A Man Like None Other Chapter 6900 That’s all we know.
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- A unique form of intense cultivation.
- A battle of pure thought and self-reflection.
- Profound internal transformation.
Inside the inn, David sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, without saying a word!
That half hour of one-on-one combat might seem short, but it was actually an extreme and arduous cultivation process that penetrated the soul, honed the Dao heart, and forged the origin.
In ordinary battles between cultivators, competition was based on the superiority of their techniques, the strength of their abilities, and the level of their supernatural abilities. Victory means progress in cultivation and expansion of insight, while defeat means being injured, defeated, and experiencing a setback in understanding.
However, David’s battle was completely different.
He is not facing an external enemy, opponent, or foe with whom he has grudges and mutual feelings, but rather a perfect mirror image that completely replicates everything about himself.
The golden shadow had no weaknesses, no selfishness, no emotions, and no flaws. He has all of David’s resources, all of his supernatural powers, and all of his fighting instincts.
This tool can even accurately capture every subtle fluctuation of David’s strength and every hidden rhythm change.
The entire battle contained absolutely no elements of opportunism, strategic maneuvering, or external assistance; it was simply a pure and complete clash of minds.
Like a peerless iron plate that had gone through countless forging processes, it was placed in an ancient furnace, where it was forged, refined, and polished over and over again, with itself as the fire, the law as the hammer, and the confrontation of limitations as the grindstone.
Every clash of fists and palms is the most powerful clash of fundamental elements;
Every move is a real battle of rhythm;
Every time the origin is destroyed, it is the ultimate deposition of the Dao heart.
As the image in the mirror collapsed, the illusion disappeared completely, and he returned to his room at the inn.
David’s mind, Dao heart, and initial understanding had undergone a transformative qualitative change in a desperate struggle that no one knew about.
This transformation is mysterious and silent, leaving no trace, but is rooted in the heart of the Tao and integrated into its origin.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his aura calm and still like water, without any ripples or traces of spiritual power. He was like a rock sinking into a cold, ancient pool, stable, solid, and silent.
But deep within the vast, boundless sea of his consciousness, every clash, every play, and every detail of the last half hour was replayed, rewinded, and deciphered layer by layer.
Fists clashed head-on, blades of light annihilated each other, movements intertwined in their ultimate form, primordial chaos devoured each other, extreme tension between speed and rhythm, and a seamless connection between defense and counterattack.
Every image is crystal clear;
Every clash left a deep mark in his Dao heart.
Previously, David had always believed that he understood his own power system well enough.
He was adept at comprehending the origin of chaos, familiar with how to condense various sword techniques, mastered the ultimate rhythm of battle, and proficient in the arts of attack, defense, advance, and retreat.