How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?
Chapter 248 - 144: Blood-colored Qilin, the War for Points!
Just then, Su Yunjin’s gentle voice sounded over the broadcast system once more.
"I imagine you’re all very confused right now about why a puppet possesses such terrifying strength."
"The name Miao Yifeng might be unfamiliar to some of you here."
"But thirty years ago, he was one of the brightest stars in the Qiming General Star Training Camp. That year’s class was much like yours—a veritable explosion of talent, with monstrous prodigies everywhere."
"With the talent and strength Miao Yifeng displayed back then, he could have easily secured a top-three spot in any normal year of the training camp."
"However, he was defeated in that year’s final assessment and had to leave with regret." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Her words, carried by the broadcast, sent a shock through the hearts of many on the sidelines.
’He was already that strong, so how terrifying must the person who eliminated him have been!’
"But he wasn’t discouraged by this, nor did he give up completely."
"After leaving the training camp, he honed his martial skills in the Celestial Abyss, advanced his cultivation through blood and fire, and shattered his own limits time and time again. Now, I believe some of you may have heard of his title."
"The Mountain-Shaking Martial Saint."
Those four words struck like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone’s mind!
The Mountain-Shaking Martial Saint!
’Isn’t he a legendary figure?’
Legend says he once obliterated a small mountain range with a single punch. He’s one of the top powerhouses in all of Great Xia!
’This 20-point puppet was actually modeled after the Mountain-Shaking Martial Saint in his youth?!’
Su Yunjin’s voice continued.
"A momentary victory or defeat does not define your future accomplishments."
"Elimination from the training camp is not the end of your martial path. As long as you, like Senior Miao Yifeng, possess an unwavering heart for martial arts, you too can reach his level in the future."
"The path of martial arts has no limits."
Su Yunjin’s intention was to offer some chicken soup for the soul, to encourage those on the sidelines and tell them that a temporary setback didn’t matter.
She never expected, however, that it would have the opposite effect, turning the solemn expressions of most people on the sidelines into looks of utter despair.
’Are you kidding me?’
’I have to fight a Martial Saint?’
...
「Meanwhile, in a spacious monitoring room.」
Yin Liulan was sprawled out, her legs propped up on the control console. She swirled a colorful, custom-made cocktail in her glass, taking small sips while watching the young, terror-stricken faces on the monitors with great interest.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the looks on their faces, as if they’d just swallowed flies, she could no longer hold back. She burst out laughing, her face alight with the joy of a successful prank.
"Yunjin, great little science lesson! Look how scared you made them. Their faces are completely pale!"
Standing beside her, Su Yunjin had an embarrassed look on her face.
She hadn’t expected her well-intentioned encouragement to backfire so spectacularly.
On the other side, Nie Cang remained like a statue, staring at the screen, oblivious to everything around him.
Just then, Yin Liulan suddenly pulled her legs off the console and leaned forward slightly.
A glimmer of interest flashed through her lazy eyes.
She had seen that the figure she had been paying special attention to was finally about to enter the field.
’Let’s see what the kid ranked third on the list is really made of...’
Her finger tapped lightly on the virtual light screen in front of her, landing on a name—
Lu Jiuxiao.
...
On the field, just as everyone was still reeling from the shock of the four words "Mountain-Shaking Martial Saint"...
A figure, without any warning, shot into the arena like a bolt of burning, blood-red lightning!
SHRRRIP!
An ear-piercing tearing sound rang out!
The next moment, four horrifying, bone-deep claw marks appeared on the chest of the 20-point puppet named Miao Yifeng. Its sturdy alloy shell had been torn open like paper!
The puppet’s tall body was sent stumbling back several steps by the frenzied power contained in that single blow!
The very air of the arena seemed to grow hotter with the appearance of that figure.
Lin Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Most people hadn’t been able to see that instantaneous burst of speed, but he had captured it with perfect clarity.
’It was that young man who had been standing at the front of the crowd, the one with the most frenzied and untamable aura!’
’He’s finally made his move.’
"A Martial Saint, huh..."
The young man on the field slowly straightened up, extended his tongue, and licked the golden machine oil from his fingers.
A battle lust as scorching as magma ignited in his eyes.
"If I beat you, does that count as me beating a Martial Saint?"
"Hahaha!"
Before his words had even faded, under the horrified gazes of countless people, Lu Jiuxiao’s body underwent an utterly terrifying transformation!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A series of sharp cracks, like popping beans, erupted from his bones as his frame visibly shot up in height. His muscles bulged, stretching his combat suit to its tearing point.
Fine, tough, dark-red scales emerged from beneath his skin, rapidly covering his neck, arms, and the lower half of his face.
Two rugged, fleshy bumps even began to swell on his forehead.
His hands and feet transformed into sharp claws, like those of a ferocious beast.
A savage and violent aura erupted from him!
The red light in the 20-point puppet’s eyes flared intensely, as if it were a beast that had been thoroughly enraged.
Although the last blow hadn’t damaged its core, it had completely activated its deeper combat protocols.
The puppet began to counterattack.
It threw a simple, unadorned palm strike. The move looked slow, but the instant it was executed, it sealed off all of Lu Jiuxiao’s escape routes. The wind from the palm howled, carrying with it the power to split mountains and shatter rock!