Yoze's mind rapidly spun as he took a deep breath. The cold air had a hint of blood, dust, and other harmful materials, but he didn't mind. His body was strong enough to quickly digest the materials that might upset an average person's stomach and lungs.
He held onto this breath until every last bit of oxygen was absorbed into his lungs before quickly exhaling all the carbon dioxide. He then took another few short breaths to accelerate his heart rate. As he performed this strange breathing method, he watched as the world around him seemed to quickly slow before settling at a rate 20 percent slower than normal.
Feeling his mind working faster than normal, Yoze smiled under his blood armor as he began to feel his two hearts thump hard. The pressure on his shoulders from holding back at the immortal cultivator tournament and even having to restrain himself for a week melted away like snow.
He could finally just relax and be who he wanted to be and do what he wanted. He didn't realize that he bore so much pressure that it affected his mood and desire to train. Even though Yoze knew that his emotions were no longer being affected by the witch's formation, he couldn't help but feel his blood lust for battle rise like the sun.
He didn't care about killing his opponents most of the time, and he didn't like wasting his precious time on things he didn't like. But like every martial artist, they would suffer from an ill mental state that would slowly destroy their bodies and souls.
Even though he didn't think he was suffering that much since he only had been restraining his behavior for a short period, he didn't want to take a chance like that.
"Restraint is something that every being must do. This is how the world is allowed to function without destroying itself. The body restraints itself to protect its own strength from ripping itself apart. The mind restraints itself so that it doesn't go crazy from all the information that it processes."
"Spiritual energy restrains itself so that it doesn't decay from the harsh environment. Demons restrain themselves so they don't face the cold embrace of death. Immortals restrain themselves so they don't face death's cold embrace."
"I restrain myself for the opportunity to progress. Martial arts are a means of restraint and a means of freedom. It allows for the restrained power of the body and mind to be free. It allows the body to reach its utmost potential by drawing out the Inner Vigor hidden inside every cell and letting it do the impossible."
As Yoze thought about the complexity of life and how his life had been affected by transmigrating to this world, The Eternal Justice demon wasn't planning on allowing him to freely comprehend his inner desires. With a deep roar, the twenty different eyes on Eternal Justice's body radiated a powerful red light as it mobilized 20 percent of its blood-red spiritual energy to form dozens of spiritual energy ghost monsters.
The majority of the spiritual energy ghost took on a similar form to the Eternal Justice demon, which made it look similar to the Armored Elephant demon's Spiritual model. Fortunately for Yoze, he noticed that even though these spiritual energy ghosts had formed into other monsters, they lacked the intelligence and sentience of the Armored Elephant Demon Spiritual Energy model.
Even though these ghosts lacked intelligence of their own, he didn't dare underestimate them as they each were easily five times stronger than the Leopard Demon's desperate attack. After putting his thoughts into the back of his mind to think about later, Yoze took another deep breath and no longer restrained himself.
As soon as he relaxed, deep cracks resounded from his body as it rapidly grew an additional two feet allowing him to reach over ten feet. With his growth, the aura around his body deepened as his body began to sing praise as his Blood Weapon Handler body cultivation method went on overdrive.
Even Yoze's blood armor became more terrifying as numerous spikes grew around his fists and feet. With one punch or kick, these spikes would tear apart whoever and whatever they touched without mercy.
"This form isn't too bad. I no longer need to imagine creating certain weapons since their blueprints are now ingrained into my armor." Yoze thought to himself with excitement as he noticed that these spikes were not simply for ripping his enemies apart.
They also had a dual purpose of allowing him to summon and create certain weapons without thinking about what they would look like. Instead, all he needed to do was think about wanting a sword, spear, or whip, and he could instantly summon the identical one he usually created.
Even though this would only spare him a few milliseconds, in an intense battle, each second counted. If he didn't need to think about creating a weapon in the heat of battle, he could put his remaining focus on destroying his opponents.
"I must be getting close to reaching the second level of my Blood Weapon Handler body cultivation method. Once I reach the second level, this transformation should be complete, and I should be able to set a dozen different weapons into my armor."
"Throw a talent mark on that Slug demon. I want to see if it's truly as old as it says it is." Yoze quickly thought to himself as he dodged the dozens of red ghosts coming his way.
Even though the red spiritual ghosts hadn't touched him, Yoze could feel their intense heat penetrating his body and attempting to burn his mind. Luckily, though the ghosts were as fast as a Martial Grandmaster, they were too slow to him when he moved as quickly as he could physically, much less when he was using Centipede Steps.
So in less than an instant, the Eternal Justice demon found that not only were its attacks useless, but they created a gap for Yoze to quickly narrow the distance between them. Given the sheer size of its slug body that was barely able to fit on Gospel Peak even when it was constraining its body, it knew that it was a sitting duck.
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