High Martial Arts: I Travel Through Heaven and Earth Through Dreams

However, as the number of encounters increased, the fighting spirit and passion that Lin Hanzhou had painstakingly mustered began to cool down inch by inch.

Because he was surprised to find that he was still being suppressed and beaten!

If the previous suppression was due to the absolute difference in strength, laws, and physical strength, then the current suppression is filled with a sense of strangeness and absurdity.

Now, having burned through ten thousand years of his lifespan, his speed, strength, and reaction ability are absolutely no less than those of the Emperor before him.

He felt that with his combat experience, although he might not be able to gain the upper hand consistently, he wouldn't be able to keep getting beaten up all the time.

Whenever Lin Hanzhou devised a brilliant attack route in the blink of an eye, before his body could even react, the Emperor's fist was already there, as if it had been waiting for a long time, calmly sealing off all his backup plans.

Whenever Lin Hanzhouli completed what he thought was a flawless teleportation attack and appeared in the Emperor's blind spot, he was always met with the Emperor's already prepared attack.

On one occasion, Lin Hanzhou deliberately created an extremely realistic opening during their fight, preparing to counterattack the moment the Emperor attacked.

But the Emperor seemed to see through the most clumsy trick in the world, completely ignoring his tempting flaw and not falling for it at all.

"This is impossible... This absolutely cannot be explained by combat instinct or experience!"

After a violent collision, Lin Hanzhou used the force to retreat tens of thousands of miles. His chest heaved violently, and blood once again spilled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

The Emperor's current performance has completely transcended the scope of "reaction".

It was a kind of precognition, a kind of absolute control.

The feeling was as if Lin Hanzhou wasn't fighting a living enemy, but rather acting according to a pre-written script, and the Emperor was the screenwriter who controlled the entire script.

No matter how Lin Hanzhou changed his tactics, how unexpectedly he attacked, or how illogically he tried to turn the tide of battle, the Emperor could always anticipate and devise the optimal counterattack.

That wasn't a response made after Lin Hanzhou changed his move; rather, the moment the idea of ​​changing his move even formed in Lin Hanzhou's mind, his opponent had already completed the next three moves.

"He can see the future..."

Lin Hanzhou stared intently at the Emperor, who was dressed in white robes that were as pure as snow and whose clothes were not even wrinkled after thousands of collisions. He uttered the conclusion that chilled him to the bone, word by word.

"He definitely possesses some kind of supernatural ability that allows him to foresee the future during battle!"

Only this explanation can account for why the other party could always seem to have uncanny foresight.

Fighting an enemy who can know your every move, every thought, and even every psychological change in advance is a level of despair that cannot be described in words.

Moreover, what made Lin Hanzhou feel even more bitter was that he also clearly realized another point.

The Emperor did not use his full strength at all.

Throughout, the opponent appeared remarkably composed; every punch he threw and every step he took carried an elegant and unhurried rhythm.

That nonchalant gaze held no respect for opponents of equal caliber, nor any fervor for the fight; only a faint scrutiny and amusement.

The other party was simply playing along with him, passing the time like they were killing time, watching this self-righteous emperor make a futile struggle in the final moments of his life.

Lin Hanzhou, who had always overshadowed the geniuses of his generation, experienced for the first time in his life the despair of being completely crushed from head to toe in a battle against someone of the same realm.

"Huff... huff..."

Lin Hanzhou exhaled a deep breath, and the swirling black and white chaotic divine light around him gradually subsided.

He did not choose to blindly rush forward like a moth drawn to a flame.

Now that he knew that the other party could foresee the future, and that regular battles were nothing more than a silent play with a pre-written ending in the other party's eyes, continuing to attack would only be a waste of his remaining life force.

His somewhat withered body floated in the cold void, his white hair disheveled. Although he appeared somewhat melancholic, like a hero in his twilight years, the pride of an emperor in his eyes had not yet been extinguished.

Since we can't win, let's not fight. It's not a loss to get some information out of them.

Lin Hanzhou raised his head and, across the endless void, asked.

"I'm very curious... given your current status and invincible strength, why are you so determined to kill me?"

His voice pierced through the desolate wilderness of the universe, sounding unusually calm.

Upon hearing Lin Hanzhou's question, the Emperor in the distance raised his eyebrows slightly. He slowly lowered his hand, which he was about to raise again, and placed his hands behind his back. He stood quietly in the void, seemingly not minding giving his soon-to-be-fallen opponent some final dignity and time.

Lin Hanzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to speak in a self-deprecating tone.

"My Burning Heaven Sacred Body is indeed a somewhat famous sacred body, but compared to your Chaos Sacred Body that can evolve all laws, it doesn't seem to stand out much, does it? Moreover... it's not even among the so-called 'Ten Sacred Bodies' recognized by the universe."

"Given the speed at which you collect sacred bodies and the long lifespan of tens of millions of years, you probably already possess a physique of the caliber of the Burning Heaven Sacred Body in all the myriad realms."

"So... what was it all for?"

Lin Hanzhou's gaze was intense, fixed intently on the Emperor.

This was the biggest question in his mind.

If the supreme beings in those forbidden zones of life launched the Dark Turmoil in order to prolong their lives, then the Emperor before us has absolutely no such motives.

The other party has reached the pinnacle of humanity, and even has one foot in the path of immortality. In theory, nothing in this mortal world should arouse his desire or murderous intent.

Faced with Lin Hanzhou's question, which was filled with resentment and doubt, the Emperor's flawless face remained calm and composed.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Lin Hanzhou with eyes that seemed to have seen the rise and fall of eras.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice, carrying an unquestionable air of authority, resounding across the desolate edge of the universe.

"You ask a good question. The Burning Heaven Sacred Body may be the supreme blessing in the eyes of mortals, but in my eyes, it is indeed insignificant. I had already thoroughly understood all the mysteries of that physique millions of years ago."

The Emperor's voice was soft, yet it possessed a magical power that made the galaxy tremble.

"The reason I must kill you is not because of your physique, nor because of your laws, nor because of your insignificant cultivation level..."

At this point, the Emperor paused slightly, and a chilling light suddenly appeared in his chaotic eyes that could pierce through time and space.

"It's because...you are the variable."