Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 990 Shaped like an eagle

"laugh……"

A soft sound, not from a sharp blade piercing armor, but more like a blunt awl piercing tough leather.

Guo Tingshu's fingers did not actually penetrate the scales, but the force containing a hint of "natural enemy" precisely pierced the key point of the green python's blood circulation.

"what!"

The green python demon cultivator let out an extremely shrill hiss of pain, and its coiled snake body suddenly convulsed and loosened as if its tendons and bones had been pulled out!

The fear and pain that originated from the depths of its blood made its massive body writhe wildly in the seawater, creating waves.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Guo Tingshu struggled free and tumbled out of the python's coils, falling into the seawater, gasping for breath and coughing incessantly.

He turned around and saw that the green python demon cultivator's vertical pupils were filled with shock, anger, confusion, and a trace of barely concealed fear, staring intently at his right hand, which was still in a strange posture.

"You... are you a human or an eagle, you son of a bitch?" the green python gritted its teeth.

Guo Tingshu barely managed to stand, suppressing his churning blood and qi, and was also horrified.

He never imagined that this hasty imitation would actually trigger a kind of innate restraint, allowing him to find a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

The green python's eyes, filled with shock and anger, were like a spark that suddenly illuminated his dazed mind.

The eagle clan's martial arts manuals that I had reviewed and practiced these past few days, those originally obscure and difficult-to-understand diagrams of qi and blood circulation, those fragmented descriptions of [form], [intention], and [momentum], now seemed to be connected by an invisible thread—

When an eagle soars in the sky, its beak is like iron, its claws like hooks, its wings like clouds, and its eyes like lightning.

The key to defeating natural enemies lies not in brute force, but in the essence of their nature.

"call……"

Guo Tingshu forcibly suppressed his surging blood and stopped trying to escape.

He slowly adjusted his almost falling-off posture, slightly lowered his waist, and raised his back like a bow. His right arm still maintained that strange inward-curling posture, with his five fingers loosely pinching, as if pecking but not pecking.

At the same time, his remaining vital energy no longer flowed blindly, but instead, according to the description of a demonic cultivation technique called "Eagle Soaring Technique" in his memory, began to slowly converge towards specific meridians in his arms, shoulders, and even back.

If Guo Tingshu's previous imitations of the behavior of beasts were merely superficial, then at this moment, for the first time, he possessed a true essence of the eagle!

"Playing tricks!" The green python demon cultivator was filled with doubt and suspicion, but greed and anger quickly overwhelmed his fear of that strange attack.

Its thick snake tail swept across again with a dull thud, this time with even greater force, determined to smash this strange human into a pulp!

Guo Tingshu did not try to catch it head-on. Just as the snake's tail was about to reach him, he kicked his feet hard in the water, his body leaping upwards with great difficulty. The movement was clumsy, but it was just enough to allow the deadly tail to glide past his feet.

As he dodged, he lowered his shoulder and extended his arm, his right hand, mimicking an eagle's beak, swooping down to "peck"—not aiming at the hard scales, but rather at the point where blood and qi flowed between the snake's tail and body.

"laugh!"

Another soft sound. This time the force was more concentrated, and the base of the green python's tail went numb. The immense force of its sweeping attack was reduced by 30%, and its massive body lost its balance and twisted.

"efficient!"

Guo Tingshu's spirits lifted. He stopped passively dodging and began to actively move around.

Each time I step into the water, I mimic the short, sharp burst of force that an eagle uses when pushing off the ground.

With each twist, I try to mobilize the Qi and blood in my back, making my body appear lighter and more abrupt, like a hawk circling in the forest.

His hands are his "beak" and "claws".

The right hand is the main "peck," which targets the nodes of qi and blood, and the gaps between joints. The moves are simple and ruthless. The left hand transforms into a "hook," with the five fingers sometimes coming together like a cone to stab straight, and sometimes bending like a hook to tear. Although it does not have the advantage of a real eagle's claw, after being infused with qi and blood, it can still leave white marks on the python's scales, causing qi and blood to stagnate.

The green python grew increasingly agitated. Although its opponent's strength was far inferior to its own, every attack landed on its most vulnerable spot, and every movement was cunning and unpredictable, leaving it powerless to do anything.

That discomfort, which comes from deep within his blood and is being targeted by his natural enemies, is growing stronger.

Guo Tingshu had entered a mysterious state at this moment.

At first, it was a deliberate imitation, constantly recalling the postures on various eagle clan charts in my mind, and transferring my blood and energy to the corresponding parts.

Gradually, under the pressure of life and death, imitation became instinct.

He felt the muscles in his shoulders twitch slightly under the stimulation of blood and qi, as if they were about to sprout invisible wings.

His gaze unconsciously sharpened, locking onto the subtle flaws revealed by the green python with each twist—the faint fluctuations of blood and qi beneath its emerald scales, the contraction and relaxation of its muscles, all seemed to become clearer.

He no longer adhered to any particular move or style. His right arm strike missed, and he used the water flow to spin around, whipping out his left leg like a whip, his toes pointed, like the sharp kick of an eagle swooping down, slamming hard into a slightly soft scale on the side of the green python.

"Hiss!" The green python shuddered in pain.

The balance of power is quietly shifting.

Guo Tingshu fought with increasing confidence, and that sense of "natural enemy restraint" gradually permeated every strike and every step he took.

The consumption of qi and blood is still enormous, but the efficiency of its use is far greater than before, often achieving three times the effect with one unit of effort.

The python began to be injured, not seriously, but the stagnation of blood and qi caused by the pecking, the pain from the flesh torn by the claws, and the pervasive sense of restraint accumulated, making its movements increasingly sluggish, and the shock and anger in its eyes were gradually replaced by a trace of fear.

Finally, Guo Tingshu seized a golden opportunity.

Unable to break through his defenses after a prolonged attack, the green python opened its blood-red maw in a rage, attempting to swallow him whole. Deep within its crimson throat lay a relatively weak point in its defenses.

It's now!

A sharp glint flashed in Guo Tingshu's eyes. He squeezed out the last bit of blood and qi from his dantian, kicked off with both feet, and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the giant mouth instead of retreating!

In mid-air, a series of slight popping sounds came from all his joints. His right arm was pulled back to its limit, and the muscles of his entire arm twisted and tightened in some way. All his insights, all his energy, and all his understanding of the "eagle" and its artistic conception were concentrated at the tips of his five fingers.

This time, it's not about imitating its form.

Its spirit has been possessed.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After a long time, Guo Tingshu struggled to crawl out of the giant mouth of the green python, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. His face was ashen, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. He was completely exhausted.

The enormous body of the green python demon remained frozen in place, its huge mouth still open, but the fierce light in its vertical pupils had already dissipated.

Guo Tingshu floated on the sea, staring at the corpse of the green python, his chest heaving violently.

He had just felt as if he had truly transformed into a hawk, and even the blood in his body had involuntarily shifted towards the hawk race. Now that his blood and qi had calmed down, he gradually returned to normal.