High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 239 - 145: Shattering Ambition, King Jingnan Dies! (Double-Length) (3)
In the blink of an eye, Cang Xing led his disciples to carve a path through.
Chen Kuang felt that the battle before him seemed to strip away the exaggerated effects it should have had, returning to a simple and unadorned original state.
Without Spiritual Qi, these moves appeared increasingly clear in his eyes.
After watching Cang Xing use the same set of moves to kill twenty people in succession, Chen Kuang felt a flash of inspiration in his mind; unexpectedly, he grasped Cang Xing’s technique "Plum Blossom Seal."
This is the "Martial Arts Genius" passive!
This was the first time Chen Kuang had ever learned someone else’s technique while observing a battle.
In theory, the passive "Martial Arts Genius" indeed should be "instant mastery upon sight," but until now, Chen Kuang had always been in a state of being hunted by opponents who were several levels above him, never encountering an evenly matched situation.
Either he immediately defeated his opponent or was instantly defeated.
Naturally, he had never had the spare energy to focus on observing others’ techniques.
Chen Kuang turned his gaze to observe other people’s moves, only to find they lacked the exquisite skill compared to Cang Xing, a Martial Saint Pavilion member; in comparison, theirs could only be described as crude.
The Martial Saint Pavilion, indeed, selects only the best of the best.
Such members are establishing sects all over the place, no wonder they have such great fame...
If he were normally a Body Cultivator, he would surely choose the Martial Saint Pavilion as his goal.
Unfortunately, now his goal is to destroy the Martial Saint Pavilion.
"Boom——"
With an icy gaze, Chen Kuang watched as Cang Xing broke through heavy encirclement by the soldiers, suddenly advancing towards Wen Chi.
At this instant, Chen Kuang shifted his gaze from Cang Xing to Wen Chi.
[Silent Night Thoughts: After staying still for one hour at night, you can sense the thoughts of the first person you see; if you make any movement, the passive becomes ineffective.]
Because the conditions were stringent, this was the first time Chen Kuang triggered this passive.
But this time, it was crucial.
Because he needed to accurately know Wen Chi’s intentions and backup plans at the moment—
Wen Chi took a deep breath, relaxing and then clenching his fist.
Enough.
If he has to offend the Martial Saint Pavilion, so be it. After today, behind him, supporting his ambition, stands a Saint!
"Please, gentlemen, make your move."
Wen Chi cupped his hands while on horseback.
In an instant, two figures appeared like specters behind Cang Xing.
Cang Xing immediately reacted, his expression turning fierce, and he struck backward with a powerful palm!
"Bang!"
One of them took the strike head-on, while the other aimed a sword at Cang Xing’s head!
These two were the true Grandmaster benefactors nurtured by the Prince’s Mansion.
Completely different in caliber from the two Death Warriors.
Wen Chi curled the corner of his lips into a cold smile.
But the next second, his smile froze.
Because a cold blade already pressed against his back, right at the heart.
At this moment, those two benefactors were entangled with Cang Xing.
The numerous other soldiers were fiercely battling several Demon Race members from the Mountain and Sea Alliance.
Wen Chi was out of options.
His cultivation was only at the Fifth Level of Tower Climb Realm—although he often cursed his brother as a waste, in truth, sharing the same mother, his talent wasn’t exceptional either; otherwise, he wouldn’t need the Cultivation Array.
And at this moment, the owner of the blade was exactly one level above him in cultivation.
Chen Kuang landed on the horseback, holding a randomly picked long sword, and said indifferently: "Can your ambition save your life?"
Wen Chi’s scalp tightened instantly, shouting, "Granny Wang Shu, save me!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
"Screech!"
Chen Kuang’s sword had already pierced into Wen Chi’s body, with half the sword tip buried in the heart.
Above the sky, a sigh like rolling thunder descended.
Wang Shu’s voice fell from afar: "Let him go, you’ve won, you can leave the Yang Kingdom."
The massive fingers appeared once again in the sky, casting shadows over the entire Zangfeng State, the immense pressure nearly suffocating.
This time, the focus of the fingers landed directly on Chen Kuang!
But Chen Kuang smiled.
It wasn’t a cold smile nor a faint smile but a grin tinged with madness.
"Sealing, killing, releasing at whim, so merciful, so mighty... Saint indeed is fucking majestic! Whatever you say goes, someone kills me and you back them up, you let me live and I must feel grateful, but—
Do all have to listen to you in this world?!"
Chen Kuang thrust the sword forward, piercing through King Jingnan Wen Chi’s heart.
Wen Chi’s eyes widened, staring at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his gaze full of disbelief: "You..."
"Screech!"
Chen Kuang withdrew the sword, standing on horseback, kicking down Wen Chi’s corpse.
