mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 116 Rank 6 Beast King
Chapter 116 Rank 6 Beast King
After careful consideration, Song Chen realized that the Thunderous Annihilation Blade was now at its peak level and was invincible among its peers.
However, when facing enemies at the upper level of the fourth tier, the fifth tier, or even higher, the Grandmaster level is not enough; he needs the Master level.
Moreover, from an outward perspective, breakthroughs in swordsmanship are normal. It is common for martial artists to have sudden enlightenment and improve their swordsmanship level when they reach a certain level of cultivation.
"System, consume 500000 kill points to upgrade the Thunder Extreme Annihilation Blade realm to Grandmaster."
The system interface flickered briefly.
A massive flow of information surged into his consciousness, not the kind of feeling that was written into his muscle memory, but a deeper, more fundamental one, as if it directly altered his understanding of the knife.
The master-level Thunderous Annihilation Blade is no longer a combination of moves and routines, but a state of being.
A state of mind where "the knife is me, and I am the knife".
No need to think, no need to judge, the knife will move on its own, finding the most suitable angle, the most suitable force, and the most suitable timing.
The knife knows what to do, faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than his brain.
On the reef, Song Chen opened her eyes.
He looked at the sea in front of him; the setting sun had already sunk below the horizon, leaving only a dark red afterglow burning on the horizon.
Outwardly, he showed no change; there was no surge of qi and blood, no soaring of spiritual power, no flashing of sword light, and no abnormality whatsoever.
He just sat there, facing the sea, for a long time.
But Zhou Wangyue saw it.
He sensed it with his mental power; the old man's mental energy membrane covered Song Chen, sensing everything about him.
The moment Song Chen opened his eyes, the old man's spiritual power detected an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible change—the intent of the sword.
The sword intent emanating from Song Chen has changed.
Previously, Song Chen's sword intent was sharp, murderous, and chilling, making people's backs tingle and their hair stand on end.
But now, that sharpness has disappeared, replaced by a more restrained, more serene quality, like a bronze bell being tolled in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, covered by something; you can feel it vibrating, but you can't hear it.
Zhou Wangyue had only ever felt that kind of sword intent from one person: himself, when he had cultivated a combat skill to the level of a grandmaster.
The old man sat in the chair in the president's office of Tianhai University, holding a cup but not drinking.
His spiritual power crossed the ocean and focused on Song Chen, sensing the faint, almost imperceptible master-level sword intent emanating from the young man.
My fingers tightened slightly, and the blue and white porcelain patterns on the cup made a soft friction sound under the pressure of my fingertips.
"You really know how to surprise me."
He muttered to himself, his surprise barely concealed.
After the old man finished laughing, he picked up his thermos and took a sip of cold tea.
Song Chen sat on the rocks, facing the sea.
The Grandmaster-level Thunderous Annihilation Blade flowed quietly within his body, like an invisible river.
He didn't need to draw his sword, didn't need to swing it, didn't need to do anything; the sword intent was there, as natural as his heartbeat, as instinctive as his breathing.
After a long while, he stood up, dusted himself off, and walked toward the barracks.
Before you know it, it's dawn again.
On the fourth day of the beast tide, the sea beasts did not come.
Song Chen stood on the breakwater, his Illusionary Eyes carefully scanning the sea. Only some low-level sea beasts were swimming in the water.
"What's going on?"
He was prepared for a major battle, but the beast tide never came.
"Let's go back and rest. It looks like there won't be a fight today."
Zhao Kunlun's voice came from behind.
……
On the fifth day of the beast tide, the sea monsters did not come.
The sea breeze blew in from the front, carrying a salty, fishy smell, but without the strong, bitter, bloody stench of the previous three days.
The sea was as calm as a gray mirror. Seabirds circled in the sky, emitting sharp cries. Occasionally, one would swoop down, snatch a fish from the sea, and fly away.
Everything was so normal that it didn't seem like a war.
Shen Tie held a telescope in his hand, looking at the sea.
"wrong."
His face was very gloomy. He looked for a long time, then put down the binoculars and shook his head.
"That shouldn't be the case."
"The beast tides at sea have never stopped so quickly. I have experienced so many beast tides at sea. The shortest one lasted seven days, and the longest one lasted a month."
"It stopped after only three days; that's never happened before."
Shen Tie hung the binoculars around his neck, put his hands on his hips, looked at the sea, and pursed his lips into a thin line.
Standing next to him, Song Chen didn't speak, but just looked at the sea, thinking about something else: kill points.
He earned 1.87 million kill points in the first three days.
Day 4, zero.
It looks like the fifth day will also be zero; we haven't made a single sale in two days.
In a sense, he lost at least a million.
What can you buy with a million? You can buy two S-grade pills, an S-grade movement technique, or upgrade the Nine Heavens Thunder Movement from A-grade to S-grade.
Two days, one million, gone.
His lips twitched slightly, not out of anger, but with an expression like he had lost money.
If it's still not there by tomorrow, I'll go back.
He said to Shen Tie.
Shen Tie glanced at him but didn't say anything.
He understood the young man; he wasn't here for tourism, but to kill strange beasts. If there were no strange beasts to kill, what was the point of staying here?
Want to see the sea?
Why choose to see the sea here when you can see it anywhere else?
As expected, the sea monster still did not appear that day.
That evening, Song Chen did not go to the cafeteria.
He sat on his bed in the dormitory, opened his tactical terminal, and looked at the flight path map in the direction of Tianhai City.
From Yunbo Island to Tianhai City, it's 100 kilometers, not far. It wouldn't take long to swim back by myself, and it would be even faster if I flew back with the Wings of Gale.
He shut down the system, lay down on the bed, and began to rest.
The sound of the waves outside the window was soft and rhythmic, like a lullaby.
He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.
Then an earthquake struck, and the whole island shook.
Song Chen sprang up from the bed, his hand already gripping the hilt of the Tianjun Blade.
The vibration came from his feet, passed through the floor, through the bed legs, through the soles of his feet, and all the way to his spine.
It wasn't shaking up and down, but swaying left and right, as if something huge was hitting the bottom of the island.
The cracks in the wall were widening, dust was falling from the ceiling, and a cup on the table slid off the edge, crashed to the floor, and shattered.
Then he heard a sound.
The sound came from the depths of the sea, from the crust of the seabed, and from the very foundation of Yunbo Island.
It pierced through the rock, through the concrete, and through Song Chen's body, causing his bones to resonate.
The gentle spiritual energy emanating from his body, and the thin membrane that Zhou Wangyue had been covering him with, suddenly intensified at this moment.
It instantly increased a hundredfold, transforming from a thin membrane into a thick wall, completely enveloping him from head to toe, from his chest to his back.
The strength of that mental barrier far exceeded anything Song Chen had ever sensed; it was a mental barrier unleashed at full power by a sixth-tier grandmaster.
Then he heard Zhou Wangyue's voice, which entered his mind directly from the mental barrier.
The old man's voice was urgent, carrying an emotion Song Chen had never heard before—a deep anger.
"Run! The sixth-tier beast king of the giant whale clan is here!"