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Chapter 253: Perfection Beyond Genius
Perfection Beyond Genius
Julian D’Aurelius, whom they deemed destined to lose, was now on a rampage.
The sight unfolding before everyone’s eyes felt almost unreal.
Only moments ago, the entire gathering had already sentenced Julian D’Aurelius to death in their hearts.
A young Silver Realm cultivator facing a mid-Gold Realm monster.
The outcome should have been obvious.
Yet reality had shattered every expectation.
The thunderous impact from Julian’s punch still echoed across the Tyson Family training grounds.
Dust drifted through the air.
Broken leaves fluttered down from nearby trees.
And standing amidst it all was Julian.
Black hair dancing in the wind.
Golden eyes shining with calm confidence.
Meanwhile, Steffan had been forced backward five full meters.
That single exchange had overturned the atmosphere completely.
Shock spread through the crowd like wildfire.
The experts from Valemont’s various Old Martial Arts households stared with widened eyes.
Even those who had spent decades cultivating found it difficult to comprehend what they were witnessing.
The young man standing before them seemed to continuously shatter common sense.
Boom!
Julian suddenly moved again.
His figure blurred.
His body seemed to merge with the wind itself.
Without giving Steffan a moment to recover, he unleashed several Old Martial Arts techniques at their peak.
The first he employed was the Tyson Family’s pride—
Dragon’s Tempest Step.
The moment the technique activated, the air around him seemed to ripple.
His movements became unbelievably fluid.
Like flowing water.
Like drifting clouds.
Like a dragon soaring through the heavens.
This technique emphasized speed and agility, significantly enhancing speed while maximizing evasive maneuvers, making it difficult for enemies to land a hit.
Many Tyson Family members knew the technique.
Some had practiced it for decades.
Some had spent half their lives studying it.
Yet what Julian displayed now was something entirely different.
This wasn’t simple mastery.
This wasn’t even grand mastery.
This was perfection.
Absolute perfection.
Once mastered to perfection, his speed was so fast that the crowd could clearly see three afterimages attacking.
Three identical figures surrounded Steffan simultaneously.
One from the left.
One from the right.
One from the front.
Even experienced cultivators struggled to determine which one was real.
Gasps erupted throughout the crowd.
"What kind of speed is that?"
"I can’t tell which one is the real body!"
"Impossible..."
"It looks like three people attacking at once!"
Even Steffan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
For the first time since arriving in Valemont, he felt genuine pressure.
The battlefield instincts he had cultivated during countless life-and-death struggles immediately activated.
His gaze darted rapidly between the afterimages.
Searching.
Calculating.
Predicting.
But Julian’s movements changed too quickly.
It was as if he had become one with the technique itself.
It was as if Julian had turned up the music, transforming into the Shadow Master, creating a great visual illusion.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The sound of air splitting echoed continuously.
Every step generated another illusion.
Every movement blurred reality itself.
Steffan raised his guard.
His expression gradually turned serious.
Meanwhile, among the Tyson Family crowd—
An elderly man suddenly froze.
His mouth slowly fell open.
His hands trembled.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Is this the perfected state of ’Dragon’s Tempest Step’?"
An old man from the Tyson Family recognized it and almost dropped his jaw in shock.
His voice cracked midway through the sentence.
The nearby Tyson Family members immediately turned toward him.
Everyone knew who he was.
He wasn’t just any elder.
He was one of the custodians responsible for protecting the Tyson Family’s martial arts manuals.
Nobody understood the family’s techniques better than him.
For decades, he had studied every page.
Every move.
Every hidden principle.
If even he was shocked...
Then the situation was far more unbelievable than they imagined.
The old man’s face turned red.
His breathing quickened.
His gaze never left Julian’s figure.
He was one of the custodians of the ancient martial arts manuals.
Just yesterday, he thought Julian had merely glanced at the ancient martial arts manual and left.
At the time, he had been secretly dissatisfied.
Very dissatisfied.
The Tyson Family’s techniques were priceless inheritances accumulated through generations.
Countless descendants had devoted years trying to understand them.
Yet Julian had entered the library.
Flipped through the manual.
Looked at it for a short while.
Then left.
Such behavior was disrespectful to the Tyson Family and arrogant.
At least, that was what he had believed.
But now...
His entire worldview was collapsing.
"But he never expected that in just one day, this kid had truly mastered their ’Dragon’s Tempest Step’ to perfection!"
The old man almost shouted the words.
His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"How long did he even look at it?"
Nobody could answer.
Because everyone was asking the same question.
How long?
One hour?
Two hours?
Three?
Even if he had spent the entire day studying it, the result would still be unbelievable.
For others, just memorizing it would be impossible.
The technique wasn’t merely a collection of movements.
It contained years of experience.
Hidden principles.
Complex transitions.
Profound martial understanding.
Many Tyson Family descendants couldn’t even memorize the complete manual after months of effort.
Yet Julian had somehow reached perfection.
Perfection!
The word itself felt absurd.
For a moment, everyone in the Tyson Family was utterly shaken.
Silence spread through the crowd.
Several elders exchanged stunned looks.
Some had practiced Dragon’s Tempest Step for over thirty years.
Some for over forty.
Yet not one of them had achieved perfection.
Not one.
For decades, no one in the Tyson Family had been able to master "Dragon’s Tempest Step" to perfection.
The reality was simply too shocking.
Nearby, Yana Tyson’s orange eyes sparkled.
She stared at Julian, hardly believing her own eyes.
The excitement in her chest grew stronger and stronger.
Her heart beat rapidly.
She remembered their previous conversation.
Julian had casually claimed he learned the Tyson Family techniques after reading them.
At the time, Yana had wanted to trust his words, but even she found it difficult to believe. What Julian claimed was simply beyond common sense.
Yet the scene unfolding before her eyes left no room for doubt.
The technique he had casually browsed through yesterday was now being displayed at a level that countless Tyson Family experts had spent decades chasing without success.
Dragon’s Tempest Step.
Perfected.
Not merely learned.
Perfected.
Yana’s orange eyes widened as she watched Julian move across the battlefield like a phantom. Three afterimages flickered around Steffan, each movement flawless and natural, as though the technique had been created specifically for him.
Her heart trembled.
As someone obsessed with martial arts, she understood better than anyone how absurd this was.
Just how had he done it?
The question lingered in her mind as she stared at Julian’s figure, unable to look away.
As a martial arts fanatic, she wanted to rush over and grab Julian to ask him immediately.
Forget the battle.
Forget Steffan.
Forget everything else.
She simply wanted an answer.
How?
How could someone do something like this?
How could someone turn impossible into reality so casually?
The more she watched, the brighter her eyes became.
A smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
Her earlier worries were gradually being replaced by amazement.
Nearby, Wren Tyson also stared silently.
His expression was complicated.
Pride.
Shock.
Gratitude.
Disbelief.
All mixed together.
Perhaps helping Julian had been the best decision he had made in years.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the battlefield—
Cheery also showed a rare hint of surprise as she looked at Julian.
Normally, her emotions remained hidden.
Calm.
Detached.
Composed.
Yet now even she couldn’t completely conceal her reaction.
Her beautiful green eyes remained fixed on Julian’s figure.
As the acknowledged top genius of Voidspring Mountain, she had also been practicing the Old Martial Arts technique Dragon’s Tempest Step.
The technique was one of the reasons she had earned her reputation.
Countless disciples admired her talent.
Countless elders praised her progress.
Yet she understood better than anyone how difficult the technique truly was.
Until today, she had barely touched the threshold of mastery.
She was still far from perfection!