The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1328 - 812: You Geniuses Really Hurt with Your Words (Part 2)
"Oh."
This didn’t surprise him; after all, she was a genius.
"However, my Innate Qi has already been used to cultivate the Inner Five Thunders."
Ma Baoli continued.
"What, now you want to take mine because yours is gone?"
"Not take, exchange. I can trade my cultivated Inner Five Thunders for your Innate Qi."
Ma Baoli shook her head and said.
"What’s in it for you?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Because when I was practicing the Inner Five Thunders, I sensed that I could cultivate a higher Thunder Skill. But back then, my Innate Qi and vitality weren’t strong enough, so I had to settle for the Five Elements Thunder Technique."
"Now, your Innate Qi is more robust than mine was back then, and my vitality is countless times stronger. I can absolutely challenge cultivating a higher Thunder Skill now."
Ma Baoli said.
"Even the Inner Training Five Thunders is settling, you geniuses really have a way with words."
He tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, just tell me whether you agree or not."
Ma Baoli started to nudge playfully.
"What benefits do I get if I agree to help you?"
Liu Zheng wasn’t swayed by her coyness, at least not yet.
"I can give you my Five Elements Divine Thunder."
Ma Baoli said.
"Didn’t you say you don’t know how to transfer skills?"
"The kind of skill transfer you’re thinking of, I indeed don’t know. But I can impart the Five Elements Divine Thunder to you. As long as your body can withstand it, you can use them to stimulate your vitality, strengthen your physique, and also passively comprehend the true essence of the Thunder Skill. Then your boxing practice will be twice as effective with half the effort."
"Moreover, when necessary, you can fully unleash the Five Elements Divine Thunder and bolster your explosive power to unbelievable levels."
Ma Baoli said.
"Unbelievable levels, huh? Why didn’t I witness such an outburst from you before?"
Liu Zheng said.
"I underestimated my opponent then. Say another word, and I’ll challenge you to a match right now."
Ma Baoli responded, embarrassed and angry.
"Alright, alright, you’re great; I can’t beat you. But it seems like you’re missing one point."
He said.
"What?"
"My current body isn’t mine. Even if an Artificial Body comprehends the Thunder Skill, it’s useless to me."
Liu Zheng spread his hands.
"Then wait until you grow a new body before exchanging."
Ma Baoli said without hesitation.
"We’ll talk about it when the time comes."
He replied nonchalantly.
The exchange could definitely be made, trading his original Innate Qi for the cultivated Five Elements Divine Thunder. Although the options would be reduced and the ceiling lowered, the progress and baseline would increase substantially.
"But let me remind you, feelings from Mingming are just feelings after all. What if you still can’t cultivate a higher Thunder Skill after retraining? What if you challenge a higher Thunder Skill and fail, and your Martial Arts are wasted, or worse, you end up losing your life?"
"With your father in his current state, you’re the only one holding up the martial arts school. You have to consider the risks."
Liu Zheng said.
"I know. But the more it is so, the more I want to master a higher Thunder Skill and then create a truly cultivable boxing art. Only then can I restore my father’s reputation and uphold the martial arts school’s reputation."
Ma Baoli said through gritted teeth.
"Alright, since your mind is made up, once I get my body back, I’ll fulfill your wish."
He nodded.
"Thank you!"
Ma Baoli said solemnly.
"Okay, let’s go; take me back to the First-class Sky Villa first."
Liu Zheng said.
"Are you still planning to cause trouble for those security guards?"
"Cause what trouble? My car is still parked there."
He said moodily.
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"Brewing alcohol in a toilet? Where did you learn that craft?"
Jing Shang asked with a strange tone.
"Uh, from a friend of mine who did time."
Xia Kai replied.
"Oh? Didn’t take you for someone with the courage to befriend an ex-con."
Jing Shang’s tone carried a hint of appreciation.
If someone can survive incarceration in the Metropolis and come out alive, they must be quite ferocious.
