MM Racing Chapter 192 Both at Level 5
Chapter 192 Both at Level 5
After wandering around outside, Song Chen returned to her room and closed the door.
The kill count on the system panel has been cleared to zero. The threshold of becoming a fifth-tier martial artist has been crossed, but this is just the beginning.
Seven more days passed, and Song Chen's mental strength also broke through.
In those seven days, he accumulated tens of millions of kill points and exchanged them for twenty-four Destiny Spiritual Power Pills.
Put the pill in your mouth and let it dissolve.
A cool stream of air rushed from the throat into the cranial cavity.
Deep in the brain, in the pineal gland, something is being awakened.
The golden patterns of the Eye of Truth pulsated violently deep within the iris, and the field of vision exploded in that instant.
The molecular structure of the walls, the rotation direction of the psionic particles in the air, and every texture of the airflow under the wings of birds flying past the window were all clearly visible.
Mental energy began to surge.
5300, 6800, 8700, 10200...
After fully absorbing the medicinal power of the Destiny Spiritual Power Pill, he opened his eyes.
Mental strength exceeds 10,000. Fifth-tier superhuman.
On the eighteenth day, he accumulated enough kill points to exchange for an S-level movement technique.
[Fuyao (S-rank): Ultimate wind-based movement technique, allowing one to ride the wind at will.]
Price: 1000000 kill points.
The price isn't expensive; what's expensive is the subsequent increase in proficiency.
The Gale Wings is an A-rank movement technique, fast enough for linear acceleration, but far from sufficient against a Beast King-level enemy.
"Soaring" is a displacement, from point A to point B, without any intermediate process.
He clicked the exchange button, and the instant one million kill points were deducted, a stream of information flooded into his mind.
How can psychic energy be compressed to the molecular level? How can the physical body resonate with the wind?
This knowledge was directly etched into his body's memory, and he digested it for a full hour with his eyes closed.
Then he stood up, pushed open the door, and went outside.
The night wind in Kitahara carried snowflakes that landed on his shoulders.
He stood still, a thought forming in his mind.
A gentle breeze rose around him, enveloping him completely.
The next second, he appeared fifty meters away, leaving behind a slowly dissipating afterimage.
S-level movement technique, Soaring Flight, beginner level.
On the twenty-fourth day, Song Chen pushed the Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes to the Grandmaster level.
After deducting the daily consumption for exchanging pills, the kill points accumulated during this period amounted to exactly five million.
The Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes requires five million kill points to advance from mastery to grandmaster level, and now I finally have enough.
He sat cross-legged in the cabin, the system panel floating in front of him.
[Do you wish to consume 5000000 kill points to upgrade the combat skill "Seven Slashes of Heavenly Thunder" to Grandmaster level?]
"Yes."
The moment the five million was deducted, his right hand involuntarily gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Blade.
The sword was not drawn; the blade vibrated violently within its sheath.
All the sword techniques of the Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes, from the first to the seventh strike, exploded in his mind at the same time.
The first strike initiates the attack, the second strike builds upon it, the third strike transitions, the fourth strike builds up power, the fifth strike explodes, the sixth strike compresses the attack, and the seventh strike releases the attack...
There's also the eighth strike, the one he forcefully delivered when he killed Tianlang in Iron Fang Valley.
That strike was delivered with the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder and the overload of the Northern Darkness.
The true eighth strike does not require overload.
The blade vibrated in its sheath for a full quarter of an hour, then fell silent.
He drew the Heavenly Blade, but did not activate his qi and blood, nor did he release lightning.
He simply held the knife, its blade pointing towards the bulkhead.
The intent of the blade flowed along its surface, and the invisible blade energy left a shallow mark on the metal bulkhead.
From this moment on, the Seven Thunder Slashes, a master-level sword technique, ceased to be a mere move and became his sword itself.
On the twenty-ninth day, he pushed Fuyao to the Grandmaster level.
The skill proficiency upgrade for the Soaring Flying Technique is significantly cheaper than the Heavenly Thunder Seven Slashes.
From beginner to proficient, 200,000; from proficient to expert, 500,000; from expert to master, 1 million; from master to grandmaster, 3 million.
The displacement distance has been extended from fifty meters to three hundred meters, the spiritual energy consumption for each displacement has been reduced by 30%, and the ability to control the wind has also been mastered.
Song Chen tried it on the Mongolian Plateau. With a slight breeze, he appeared 300 meters away, leaving behind several slowly dissipating afterimages.
A master-level "Soaring" technique can leave multiple afterimages along its movement path, confusing the enemy's judgment.
He moved ten times in succession, leaving thirty afterimages in the wilderness.
Day 29.
Song Chen received a message from her teacher.
"Come to the capital immediately."
It's time to set off.
He looked at Han Duo, who was standing guard to the side, and said, "Let's go, let's set off."
Han Duo immediately said, "Councilor, are we going to hunt exotic beasts this time? The exotic beasts in the vicinity have almost been wiped out. I'm afraid we'll need to go to a more distant place."
"Going to the capital?"
"Huh?" Han Duo was taken aback, a little confused.
"Are you going to the capital to hunt? The number of exotic beasts there isn't much after repeated crackdowns. Why don't you try somewhere else?"
Song Chen smiled and shook his head: "You're overthinking it. I'm going to the capital on business."
"Understood."
Soon, the spaceship took off and headed east.
Song Chen stood in front of the panoramic porthole of the command cabin. Bei Ming was dressed neatly, and his dark silver armor plates had been covered with countless tiny scratches, marks left from a month of traversing the wilderness.
Outside the window lay the frozen soil and wilderness of the Mongolian Plateau, which he had been scavenging for a whole month.
Beneath every inch of land the spaceship flew over lay the corpses of the alien beasts he had killed.
There will be no more beast tides around Kitahara Base City for the next ten years.
The density of alien beasts has dropped from the pre-war level one beast tide warning line to its lowest value in fifty years.
The spacecraft passed through the clouds and flew smoothly.
Song Chen sat cross-legged inside the cabin with his eyes closed.
Qi and blood surged through the meridians, totaling 10,580.
He himself wouldn't have believed this number a few months ago.
From a useless nobody in Anning City with a mere 0.6 points of health to a fifth-tier martial artist, he couldn't remember how many beast corpses lay between them. Each of those beasts that fell to his blade transformed into a string of numbers in the system's notification, and then into the power within his body.
His mental strength also exceeded 10,000, reaching 10,200, making him a fifth-tier ability user.
Two forces collide and conflict within the body, like two great rivers flowing into the same sea.
Qi and blood circulate in the meridians, and spiritual energy surges in the sea of consciousness. They do not interfere with each other, yet they subtly resonate at certain points.
This sense of resonance only appeared after breaking through to the fifth level. Before, we were just going our separate ways, but now we are beginning to have some kind of inexplicable convergence.
But what truly made him feel comfortable wasn't the numerical value.
It is the Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes, with master-level proficiency.
Song Chen opened his eyes, his right hand loosely clenched.
The Heavenly Blade lay horizontally on his lap, but he did not draw it; he merely pushed the scabbard lightly with his thumb.
Even through that tiny gap, the intent of the blade had already overflowed from the sheath.
The air inside the cabin trembled slightly.
Han Duo sat opposite him, his eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously sat up straight.
Song Chen retracted his thumb, and the blade returned to its sheath.
The intent to strike dissipated, and the cabin returned to calm.