### **Chapter 90 : The Shen Blocking Technique**
The chapter begins with Sakamoto standing on the floating island, his eyes wide as he took in the surreal surroundings. The island hovered in a serene, otherworldly space, the air crisp and filled with a faint, calming hum. Sakamoto turned to Rajesh, his voice tinged with awe. "Where are we?"
Rajesh smiled faintly, his hands clasped behind his back. "This is Dinesh's Floating Island," he explained. "It's a technique unique to him. He can summon himself and others into this space, creating a temporary sanctuary. It'll buy us some time, but it won't stop Headless. He'll find his way here eventually."
Sakamoto's expression grew serious. "What do we do now?"
Rajesh turned to him, his gaze steady. "You're going to learn a new technique—a fighting style that could save your life. It's called the Shen Blocking Technique."
Jayesh stepped forward, his voice calm but authoritative. "This technique is unique, known only to a few. It was originally created by the Lockwood Bloodline, which is why we're called the Lockers. It's simple but incredibly effective if mastered. It's a fighting style that can disable an opponent's Shen flow, reduce their muscular strength, and temporarily nullify their Shen abilities."
Dinesh nodded, adding, "It's particularly devastating against those who rely solely on their Shen abilities to fight. The technique relies on rapidly striking specific pressure points on the human body. It's as old as time itself, passed down through generations."
Jayesh took a deep breath, his body shifting into a ready stance. He demonstrated the technique on a wooden structure, his hands moving in a blur as he struck each pressure point with precision. The sound of his strikes echoed with a sharp *THWACK-THWACK-THWACK*. "This is how it's done," he said, stepping back. "Your turn."
Sakamoto stared at the wooden structure, his mind racing. "This is… a lot to take in," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "It's like my head's going to burst open."
Rajesh's voice was firm. "We don't have time for jokes. Start practicing. Now."
Sakamoto nodded, his determination overriding his frustration. He stepped up to the wooden structure, mimicking Jayesh's movements. His first few strikes were clumsy, his hands missing the pressure points entirely. The sound of his failed attempts was a dull *THUD* against the wood. But he didn't stop. Over and over, he struck, his movements growing more precise as the hours passed. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the island, but Sakamoto kept going, his face set in a mask of concentration.
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Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the island, Dinesh sat beside Rajesh, his expression thoughtful. "How are you holding up?" he asked, his voice low. "It's been years since you used the Phoenix power. Why now? Why for this kid?"
Rajesh chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Sakamoto. "Because that boy there is going to be the strongest hunter the world has ever seen. Not just because of his power, but because of his heart. He reminds me of Ichabod."
Dinesh raised an eyebrow. "Ichabod? That's high praise."
Rajesh nodded, his expression growing somber. "To answer your question about my powers… I can still use them if I want to. But the curse the Warlord placed on me during our battle… it's a heavy burden."
Dinesh's eyes widened. "The Ark Angel Michael? One of Arcade's Warlords? The one known as the Curser?"
Rajesh nodded again. "Yes. He's still imprisoned here, isn't he?"
Dinesh sighed. "Yes he is, still in my mummification state. It was a tough battle—three against one. We barely managed to contain him."
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Back in Seoul, Mujin and Akebi stood in a hospital room, their expressions grim. Wang, one of the tournament participants, lay on the bed, his body hooked up to machines. His face was pale, his eyes vacant. A medical staff member stood nearby, explaining the situation.
"He was brought in like this—almost dead. Part of his brain was chopped off. Luckily, he has blood manipulation, so he managed to keep himself alive long enough to get here. He doesn't speak anymore he's just line a zombie . The only thing he's written is this." The staff member handed Mujin a piece of paper.
Mujin unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words. His expression darkened as he read aloud, "He's the Shapeshifter."
Akebi's eyes widened. "The Shapeshifter? What does that mean?"
Mujin's voice was grim. "It means we're dealing with something far more dangerous than we thought ." He down on wang's broken body, what had he seen? And more importantly, who was he warning them about?
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