My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 396 - 392: Superiority Complex, Severed Hand!
Ma Ran forcefully vanquished the "Romantic Goddess" Shana, and caused her soul to scatter.
This scene not only didn’t make the Chuankai Seventh Princess Eve feel troubled, but rather made her confidently reach a conclusion.
"Ma Ran, you are a smart person."
"I just noticed, your hard power is actually possibly weaker than Shana’s."
The corners of the Seventh Princess’s lips curved upward, hinting at a playful smile: "Clearly only having ’Native Level’ energy strength, yet you have fooled everyone around you, even leveraging the influence of ’Profound Immortal’ Zhao Guanlan to slip through smoothly, even my two brothers were deceived."
"Splendid!"
She held herself in a dignified manner, as if applauding, and slowly clapped her hands: "Splendid!"
"You have courage, you have bravery, you have wisdom."
"Someone like you can be called a ’Wise One’."
At this point, the Seventh Princess sighed: "It’s a pity, you’ve underestimated me."
"I am different from Li Tang and Adam."
"Behind me stands the Emperor who controls an entire star system."
After speaking, the Chuankai Seventh Princess Eve snapped her fingers.
Chuan Qi, who had been standing outside serving as a guard and bodyguard, immediately entered the room.
Eve pointed to this tall and burly man, her tone indifferent, having a posture of being in control and possessing wisdom: "Even among the Chuans, he is different from those other two unlucky ones."
"He carries more ’Blood of Origin’ from the Overlord River, possessing ’Vacuum Level’ strength."
"At the same time, his equipment is more advanced, any bluffing behavior is meaningless to him."
Eve smiled and reported a number: "768."
"This is your true energy strength."
"And Shana, who just died, had an energy strength of 870, a full 102 points higher than yours!"
At this point, the Seventh Princess looked at Ma Ran with interest, sizing him up: "This value is far too distant from the 1000 points of the initial Surface Level."
She pointed at Su Qiangwei: "The ’Martial God’s’ current energy strength is 1314 points."
"The ’God’ I encountered before was 1602 points."
"These two are truly at the Surface Level in reality."
"You..."
The Seventh Princess regretfully cast a glance at Ma Ran, shaking her head: "Challenging beyond your level, quite impressive, but sadly your true realm is too low."
Upon hearing Eve’s words, Jin Yina and Park Yong-jun were both struck with fear.
When the Seventh Princess spoke, she used standard Mandarin, with a broadcaster’s accent.
Both of them could understand some of it.
Regardless, this alien’s calm and composed demeanor, controlling everything, did not seem put on.
Therefore...
During the battle between ’Prophet’ Ma Ran and the ’Romantic Goddess’ Shana, that seemingly overpowering victory was actually just cleverness?
Ma Ran’s ability to defeat Shana with inferior strength relied on his extraordinary, ultimate combat techniques?
Park Yong-jun felt his mind was muddled and subconsciously muttered: "Damn it! This alien is too cunning! To make an assault while the ’Profound Immortal’ is absent!"
Jin Yina, on the other hand, furrowed her brows: "No, something feels wrong... but... what exactly is wrong..."
Unlike the two of them, Su Qiangwei remained quite calm.
She thought that the Seventh Princess Eve before her was arrogant, placing too much trust in the technology of the Chuanke civilization.
According to the data provided by the opponent, ’God’ Gray was nearly three hundred points higher than Master Qiangwei?
How could that be possible!
Moreover...
Ma Ran’s "energy strength" was only 768 points?
This result was simply an insult to Master Qiangwei’s intelligence!
Ma Ran is very strong! Extremely strong! Stronger than anyone else!
This was a conclusion that Su Qiangwei came to only after countless challenges against Ma Ran and countless beatings.
Ma Ran could always achieve victory with ease.
No matter how intense the battle, he had never truly injured Su Qiangwei, just subdued her lightly.
Aside from anything else, just by this point alone, Su Qiangwei could conclude that although she would definitely be able to defeat Ma Ran in the future, currently, there was still a slight gap between her strength and Ma Ran’s.
Chuankai Seventh Princess Eve, however, was not concerned with the reactions of the others present, still maintaining an attitude of being above all, pointing out the path with grandeur and eloquence.
"Techniques are a thing that requires power as leverage to be effective."
She extended a finger and virtuously pointed at Ma Ran: "Your origins limit your vision."
"A shallow pool cannot raise a true dragon, a low-level civilization like Earth will only limit your development, make you suffocate, kill your potential."
"Do not harbor any more hopeful delusions!"
"Under absolute power suppression, no matter how high the techniques, they are just illusions in the mirror, reflections on the water; combat power is nothing but a delusion."
Her words carried a strong sense of arrogance and superiority.
However...
Ma Ran merely gripped the sheath, his thumb lightly lifting the sword guard.
Swish!
A slight violet-gold sword mark imprinted in the air.
Simultaneously, with a "pfft" sound, a blood mark appeared on the wrist of the Chuankai Seventh Princess’s hand that was pointing at Ma Ran.
In an instant, her hand and forearm severed apart.
The hand hadn’t even fallen to the ground before it gradually turned to ash, disintegrating in the air, as if being dismantled into tiny molecules... The Seventh Princess, having her hand severed, suddenly had a ghastly look appear on her face.
The intense pain surged through her heart, but she forcibly endured this agony with her strong willpower.
A gust of wind wrapped around the severed end of the Seventh Princess Eve’s arm, quickly drying and staunching the blood flow.
Her breath was scattered, her gaze fierce as she stared at Ma Ran, her fine features twisted between a smile and hatred: "Hahaha! Truly interesting!"
"That slash just now, the energy index you erupted was only about thirteen hundred!"
"And it can actually hurt me!"
"Is it some means to conceal energy strength? Plus a blade technique with added explosive force... such terrifying speed..."
The Seventh Princess, having lost a hand, had growing fascination in her eyes: "Ma Ran, I am becoming more and more interested in you!"
She no longer maintained a dignified posture, high above the ground, addressing a grand audience, but still believed herself to be on the advantageous side.
Losing an arm was nothing of serious injury to her.
Even if she were decapitated, as long as her brain cells hadn’t completely died, Chuanke civilization’s medical technology could still save her, at most resulting in a weakened soul strength and potential after healing.
For minor injuries like a severed arm, it would take no more than two minutes to completely heal, with the strength exactly the same as before, posing no hidden threats.
"You’re overthinking it."
Ma Ran met the gaze of the Seventh Princess, slowly drawing a crimson straight-bladed Tang Blade from its sheath: "The comprehensive strength of the three colonial fleets sent by the Chuanke civilization on Earth."[("NaN")](#parameters_2/parameters/html-backend_56503_084001_96142675911362)
"In a one-on-one situation..."
"You are the weak side."
He was merely accustomed to using just the right amount of power to annihilate his opponent.
The last part of the time before fate’s rebirth, Earth’s resources were scarce, and for most people, just having enough to eat was a problem.
The battle itself was not difficult; the difficulty was in how to replenish energy, nutrients, and heal injuries after the fight.
In conditions whereby logistics couldn’t keep up, extravagantly using energy to annihilate an opponent was satisfying, but after the fight, one had to endure the feeling of weakness caused by the lack of energy for a significant period.
clang!
The crimson straight-bladed dragon-emblazoned Tang Blade was unsheathed!
The blade lightly raised, slantingly pointing towards the Seventh Princess.
Ma Ran’s gaze was calm, his tone indifferent: "Come up, meet your end!"
