705: Chapter 78: Turbulent Waves Arise 705: Chapter 78: Turbulent Waves Arise All of An Jing’s current cultivation techniques are essentially ant to enhance his basic attributes.
Even skills like ‘Life-taking Sword’, ‘Derive Hundred Soldiers’, and ‘Slaying Thousands of Soldiers’ rely utilize his formidable power, similar to An Jing learning to chop with the blade rather than hitting with the handle.
Even with just his base attributes, he can compete with so individuals of the sa Martial ridian rank who wield Divine Skills; such a robust foundation is precisely the reason why An Jing is considered Heaven’s Chosen.
However, when facing those talents who, since childhood, have cultivated high-level cultivation techniques, have had ample resources for nurturing, and also possess powerful Fate Pattern energies, An Jing indeed needs so techniques for explosive force.
If other inheritances are not suitable, then he simply has to develop his own.
In the view of Third Middle School and other matters of Xuanye City, An Jing and his friends are rely catching up on knowledge, quietly cultivating to avoid attention.
Therefore, An Jing wouldn’t voluntarily expose himself by going to the training fields to test the might of his new skills.
Even though he has theorized and simulated in his mind, many things appear perfect in conception but encounter various problems during actual application.
After all, theoretical ideas must be put to the test in practice.
In a desolate wilderness, An Jing spread his arms, activating “Grass and Wood Withering and Flourishing Return to Fla Soil”.
An invisible force twisted the air, swirling around An Jing, converging his pure white Tai Shi Yuan Evil into Tai Sui Wood Evil, Ying Huo Fire Evil, and Heavenly Earth Evil in perfect harmony.
First, wood fuels the fire, raising the True Qi; An Jing’s skin imdiately reddened as if seared by flas, the terrifying heat generating currents of air that interweaved to tear the atmosphere, forming a shield of Gang Qi.
Then, the fire promotes vitality, solidifying into earth.
The layer of Gang Qi shield suddenly drew into his body, the hot air contracted violently, and the explosive force, like tiny bombs, detonated inside him.
However, under the suppression of formation patterns on his body surface, this force was channeled entirely into his Flesh and Blood, viscera, ridians, and bones, transforming into a terrifying burst strength to reinforce and enhance his physique.
Boom!
An Jing’s muscles bulged out trendously, and as he stomped on the ground, dust billowed into the sky.
His figure vanished from sight, a feat not even a Martial ridian’s dynamic vision could easily capture.
And in the next breath, with a thunderous roar akin to lightning, An Jing’s speed reached and even surpassed Thunder Sound, sprinting to thousands of ters away to carve a straight, scorched trail through the plains!
An Jing slamd his fist into the ground, and a pitch-black hole appeared seamlessly on the earth, without any sound of explosion or tremor.
But An Jing didn’t stay in place; he quickly retreated and hovered in mid-air.
Seconds later, a series of muffled thunder roared deep within the Earth Fiend, a hundred ters below.
The ground rippled like water, and the crust abruptly rose into a hillock.
Crevices splintered across the hillock and the surrounding earth, ejecting jets of dark red and black sparks, staining hundreds of yards of land.
Deep in the ground, the violent explosions and tremors continued; such concentrated force, only bursting forth after piercing through a hundred ters of soil and rock—that’s the terrifying power of the ‘Blast Fist’.
“Still needs improvent.”
Despite witnessing this scene, An Jing coldly observed without elation over the display of power far exceeding that of an ordinary early-stage Martial ridian individual.
The arm with which he had thrown the punch was covered in cracks like shattered porcelain, and evaporated blood drifted out like smoke: “It seems the fifth Divine Abnormality of ‘Returning Fla Soil’ should be the resilient skin mbrane and ridian channels, strong enough to contain this wild force.”
The explosive power of Returning Fla Soil was undoubtedly sufficient, but according to An Jing’s expectations, the ‘Withered Glory Explosion Fist’ should have even stronger penetrating power, capable of directly piercing through fortresses and stone walls, to detonate their central areas from a distance.
As it was, it resembled nothing more than an oversized ground-drilling bomb; mightily powerful indeed, but not particularly astonishing.
After noting down points for improvent, An Jing’s gaze sharpened, and the wounds on his arm began to heal.
“Hmm?”
