My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world Chapter 137 137: The Ruin Core – A Sudden Intervention

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"I know you're out there, Kent," Nima muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning every twisting corridor and hidden alcove. "You can't pick up girls. Sister in law's in TV dramas are always bad. They will make you leave ."

The spell of determination was palpable. With her underlings at her side and now an unbreakable new bond ford with Fatty Li. Nima led her team deeper into the heart of the ruin.

anwhile Kent crouched in a shadowed niche of the Ruin Core area, the ancient stones around him echoing with the remnants of past battles. Through a wide, broken arch, his eyes fixed on the central arena where a fierce duel was unfolding.

On one side stood Nexus Yang Li, a revered Level‑B cultivator with steely eyes and precise, asured strikes. Well his opponent, also a Level‑B fighter representing the Dark Alliance, dueled against him. Surrounding the combatants, a scattering of few Level‑C dark alliance supporters lunged intermittently, their numbers adding to the tumult.

For several long minutes, Kent watched silently from his hidden vantage. He noted every parry and lunge, every burst of spiritual energy that rippled across the floor. With each passing mont, it beca apparent that Yang Li's movents, once fluid and deadly, were beginning to slacken. His once impeccable technique showed signs of fatigue; every defensive stance and swift counterattack grew a little slower and less sure.

Kent's heart pounded as he assessed the situation. "Yang Li is giving in," he muttered under his breath. "I can help… I'm only Level‑D." He bit his lip in frustration.

He was no match for a Level‑B warrior or multiple Level-C at the sa ti. The harsh truth was that his skills were currently far below what was needed to shift the battle decisively. Yet, the determination to stand by his comrades and the desire to prove himself spurred him into action.

Kent's gaze shifted to his system display, which blinked persistently with the shop interface.

[Cultivation Fruit. Price: 1,000,000 SP each.]

He exhaled sharply. "I need to level up." There was no ti to waste. With a few rapid keystrokes, he navigated his system nu. In a mont of calculated desperation, he purchased two Cultivation Fruits.

Without pausing, Kent upholstered both of the fruits and brought it to his lips. He swallowed quickly, and almost imdiately, his vision blurred with an influx of raw spiritual energy.

The surge was instantaneous and unmistakable. The ambient energy around him seed to ripple; even from his hidden position, he was discovered by others. Almost at once, a deep voice cut through the clamor of battle. Yang Li had noticed it was Kent who just levelled up.

[Ding! Congratulations! You have leveled up to Level‑C. Reward is preparing…]

"Kid, I just felt your spiritual energy—you leveled up to Level‑C!", he was speaking with surprise and grudging admiration. "Weren't you Level‑E at the lake site before we entered the ruins?"

Kent allowed himself a roguish grin. "I just double-leveled up, old tir. It's not a big deal," he replied with playful arrogance. Then, without another pause, he stepped from the shadows and made his way into the fray. "Let help you a bit, old man."

The effect was imdiate. The sudden appearance of a newly powered Level‑C combatant shifted the dynamics of the skirmish. Kent moved in with a reckless boldness that belied his forrly lower status.

Although he now fought on par with the lesser dark alliance cultivators, his techniques were still unorthodox. Instead of following a structured fighting style, he employed a series of rapid, unpredictable maneuvers: a feint here, an absurd dodge there, even a mock stumble that set his opponents off balance.

Each ti he landed a strike—whether by a clumsy flying kick or a light jab that distracted an enemy long enough to create an opening—the system rewarded him with notifications. His SP counter soared with every successful quip and well-tid attack. The battlefield lit up with digital numbers, a testant to his newfound prowess.

Ding! 300 SP copied from 444 (angry).

Ding! 600 SP copied from 445 (Frustration).

Ding! 750 SP copied from 446 (Codic Counterattack).

Yang Li, montarily turning his attention from his own duel, called out over the din, "Kid, you're a wild card, but I need your help. Let's finish this together!" His tone was both commanding and encouraging, acknowledging the unexpected arrival of a reinvigorated ally.

