My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 133 133: Martial Arts! Back to the Dragon and Teleki

"Yeah? But so what?" Gang Reyong scoffed coldly:

"Does that change the fact that your life is in my hands?"

"I have a feeling you won't kill ," she said with a calm smile.

"..."

Gang Reyong paused, his gaze sharp. Her soul was unmistakably pure—that much was clear. But he wasn't so easily deceived. There was still sothing hidden within her, sothing that could beco a threat.

If it were up to him, he would kill her without rcy. But the main body, Eryke, had already spoken:

"Spare her. Observe her closely. Once the Seer shows up, we'll plan carefully to trap her and settle it once and for all."

That was Eryke's command.

And Gang Reyong obeyed, without hesitation.

As he looked at her with his eerie black pupils, he couldn't shake the feeling that this woman reminded him of Hak Soo.

Feeling the weight of Gang Reyong's silent stare, the woman shifted slightly, a hint of awkwardness in her expression.

To be honest, Gang Reyong was barely half her height, and his fra was lean and scrawny.

To her, he looked like nothing more than a frail child. The only truly frightening thing about him was his army.

After a long mont of quiet, Gang Reyong finally spoke:

"You're interesting. What's your na?"

"Song Mi-Hi," she replied, tilting her head.

"Will you tell how you predict the future?" Gang Reyong asked, a curious tone in his voice and a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"Future?" A flicker of puzzlent crossed her face, but she quickly nodded, thumping her chest with pride, "It's pretty easy! We just observe the stars in the sky and perform a special set of mantras that align our Qi with them. That reveals a part of the future to us, but sotis, it can be wrong."

"Wrong?" Gang Reyong asked, his expression blank.

"That's right. It requires perfect harmony and synchronization with our unique Qi. Even the slightest misalignnt, just a tiny angle off, can distort the prediction. And even when done perfectly, there can still be variation."

"Can you teach ?" Gang Reyong asked, then paused thoughtfully. "Also… don't you want revenge for your master?"

Song Mi-Hi shook her head.

"One reaps what they sow. Since she chose to commit such atrocities, she must also face the consequences."

"Oh." Gang Reyong responded simply, saying no more with a calm and cold expression.

Seeing that he had gone quiet, Song Mi-Hi gave a casual shrug and fell silent as well, for so reason she felt that she escaped a life or death situation.

Gang Reyong then turned to organizing the group and looked toward the twelve elders.

"Where are the Martial Arts and Cultivation techniques?" he asked.

"Song Mi-Hi knows about it," one of them replied.

Gang Reyong turned to her. She shrugged.

"Fine."

Soon, she led him to the side of the temple. A long passageway stretched ahead, and at its end stood a massive door guarded by Jiangshi. They were allowed through without issue.

Gang Reyong pushed the door open—and was imdiately dazzled by the endless rows of books.

Excited, he approached one and carefully began to read.

It was a theoretical treatise on the creation of Jiangshi. After a few minutes, he lost interest and moved on to another book.

The Jiangshi might seem fascinating to others, but not to him. He wasn't interested in such things.

In his eyes, they might sound cool, but his undead were vastly superior, they were faster, stronger, and completely subservient.

Best of all, he could instantly turn most enemies into undead the mont he killed them… Well, most of them.

"Martial Arts." Finally, the next book caught his interest.

Until now, he had never seen a martial arts manual. The one Chun Ma possessed was a cultivation technique. In this Martial World, martial arts, at least until one beca a First-stage Martial Artist, were primarily focused on Will.

Even at the First Stage, things didn't change much. The core of martial practice remained the sa: everything revolved around the strength of one's Will. Even a martial domain's structure was forged from it.

Because of this, all martial arts emphasized Will above all else.

The one Gang Reyong was now reading was titled Thousand-Death.

It described how the power of Jiangshi could be pooled and transferred into one's Will, temporarily granting a Martial Artist a sudden burst of strength.

While Gang Reyong wasn't interested in practicing it himself, the concept intrigued him.

What if, one day, he could create a martial art that allowed him to gather all the strength of his undead in a single mont?

Just imagining that scene stirred sothing within him, he knew it was possible.

Without hesitation, he imrsed himself in the book, reading every word until he reached the final page.

At last, he closed it with a heavy sigh.

"This was certainly an interesting concept."

He was about to start reading another martial arts manual when he suddenly paused. Turning to Song Mi-Hi, he spoke coldly:

"I'm giving you full authority. Do whatever you want with them but rember, they must never commit such atrocities again. If they do, I'll kill every last one of them."

Seeing the icy expression on Gang Reyong's face, Song Mi-Hi knew he wasn't bluffing. She bowed deeply and hurriedly left.

Gang Reyong turned back and imdiately imrsed himself in martial knowledge. If he could absorb it all, he would be able to significantly aid both Chun Ma and Eryke.

He was already one of the strongest with his Undead, and though the idea of invading the Martial Faction had crossed his mind, he chose to restrain himself. For now.

He still needed to gather his strength more and he shouldn't slaughter any innocent either, so it would only be a troubleso fight, if he doesn't crush with absolute strength.

So Gang Reyong went into a period of seclusion.

***

Back in the Dragon and Telekinetic World…

"Drayken, are you awake?" the Supre Dragon King called out with a frown—then splashed a bucket of ice-cold water on him.

"Huh?" Drayken jerked upright, a flabbergasted expression on his face.

"It's the day of your marriage."