Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 798 - 369: Since we don’t know which path is the right one, let’s walk them all!_4
"One might think we don’t know each other well."
Yet the Preacher responded very seriously.
"No, we are well-acquainted. If we weren’t, I wouldn’t remember your name."
The man with the bulbous nose looked speechless.
After that, he stopped dwelling on it, nonchalantly plopped down on the ground, took a big swig of white liquor from the bottle, and then asked, "Do you think their path can be completed?"
"I don’t know. The Human Race lacks gods, the Martial Path is limited. We are all striving to cross over; no one knows if their own path is the right one," the Preacher said aloud.
The man with the bulbous nose looked at him in astonishment, "Wow, I can’t believe those words came out of your mouth. I thought you would say something like, ’What the nine masters said is all correct, their path is ultimately right,’ or something like that."
He mimicked the Preacher’s tone comically.
The Preacher seemed unfazed, saying, "The masters have told us their time was too short to fully complete the true Martial Arts Dao, so the path they left is not perfect."
"The Human Race must produce beings capable of resisting the gods. This has been our policy set in place long ago, otherwise, when the deities return, the Human Race will eventually become mere prey."
"Since we do not know which path is correct, let’s walk every path. This was the decision unanimously passed back then."
Hearing this, the man with the bulbous nose fell into silence. He drank from the bottle quietly.
After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sentence, "Old Wen, not everyone can maintain their true self like you."
"Especially him. He took a group of people and hid in that dark place, even though he was the most brilliant among us, dubbed by the masters as the one with a sun in his heart, he could still be tainted."
"Even though we gave him all the honor of the Elder Council and the sages, hoping this would help him recall the glory."
"But no one is sure how things will turn out. They’re dealing with Evil Gods, trying to substitute the root with the Dao, reaching upwards; this path is too crazy."
The man with the bulbous nose said lowly, "The last time I went to see him, that once magnificent and handsome bastard has now really become a big chunk of meat..."
"I believe in him!"
He hadn’t finished speaking when the Preacher interrupted.
The man with the bulbous nose fell silent once more, then staggeringly got up, "If he truly succeeds and requires the sacrifice of half the Human Race to become a Venerable God, what would you choose?"
"Stop him, or support him."
The Preacher became silent, and the man with the bulbous nose didn’t press further, swaying as he left with that bottle of erguotou that seemed never to diminish, humming an incomprehensible tune.
The Preacher knelt back before the sculpture, his expression calm, but the tightly clenched hands betrayed the turmoil within his heart.
His eyes showed immense struggle, and after a long time, he slowly uttered a single word, "Kill!"
....
On the Celestial City Star, in a desolate, primeval forest.
Two figures clashed swiftly, their techniques, movements, and even Divine Techniques virtually identical.
Their strikes were fierce and actions decisive, each punch and kick carried terrifying power, causing ripples in the surrounding space at the moment of impact.
Boom!!!
Finally, as they faced each other in a fierce encounter, one figure could no longer withstand the power of the other and was slammed straight to the ground.
The terrifying power wreaked havoc, smashing several incredibly thick ancient trees before finally stopping on the ground.
The person climbed up from the ground, his handsome face expressionless; it was none other than Su Tu!
At this moment, Su Tu stood dumbfounded, lacking any previous agility and wisdom.
And the figure who had blasted him away also drifted down slowly, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, extremely handsome, and most miraculously, he looked just like Su Tu!!
"A single clone has about fifty percent of my power, the more clones created, the weaker their strength."
This speaker was the real Su Tu, now familiarizing himself with his new Skills.
He gently raised his hand, and Su Tu on the ground instantly turned into a drop of blood, returning to Su Tu’s body.
In the next moment, the soaring vitality within Su Tu abruptly extinguished, his entire aura became extremely weak, even his complexion turned somewhat pale.