However, just as An Jing was about to continue testing the ‘Snow Swinging Blade’, he suddenly frowned, his form disappearing and he slipped into the hole created by his earlier punch.
Before vanishing, he released the ‘Xi Yin’ drone, making it invisible and hiding nearby.
About fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a buzzing similar to the flapping of dragonfly wings, a flying shuttle matching the color of the sky and blending into the surroundings like a mirror quietly arrived in the airspace.
Then, two Grandmaster level Martial ridian individuals stepped out of the flying shuttle, hovering in mid-air, examining the disturbances around them.
One of them even approached the hillock created by An Jing’s explosive punch, collecting so ashes as samples.
“There’s a strong scent of Fla Soil here, with a hint of wood.” He mused: “This big hole…
Could it be a Fla lting Demon Beast from beneath the surface?
Why would it suddenly appear on the ground?”
Another person did not find it strange: “They just need to breathe.
With the Frost Calamity sealing the earth, these Demon Beasts have been suffocating for years; it would be strange if they didn’t need to breathe.”
They exchanged information as if no one else was around: “Without any signs of Golden Qi, the target is probably just a common Demon Beast coming out to breathe, let’s go.”
Having said this, they went back to the flying shuttle and quickly fled away.
But An Jing did not co out and continued to wait.
A full half an hour later, the semi-transparent flying shuttle reappeared—what had previously fled was rely an illusion; the flying shuttle had actually remained invisible in place the whole ti, observing the surroundings!
“It really is just an ordinary Demon Beast…”
The Martial ridian duo who reappeared expressed their regret: “It’s truly baffling, we’ve been tracking An Jing’s presence all this way, but we just can’t find it!”
“Isn’t it?
Suddenly appearing and then disappearing, if it were the Divine Skill of the Great Void it would be different, the speed is neither fast nor slow, and there are indeed traces of using a Magic Artifact for travel…”
“Forget it, even the Tianyi Demon Sect couldn’t stop his defection in the Inner Breath Realm back then, he’s achieved the Martial ridian now, for sure it’s not sothing we can locate.”
This ti, the Space Shuttle they activated truly left.
The drone recorded everything.
In the cave, An Jing replayed their conversation and watched the video captured by the drone, his brows furrowing: “This uniform…
is it from the Bright Mirror Sect?”
“Who is sneakily tracking , and even disguised as soone from the Bright Mirror Sect?
No…
could it actually be soone from the Bright Mirror Sect?”
Whichever possibility it was, the situation of the Bright Mirror Sect seed quite grim at the mont.
“It seems I really can’t wait anymore.”
Taking a deep breath, An Jing decided that after dealing with the affairs of the Tianyuan Realm, he would go into the city in disguise.
He had a feeling that if he, as the True Transmission disciple of the Bright Mirror Sect, didn’t do sothing soon, he might indeed miss so major events.
anwhile, in the Tianyuan Realm.
Huo Qing, who was about to rush to the Rusty Feather Studio, was cornered in an alley by a gang of gangsters.
“Not the Night Niche Gang…” Huo Qing glanced at them and realized that these people were quite unfamiliar, definitely not locals from the neighboring areas.
He said in a deep voice, “Are you here for An Jing?
Or are you rcenaries hired by the Night Niche Gang?”
Without uttering a word, these people simultaneously drew their swords and charged at Huo Qing in an orderly fashion.
To this Huo Qing narrowed his eyes and then revealed a smile.
If it were him from before, at this mont he would probably have to take out his Array Plate and use a big move like the Vine Formation to hinder them, to win a chance to escape.
But now…
it was a good opportunity to practice his skills on them!
Assuming the stance, his chi began to rise, and a red luster identical to An Jing’s covered Huo Qing’s whole body.
The heat wave twisted the air as he clenched his fists.
On another side.
Nian Quan, who was on his way, suddenly stopped.
Because in his Divine Soul Chip, a long-dormant grey number had suddenly co online.
[Do you want to know the truth behind the unrest in the Black Market?
If you do, co to the Floating Dust Plains Third Waste Treatnt Plant.]
The cold ssage flickered, wounding more than sharp swords ever could.
Nian Quan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
When he opened them again, the profound blue Spiritual Light in his eyes surged like a tsunami, filled with cold fury: “It doesn’t matter who you are.”
“Don’t.
Use the number my mother left to send things like this.”
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