Chapter 130: Chen Xing's Talent — Yaoxing Zhigan【Moon Ticket Bonus Chapter】

Why could Chen Xing still, in the face of a complete physical transformation, stubbornly and absurdly doubt her true identity?

After deep contemplation, Tian Dao finally believed he had found the answer.

There were two reasons.

First—his now-automatic behavioral habits.

Second—the utterly unreasonable “instinct” of Chen Xing herself.

As the saying goes: It’s easy to change the landscape, but hard to change one’s nature.

He could alter the color of his hair and eyes, but he couldn’t erase the subconscious habits accumulated over years.

To the average person, these subtle inconsistencies would go unnoticed. They wouldn’t even realize they existed, let alone connect them to his true identity.

But Chen Xing was different.

She possessed a terrifying talent—one that even Tian Dao had previously underestimated.

A talent named Yaoxing Zhigan.

With this ability, Chen Xing could bypass thought entirely. Her body and intuition acted in perfect unison, allowing her to make decisions that were instantly correct—no matter how illogical or inexplicable they seemed.

Tian Dao had once believed this talent was merely an advanced combat instinct.

But now, he realized it went far beyond that.

Chen Xing’s “instinct” wasn’t just for reading opponents—it could probe her own self.

And that, Tian Dao silently seethed, was unfair.

This wasn’t a talent. This was a cheat code.

And the only ways to deal with a cheater?

One: Cheat back.

Two: Shut her down.

“Huh?”

At the very moment Tian Dao stepped onto the stage, Chen Xing suddenly murmured in surprise.

Because just then, she felt something… off about Tian Dao.

His appearance hadn’t changed. His aura remained unchanged.

Yet, an inexplicable sense of dissonance washed over her—like something invisible had suddenly settled around her, distorting her perception of the world.

Tian Dao stood right in front of her.

But her instinct—her Yaoxing Zhigan—had dimmed.

Either her instinct had failed…

Or Tian Dao had done something.

Tian Dao noticed the shift in her expression and smirked inwardly.

Yaoxing Zhigan was indeed monstrous. Unreasonably so.

But at its core, it was still just Chen Xing’s subconscious synthesis of external stimuli—her brain’s instinctive, thoughtless judgment of what was “right.”

And his All-Forms Concealment?

It twisted the very information around him.

So when Chen Xing’s instinct tried to gather data, it received false signals.

Her judgment became wrong.

Tian Dao hadn’t expected her instinct to be this sharp.

He hadn’t expected her to catch the fleeting glimpse of his Shadow—the one slip in his perfect disguise.

Otherwise, how could she have pierced through his Perfection?

But just as Tian Dao thought he had the situation under control—just as he believed he’d found the perfect solution—another surprise struck.

Clang!

In stunned silence, Chen Xing suddenly drew her Yao Dao — Xueyan.

As if responding to her inner voice, the blade erupted in violent, searing flames.

And rising with the fire—a vast, formless, invisible killing intent.

It carried a fragment of Chen Xing’s will, tearing through the fog of distorted information Tian Dao had cast.

The dissonance in Chen Xing’s mind vanished instantly.

Tian Dao’s heart skipped.

He’d known her instinct was powerful.

But he hadn’t expected it to detect deception—in real time.

“Of course,” Chen Xing murmured, her eyes widening with sudden clarity.

Her expression, already intense, now burned with raw excitement.

If this man were truly innocent… why would he go to such lengths to suppress her instinct?

Just to win?

Logically, Shuimo might have had a reason to prepare—after all, he was fighting to win.

But her instinct screamed otherwise.

This wasn’t about victory.

It was about hiding.

Her grip on the Yao Dao trembled.

Because she could feel it—the shadow she’d been chasing… getting closer.

But while Chen Xing’s pulse raced, Tian Dao’s blood ran cold.

She wasn’t pretending. She wasn’t playing.

She was violently cheating—and doing it without shame.

At this point, Tian Dao gave up.

He realized that against a creature driven purely by instinct—a beast—all his tricks, all his performances, were meaningless.

Because to a beast, instinct was everything.

Evidence?

No need.

Instinct was evidence.

So he made his decision.

He couldn’t afford to stay.

He had to end this match—now—and vanish.

Otherwise, he’d never survive another second in her presence.

With that resolve, he drew the ink-stained Shattering Star from his waist, preparing one final gambit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, voice calm. “But I do feel like you’ve gotten something… very wrong.”

“Is that so?” Chen Xing replied, unfazed. “Well… I’ll find out soon enough.”

Her words fell.

And in an instant, she vanished—leaving behind a crimson streak of light.

The Demon Blade Xueyan trailed a blazing red tail as it cut through the air, carving a flawless arc of perfection through the sky—aimed straight at Tian Dao.

The blade hadn’t even touched him—but the heat from Xueyan was already enough to vaporize the water droplets on the stage.

The scorching wave of heat forced Yu Chen and the others back several steps, unable to approach.

One slash.

And everyone understood: the Sunfire Blade was no joke.

It was sun-like in intensity—so fierce that even looking at it caused pain.

Compared to this, Kong Cheng’s Flame Fist was just a child’s game.

Tian Dao feigned defeat, barely blocking with his Shattering Star, the blade wrapped in black ink.

The impact sent him flying backward—crashing out of the arena.

He landed on the ground beyond, sprawled like a broken puppet.

The image was textbook: defeated, humbled, lost.

Tian Dao gave himself a mental 100/100.

He’d lost—perfectly.

Just as he thought he’d won the scene…

Chen Xing spoke again, from the center of the stage.

“You’ve passed the test.”

Tian Dao: “???”

(End of Chapter)

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