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How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?

Chapter 340 - 172: Advancement: Beastman Shield Guard
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Chapter 340: Chapter 172: Advancement: Beastman Shield Guard

With that power, he is invincible!

What an outrageous, yet terrifying, assessment.

Based on this insight and judgment alone, Nie Cang knew there was a vast gap between him and Yin Liulan.

He suddenly began to understand why this chief instructor, with her mysterious background, always showed a nearly callous impatience toward the one-in-a-million geniuses in the training camp.

’Perhaps it’s because she’s seen far too many monstrous talents in her time.’

’Ordinary top talents are no longer worthy of her notice.’

And yet, this was the first time Nie Cang had ever heard such an outrageous assessment come from Yin Liulan.

But soon, Nie Cang picked up on something that didn’t seem right about her words.

’What does she mean... after he truly awakens his second Martial Arts Spirituality?’

’Creating purple crystals from nothing, reviving a slain opponent, covering his body in light-devouring scales...’

’Aren’t those three alone three completely different Martial Arts Spiritualities?’

’Not to mention, the ability to turn his body transparent and ethereal while unleashing a terrifying burst of speed also seemed like a Martial Arts Spirituality.’

As if sensing the identical confusion on the faces of Nie Cang and Su Yunjin, Yin Liulan began to explain.

"The ability to form purple crystals... doesn’t it resemble the innate talent of the Crystal Spirit Race?"

Her words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over their heads.

Nie Cang and Su Yunjin were instantly stunned, their minds reeling as if struck by lightning.

They had thought Lin Ye’s ability seemed familiar, but their conventional mindset had prevented them from even considering the Celestial Abyss Race.

’How could a human Martial Artist possibly use the abilities of another race?’

Yin Liulan ignored their shock and continued, "Growing black scales on his body is the racial ability of the Shadow Scale Race."

"In close combat, his attacks continuously weaken an opponent’s Gang Sha and can even suppress the use of their Martial Arts Spirituality. That is the racial talent of the Eight-armed Race."

"As for the ability to resurrect corpses and control them like puppets, that’s harder to pinpoint for now. Far too many of the Celestial Abyss Race have abilities like that."

Nie Cang understood completely. He felt his own voice tremble as he spoke. "Are you saying that all his seemingly different Martial Arts Spiritualities are, in essence... the same one?"

Yin Liulan nodded. "From the fact that he couldn’t cover his entire body with Shadow Scale and form purple crystals at the same time, we can tell those two abilities can’t exist simultaneously."

"His true first Martial Arts Spirituality is likely a special one that allows him to absorb, plunder, and then use the innate abilities of the Celestial Abyss Race members he kills."

Yin Liulan’s speculation was infinitely close to the truth.

Nie Cang and Su Yunjin both drew a sharp, cold breath, a chill shooting up from the soles of their feet to the crown of their heads.

If this theory was true...

...then the rating for this Martial Arts Spirituality would be far beyond S-rank!

Even SS-rank wouldn’t be enough to describe how terrifying it was.

The potential of this spirituality was a bottomless abyss!

As long as Lin Ye kept fighting and killing stronger members of other races with even stranger abilities, he himself would become increasingly powerful and versatile!

"And with his first Martial Arts Spirituality already being so heaven-defying..."

Yin Liulan looked at their expressions of utter shock and dropped another bombshell.

"The All-Seeing Instrument rated the potential of his second Martial Arts Spirituality as S+."

"Furthermore, just during the initial induced Spiritual Awakening, it produced a phenomenon that caused objects to levitate and attract one another."

This was top-secret information that only she knew.

Nie Cang was completely numb.

He could only feel that the world had become absurd.

’Can the heavens truly favor one person this much?’

’His first Martial Arts Spirituality starts at SS-rank at a minimum, with limitless potential.’

’And the second one he’s about to awaken is S+ at a baseline?’

"This last week, I will find a way to help him fully awaken his second Martial Arts Spirituality."

Yin Liulan’s tone was filled with unwavering resolve.

"If I succeed, a spot in the top three of this year’s national martial arts college entrance exam is guaranteed for him!"

...

When Lin Ye opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the real-world training hall.

With that, the contest for this year’s top Qiming General Star of Ninghai City came to a close.

Lin Ye scanned his surroundings. The faces of the other twenty trainees still held lingering shock and fear.

At the same time, he also saw gloom and dejection on the faces of a few others.

Undoubtedly, their performance in this final assessment had not been ideal, and they likely faced elimination.

His gaze met Dongfang Zhen’s. The latter still wore a cheerful smile and gave him a thumbs-up.

Nearby, Zhang Daoxuan had already put his familiar, aloof expression back on.

He looked at Lin Ye, but within that detached demeanor, there was now a hint of candor that hadn’t been there before.

"If you want to learn any Sword Control techniques this next week, I’ll teach you."

He paused, seeming a little uncomfortable as his gaze shifted slightly to the side.

"But you have to promise to train with me. Before we leave the camp, I want to... withstand that final move of yours."

Listening from the side, Dongfang Zhen let out a laugh. He knew his old rival had finally resolved his hang-ups, even if his personality was still a bit difficult.

"Fall in!"

Zhou Yan’s voice suddenly rang out, authoritative and solemn.

The next moment, twenty-one trainees swiftly formed three rows, their postures ramrod straight.

Yin Liulan slowly walked to the front of the formation, holding a digital roster in her hand.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

"Zhou Ziang, Wang Hao, Liu Feifei, Sun Yu, Li Qian."

She calmly read out five names.

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