Kent's reply was a half-smile and a nod. "You got it, old man," he quipped, his voice laced with irreverent humor. With his soul Slasher dagger in hand, a weapon that throbbed with dark, unstable energy, he launched himself into the lee.

In a series of near-codic confrontations, he parried blows, ducked under sweeping strikes, and even mimicked a clumsy sorsault that baffled the enemy ranks. When a Level‑C dark alliance fighter swung a heavy, uncoordinated attack, Kent sidestepped with a flip, his sword arcing through the air and clipping his opponent's side. The opponent staggered, leaving behind a cascade of SP notifications that lit up Kent's internal display.

As the dark alliance fighters began to falter under the combined assaults of Yang Li and the newly energized Kent, the din of combat grew even more frenzied.

Enemy cultivators fell in an almost farcical display of clumsy defeats. Each one punctuated by bright flashes of SP accumulation and even a few system ssages praising Kent's unpredictable thods. One enemy, tripping over his own robes after a poorly tid dodge by Kent, collapsed in a heap with a chorus of SP notifications trailing in his wake.

Ding! 300 SP copied from 444 (sha). Ding! 600 SP copied from 445 (shaful). Ding! 600 SP copied from 445 (shaful).

As the clash continued to hum in the background. For a brief mont, during a lull in the heavy exchange of blows, his system displayed a new alert, a reminder of the harsh reality he had just been thrust into:

[Ding! System storage update. Future Cultivation Fruit cost now increased to 100,000,000 SP per fruit.]

For a heartbeat, the excitent of the mont was marred by the weight of this update. Kent frowned and muttered under his breath, "One Hundred million SP for a fruit… if I ever want to level up to Level‑B, it'll take ages." But he quickly shook off the troubling news, his focus returning to the cacophony of combat around him.

"Let's think about that after the battle," he said to himself.

With a renewed, almost defiant burst, Kent resud his barrage. His movents were a kaleidoscope of chaotic precision—dodging, feinting, and striking in sequences that were both absurd and effective. The digital count of SP steadily climbed, each burst of energy adding to his reservoir of points and affirming his newfound prowess.

The tide of battle was beginning to turn, and Yang Li seized the mont to redouble his efforts. "Kid, now is the ti—give all the help you've got!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the ancient stone as more enemies were driven back.

Kent, hardly missing a beat, launched himself forward. "I'm on it, Nexus Yang Li! Let's show these dark alliance idiots what true chaos looks like!" His voice carried a mix of excitent and defiant humor as he threw himself into a flurry of attacks, each move more unpredictable than the last.

With the duel intensifying, every move from Kent seed to be t with a corresponding SP bonus. His system flashed bright notifications that numbered in the thousands, each one a digital testant to his wild, unconventional combat style.

Without a doubt, the battle in the Ruin Core was far from over. The enemies still pressed hard, and the dark alliance continued their desperate attempt to repel the combined forces of Nexus Yang Li and the unpredictable newcor.

But in that mont, as Kent's blade flashed and his laughter rang out amid the chaos, it was clear that sothing had shifted. His leap to Level‑C had not only boosted his power—it had sent ripples of hope through ruins.

Yang Li's voice, now tinged with both exhaustion and admiration, carried over the din. "Kid, your entrance… it's making a difference!" he shouted. "Keep pushing!"

Kent responded with a defiant smirk, dodging a heavy strike and countering with a flurry of zany moves that left the enemy temporarily stunned. "Don't worry, old man," he called back cheekily. "I'm just getting started—and I've got a lot more SP to collect on the way out of these ruins."

"Huh! SP???!!!???!!!"

For a final mont in the lee, the combined forces of their ragtag band seed to hold the line. The enemies, overwheld by the chaotic synergy of experienced combat and unpredictable new tactics, began to retreat. He defeated all the Level-C cultivators.

Yang Li, catching a break in the lee, called out again, "Kid, you have done well!" His voice was rough with fatigue but laced with genuine admiration. The exchange forged an unspoken camaraderie, one where the challenges of battle blurred the differences between senior and junior.