of existence. Especially that day, when Princess Embroidered Jade healed him with her energy, their meridians linked and energies mingled, and suddenly he saw this type of energy, totally different from blood energy.

Humans can't see infrared, and a normal person can't describe colors to the colorblind. He shouldn't be able to see it either. But some distant consciousness kept sending him information, making him feel that internal energy wasn't totally unfamiliar. He wasn't without internal energy—he'd had that power before.

"Supreme Six Harmonies Skill...?" The name was both familiar and strange, and a flood of fragmented memories surged up. But he quickly stopped caring—because whatever it was, he could finally see it.

It was really hard to see—he'd only managed it before when healing with energy. Plus, Princess Embroidered Jade's internal energy was totally incomprehensible to him. Her energy seemed to go against everything taught by Wu Zhengfeng, leaving him completely baffled.

But today, with these lust-crazed Underwear Men, the energy in their bodies was crystal clear. The Fool raised his left palm in front of his eyes, right fist at his waist. Facing the charging Underwear Men, he shifted, focused, and unleashed a shocking punch!

"I've figured out all your energy." Punches, palm strikes, knees, kicks—The Fool unleashed lightning-fast attacks at those energies. If the charging Underwear Men were a tidal wave, then right now it was like a bomb went off underwater. The crowd ballooned out, and Underwear Men around The Fool went flying in all directions.

The Underwear Men screamed as they were flung away, landing in all sorts of poses. They didn't fly high or hit hard, but none of them got up again. Some clutched their chests, some grabbed their throats, some convulsed and crawled, but not a single one survived more than ten seconds after hitting the ground.

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The palace maids were stunned—nothing could be more direct or more shocking than this.

"Kill—!" The Underwear Men didn't seem to know what fear was, roaring as they kept charging. And they weren't just going after The Fool; a bunch of them rushed the palace maids too.

The Fool's face was blank, but his hands never stopped. "This energy is really different from blood energy." In The Fool's eyes, internal energy and blood energy supported each other but stayed separate. He remembered Old Veteran, who had all kinds of energy. But the Underwear Men were totally different—their blood and internal energy didn't clash at all. Instead, they worked together, making their attacks even harder to deal with.

"This is how it should be." The brutal fighting, the constant deaths, the wild, crazy energy—none of it affected The Fool. He was lost in his own research. The Underwear Men attacked from all sides, but not a single one could get through. Their attacks, The Fool dodged without even looking; their defenses, he broke through with ease.

As the fight went on, the Underwear Men stopped getting knocked flying—they just collapsed on the spot. The Fool moved with light, swift steps, and wherever his palm landed, the Underwear Men dropped like they'd been cursed, dead within five seconds.

"How... how is this possible!" Even in the heat of battle, Night Lily was so shocked she lost focus for a moment. Killing in batches like this should take someone a whole level higher—like the Golden Blade King or Silverblade King, who could crush these Underwear Men easily. Was The Fool a natural-born master too?

Whoosh—a Underwear Man hefted a big rock and hurled it at The Fool. Without even turning, The Fool reached back and caught it, then clapped his hands together with a crunch, shattering the head-sized rock into gravel.

The Fool turned around—the palace maids were in real danger. Their energy was gone, and they couldn't hold off the Underwear Men. If those crazed guys weren't just pinning them down, most of the maids would be dead or wounded by now. But things weren't great either—the Underwear Men who'd pinned the maids were licking and groping them.

Fiona Fang was pinned by an Underwear Man, desperately pushing him away and screaming, "Help me, Fool!"

Whoosh! A pebble shot through the air, hitting the Underwear Man in the waist. He froze, and Fiona Fang seized the chance to kick him away. She swung her sword and took down the stunned Underwear Man, then turned back in delight and called, "Fool?"

The Fool waved his hand, and pebbles rained down like a goddess scattering flowers. The stones hit the Underwear Men—not enough to kill, but enough to throw off their movements and slow them down. The palace maids seized the chance to stab a few with their swords, and for a moment, the defenders held their ground.

"Blood energy alone can't fully control movement." The Fool muttered, then took down a few more enemies with a wave. With every palm strike, he gained new insights. Night Lily and the others gaped—the ground around The Fool was already piled with bodies, forming a circle with him at the center.

Up to now, The Fool hadn't suffered a single scratch, and no one had forced him to move an inch.

"Is this the true power of his boxing?" Night Lily finally understood why he said he couldn't demonstrate it—this kind of martial art only shows its power through the lives of enemies. Fiona Fang and Rachel Luo both stared at The Fool, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a surge of energy shot straight at The Fool's head—a whip, whistling through the air, with a vibe totally different from the Underwear Men. It was sharp, vicious, full of killing intent, and the way it used internal energy was on a whole other level.

"Careful, this one's got forty years of cultivation!"