Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Looking at the four identical "Teacher Zhao"s in front of him, Chung Kuo-hung's lips curled up, and his smile reached his eyes.

He put on an apron and personally cooked a hot dinner—changing the place to live is also a kind of comforting feeling.

The following morning, bored out of his mind, Zhong Guohong put on his helmet and entered his own personal virtual universe.

The ordinary virtual universe is operated by the Virtual Universe Company and is accessible to hundreds of millions of human users.

His version has only been logged in by one person so far—himself.

Xiaobai had already devoured the original database and created a clone of it, as smooth as ever.

His consciousness sank into it, and he headed straight for the killing field, locking his cultivation at the first level of the planetary realm.

Opponent settings: Physical strength and mental power are both doubled.

He wanted to test whether his newly created techniques, "The Sword Technique of Time," "The Fist Technique of Time," and "Time Without a Trace," could withstand the test of real combat.

"True skill lies in overcoming the strong with the weak. To not use this unique virtual universe is nothing short of a waste."

Bare-handed, he repeatedly lunged at those planetary-level figures who were faster and stronger than him.

Although their cultivation levels were the same, the other party's every inch of bone and every bit of mental power was overwhelmingly superior to his.

After a fierce battle lasting more than ten minutes, he finally gritted his teeth and defeated his first opponent.

"Their legs are 50% faster than mine, and their punches are twice as heavy—winning against them is as difficult as climbing to heaven."

"Even if it's just an arm's length away, as long as I anticipate his movements, I'll intercept him halfway through his attack. If he throws a punch 60 centimeters, I'll only throw 20 centimeters, targeting his forearm joint—it will naturally take less time than for him."

"Slow can also control speed. The premise is that you can see clearly and calculate accurately."

He fought again after each defeat, and was defeated again after each battle. His agility and rhythm of attack and defense within the confined space were quietly improving with each fight.

"Power originates from the ground, passes through the feet, twists the waist, extends the shoulders, flows through the arms, and reaches the hands."

When he truly saw through every inch of the power flow, his combat strength increased dramatically.

"The current 'Fist of Time' is somewhat like the Dugu Nine Swords in 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'."

Is the Dugu Nine Swords powerful? No matter how strong Feng Qingyang is, he can't withstand a casual strike from a war god in the Devouring Star.

Isn't it powerful? When two people of similar cultivation levels clash, whoever knows this technique will be invincible.

Chung Kwok-hung's physique was always inferior to his opponent's, but the time it took him to defeat his opponent was getting shorter and shorter.

To push him to his limit, he had Xiaobai increase the opponent's physical strength again.

The gap was too wide; in a moment of distraction, he was killed on the spot.

He didn't even frown, he just said to Xiaobai, "One more."

"Died again? Continue."

When the consciousness is severed, a portion of divine consciousness will be consumed.

Even if one dies hundreds or thousands of times, the damage to one's spiritual consciousness will be almost negligible.

He has been visualizing the Great God Pangu for many years, and the speed at which his divine consciousness recovers far exceeds the loss he experienced in the virtual universe.

"I had a very high chance of winning during the entire fight, which was one-third of the distance between us."

Zhong Guohong's spirits lifted. After being repeatedly killed hundreds of times, he finally took down his opponent, whose physical abilities far surpassed his own.

It doesn't rely on artistic conception or rules; it's purely a contest of physical strength—whoever has a stronger foundation is more likely to survive to the end.

Bare-handed, he was already inferior to his opponent in speed and strength. He was content to overcome the stronger opponent with the weak.

"Three times my physical strength? I still beat him."

However, when his opponent's physique increased to more than three times his own, he fell thousands upon thousands of times and eventually had to give up.

No matter how fast the reaction, it can't keep up with the absolute speed difference; no matter how accurate the prediction, it can't stop the overwhelming force.

The reason he stopped here was not because his moves were ineffective, but because he never used advanced techniques such as intent, laws, obvious force, and hidden force.

