The silence in the side hall was a physical presence, thick with the aftershock of the Immortal Saint's revelation. Limit Breaker. The words hung in the air, not as a concept, but as a seismic event in the history of martial arts, made manifest in the broken body of a thirteen-year-old boy.
Mark's mind, a repository of countless martial techniques and esoteric knowledge, raced to comprehend it. A Limit Breaker was not merely pushing past one's limits; it was the violent, temporary shattering of the soul's own cage. It was a state where the body, flooded with a torrent of latent potential, became a temporary god of war. Physical strength and speed ascended to impossible heights. Stamina became boundless. The mind, sharpened to a razor's edge, processed the world in frozen instants, allowing for split-second decisions that defied physics and prediction. It was a key to a reservoir of power every martial artist knew existed but was forever locked away from them.
