C58 The Weakest Point!

Zhan Tian's expression turned stormy in an instant. His eyes blazed with the ferocity of battle, and to his astonishment, he realized his judgment had been flawed. The kid named Zhang Xing had also ascended to the 25th floor, placing them on equal footing at the starting line.

Zhan Tian felt his authority was being contested. He began to unravel, his composure slipping away. It was akin to a territory of the Beast King being invaded by a younger, ambitious rival. There were no words left—only war, victory, and annihilation.

After his initial agitation subsided, Zhan Tian regained his calm. The 25th floor was home to 108 Fire Lizards, formidable adversaries not easily vanquished. He had exhausted all his mental energy and magicule, managing to eliminate 100 Fire Lizards.

With only eight Fire Lizards remaining, he was on the cusp of conquering this level, armed with an unwavering belief in his success.

A sense of urgency gnawed at Zhan Tian, yet he contained it. The moment that kid tasted defeat would be his time to dazzle.

As time ticked away, the digits on the Skysplit Tower remained static. Zhang Xing was nowhere to be seen. Bafflement spread among the onlookers. Enough time had elapsed that, had Zhang Xing slain all the Fire Lizards, the numbers would have shifted. And if he had been defeated, he should have been teleported out by now. The lack of any sign stirred curiosity—what exactly was happening inside?

Inside, Zhang Xing had dispatched over 1,600 Demonic Beasts, particularly noteworthy were the 108 Fire Lizards on the 25th floor. It was then he stumbled upon a fleeting insight, a moment of clarity that had eluded him until he reached the Minute Subtlety Stage.

Releasing a barrage of ice spears, the connection between his mind and the magic elements in the air began to crystallize. "In a state of heightened intricacy, the delicate psychic filaments I wield to manipulate the magic elements wove together into a vibrant rainbow bridge," he mused.

It appeared as though the needed magic elements were flocking to him, yet many still drifted beyond the reach of these gossamer strands, leading to a discontinuity in the magic. Insignificant as it was, it bore no impact on his magical prowess.

But what if these minute discrepancies were magnified a thousandfold, or even ten thousandfold?

Zhang Xing abandoned the use of Earthquake Arts and instead wielded an ice spear to strike at the back of the Fire Lizard.

A hundred strikes, a thousand strikes.

After one thousand five hundred strikes, he observed a curious phenomenon: no matter how intensely you wield mental energy to manipulate magic elements, even if your assault seems impregnable, there's always an elusive weak spot.

And this weak spot can be easily exploited.

Once you identify this vulnerability, you can evade or shatter any formidable spell.

Zhang Xing then simultaneously cast ice spears with his left hand and Flame Blades with his right, seeking out the frailties in each.

Meanwhile, the last Fire Lizard continued to belch molten magma.

Acting on instinct, Zhang Xing flicked his wrist, sending the ice spear crashing through the magma and barreling towards the Fire Lizard, only for the Flame Blade to swiftly catch up and merge with it. Both spells disintegrated in unison.

After relentless trials, a sudden strike of the Flame Blade found a specific point on the ice spear. With a hissing jet, the spear shattered.

Undeterred, the Flame Blade surged ahead and struck the Fire Lizard.

Zhang Xing's eyes sparkled with revelation—he had found it!

That point was the magic's most vulnerable spot.

Through innumerable tests, he honed his ability to pinpoint the weaknesses in both the Flame Blade and the ice spear, achieving near-perfect accuracy.

He was now successful 90% of the time.

Zhang Xing continued his experiments, his entire focus absorbed in this pursuit.