"It’s not about my courage; it insisted on being friends with me."
Xia Kai said with a bitter smile.
"To have survived and learned something from it, that’s your skill. Looks like you’re good at taking care of people."
Jing Shang said.
"I’m alright; I’m quite experienced at being a lackey."
Xia Kai said self-deprecatingly.
"In that case, I’ll recommend you to be a server at the Hundred Ghosts."
Jing Shang said after a moment of thought.
"What’s the Hundred Ghosts?"
"The largest bathhouse on Bathhouse Street. Just getting a small tip from its customers could save you years of struggle."
Jing Shang said.
"Won’t that job be quite demanding? I’m afraid I can’t handle it."
Xia Kai said tactfully.
Getting just a small tip that could save him years of struggle also implied that a casual blow could take years off his life.
"Are you saying you don’t want to go?"
Jing Shang picked up on the hidden meaning.
"I..."
Xia Kai was about to speak when a chill suddenly crawled up from his back to the nape of his neck.
"I’m willing."
He said with difficulty.
"Very well. Close your eyes, and no matter what you hear or feel next, don’t open them or move until I say you can."
Jing Shang instructed.
"Yes."
Xia Kai obediently closed his eyes.
He felt two hands grasp his shoulders, then his body lifted into the air.
The sound of the wind roared in his ears, along with footsteps, conversations, the sound of wheels, screams, and calls...
"Xiao Xia! Xiao Xia!"
The calls grew louder and clearer.
Xia Kai finally heard it clearly; it was his mentor’s voice.
His mentor was from Shanghai, and the term "Xiao Kai" had a teasing connotation in Shanghainese, so he always called him Xiao Xia.
"How did you get here? Are you dead too?"
His mentor’s voice was tinged with confusion and sadness.
"Sigh, you didn’t commit suicide, did you? Ah, it’s all my fault. I should have just died sooner from my illness without dragging you down." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I’m sorry, not only to you but to your parents as well. I haven’t seen them here; are they avoiding me out of resentment?"
"Xiao Xia, go back; go back. You’re still young; you’ve got a future. If you die too, then who’s left to look after our graves?"
"I’ll help you; go back, go back."
A pair of dry, cold hands gripped Xia Kai’s and pushed him away.
Xia Kai was startled, tears streaming down his face.
In those final days, his mentor’s hands were just like this, and each time, Xia Kai had to rub them for a long time to warm them up.
But every time Xia Kai managed to bring a hot water bottle, his mentor would purposely hide it away, refusing to use it.
"Is it really you, Mentor?"
He wanted to ask aloud.
This wasn’t impossible; Hell’s Game, it might truly connect to all the world’s Hells.
But in the end, he didn’t ask and didn’t grip those hands back.
"Wait for me, Mentor, wait for me. In Hell’s Game, anything is possible. One day, I’ll resurrect you all."
Xia Kai declared in his heart.
"No, don’t resurrect us, Xiao Xia. Live well, return to reality, find someone who loves you, continue your parents’ Bloodline, and carry on my academic philosophy. Keep going, my distinguished student."
The hands seemed to sense his thoughts, slowly released his, and vanished into the darkness.
A surge of emotions welled up in Xia Kai’s heart, and many words piled up at the tip of his tongue, eager to pour out.
But he said nothing, only biting his lower lip tightly, even as blood oozed out.
Suddenly, the sound of the wind changed.
It became faster, lighter, and closer.
So close that it scraped through Xia Kai’s flesh and bones.
"Ugh!"
He swallowed the shout of pain down his throat.
His body was constantly being cut by the wind, the pain and the cold feeling from blood loss were particularly tormenting in the darkness.
"Mentor, why didn’t you push me directly to the destination? That would have been much more practical than saying a bunch of mawkish words."
To counter this torment, Xia Kai began a mental rant.
Ranting about his mentor’s daily actions and lifestyle habits until the wind finally ceased, and his feet touched the ground.
"You can open your eyes now."
Jing Shang said.