After sweeping away all the first-tier planetary experts, he voluntarily stepped into the second-tier planetary battlefield.

His physical constitution simultaneously leaped to the second level of the planetary realm, while his opponent's was consistently twice as strong.

"The art of fighting in a small space is, to put it bluntly, a version of the Dugu Nine Swords of Wing Chun."

"Before the fist arrives, strike the spot where the fist is about to land."

Zhong Guohong's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood. In the ensuing matches, his victories became increasingly consistent.

The opponents that Xiaobai chose for him came from the vast starry sea and countless alien races.

"Without using internal force, I can't even break through a monster's hide; without using artistic conception or laws, a giant beast can crush me with a single claw."

His opponent's physical strength was twice that of his, and even with his skillful maneuvering, it was difficult to suppress the opponent's bloodline talent, instinctive reactions, and racial abilities.

"Xiaobai, add your opponent's talent as well—set it to half of his."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the killing space once again.

If the physical body can strike a small area, why can't energy?

Thoughts surged like a waterfall, and he sank into endless fighting.

Unbeknownst to many, the art of close combat has quietly seeped into the passage of time and become an integral part of the martial arts of life.

It is a close-range killing technique, and it does not conflict with time-related cultivation methods.

To put it bluntly: In the past, a punch could cover 60 or 70 centimeters; now, a punch can cover 20 or 30 meters. In the past, a step could cover 60 or 70 centimeters; now, a step can be shortened to 20 or 30 centimeters. The essence is not that things have slowed down, but that the movements have been compressed into a smaller space.

Trade distance for time, and use precision to compensate for speed; break through the overall situation by focusing on key points, and use skillful tactics to counter brute force.

Aside from his daily life and studying the Yin-Yang True Scripture, he spent almost all his time in the killing space of his own virtual universe.

"One million Planetary Tier 3 opponents have been slain."

"Kill one more enhanced planetary fourth-tier, and we'll have exactly one million."

"This is the one millionth enhanced planetary fifth-order."

……

"Even against opponents at the invincible level of the King-level, I slaughtered millions."

To save every second, he and Xiaobai sneaked into the time acceleration zone that replicated Earth's Australia.

While only a moment has passed in the outside world, tens of thousands of years have passed within the region.

He fully integrated the techniques of close combat with the Timeless Blade Technique, Timeless Fist Technique, and Timeless Traceless Technique, resulting in a surge in combat power.

He can defeat his opponent as long as their physical strength, mental power, or laws are no more than three times his own.

The art of controlling a small space lies in "using the short to control the long, and using stillness to control movement"—the core is not speed, but foresight.

When his opponent throws a punch, he doesn't block the punch but strikes the opponent's wrist directly.

When the opponent unleashes their power, he doesn't confront it head-on; instead, he either identifies the source of the attack or sidesteps to avoid it.

With such a disparity in strength, a direct confrontation? That would be suicide.

He paused his pursuit of the Cosmic Master level and quietly left the replica Earth.

When his consciousness entered the virtual universe, he was able to multitask, and all the techniques within his body operated on their own without ceasing.

After careful calculation, it was found that the actual cultivation had lasted for over ten thousand years.

Upon returning to the Xuyang spaceship, he sat cross-legged in meditation, repeatedly refining the Yin-Yang True Scripture.

The sediment accumulated in the accelerated time zone is transforming into a raging torrent of cultivation.

"Peak of the twelfth-tier Universe Lord, the thirteenth tier, just one final tap away."

Zhong Guohong was too lazy to move, so he sprawled on the bed and simply let Teacher Jiang and the others arrange things for him.

My body felt as light as if it had no weight, and my mind floated in the clouds, soft and heavy, unwilling to wake up, yet unable to wake up.

Energy surges and flows within the body, circle after circle, and those once vague laws are gradually becoming clearer, more solid, and more complete.