Chapter 137: A Reckoning Foretold
Chapter 137: A Reckoning Foretold (Monthly Vote Request)
Lin Qi exhaled sharply. Of course he wasn’t angry—the betrayal burned in his chest. Hearing Yue Feng’s report had cemented Zhang Tai and his nephew Li Zehao’s names atop his personal blacklist. He’d settle scores with them eventually. But for now, reclaiming his stolen S-Rank Contract remained priority one.
“Alpha!”
“Master, I’m here!” The crimson metallic orb flared to life midair.
“Project the Survival Training Camp data.” Yue Feng’s voice carried urgency as Lin Qi gestured to the holographic display materializing before them. “Lin Qi, if you want to shine in this camp, you need to understand its purpose.”
The projection revealed schematics and statistics. Yue Feng’s finger traced the text as he explained: “The Xia Kingdom established this camp to satisfy multiple factions. The Three Great Martial Arts Pavilions use it to force prodigies through real combat trials—a metamorphosis. The Imperial Military recruits top talents with the Pavilions’ approval. The Three Premier Academies send observers to evaluate battlefield performance—this directly affects your future academy competition.”
Lin Qi stiffened. So many power players watched? He clenched his jaw—if he dominated, all would see. That S-Rank Contract would be his.
“The camp tests comprehensive strength: Vital Energy Stat, martial arts proficiency, combat instincts, willpower, psychological resilience, even luck,” Yue Feng continued. “You must unleash everything. Smack the Imperial Capital bastards’ smug faces. The next month is critical—you need explosive growth.”
Lin Qi nodded gravely. “Understood.”
...
After Lin Qi departed, Yue Feng remained alone in the office, staring at the emptied tray. His fist tightened with a metallic crunch. “Damn frustrating. They know awarding an extra S-Rank Genius grants them bonuses. Yet our own people favor Li Zehao, ignoring Lin Qi’s superiority.” His voice softened. “Prove them wrong, kid. Show Cang Province’s strength.”
...
That evening, Crimson Vault Pavilion’s B123 Training Hall.
Xiaochan stood motionless in blue combat gear, watching Lin Qi meditate on the mat—jet-black attire pooling around him like liquid shadow.
Swoosh.
Though airless, curtains trembled as Primordial Energy particles swirled toward him. His Golden Vajra Tiger consciousness surged awake, twin amber eyes blazing.
Boom!
The beast roared, devouring energy in a vortex. His pores gulped the nourishing essence—cool streams weaving through his body like rivulets. Chest heaving, he channeled energy into his sinews. Twelve primary tendons writhed atop his skin, vibrating fiercely. His blood sang with Vital Energy, forging sinew into cables stronger than tempered steel.
Two hours later, Lin Qi’s eyes snapped open. Shockwaves rippled outward as his status updated:
[Training complete. Vital Energy Stat breakthrough. Vital Energy Stat +0.3]
[Fusion Rate +0.1%]
[Vital Energy Stat: 20.7→21]
[Template: Erlang Shen Yang Jian]
[Fusion Rate: 11.9%→12%]
Agony erupted as the 12% Fusion Rate began remolding his body. He steeled himself against the pain—routine now. Retrieving his Thunderhorn Longspear, black shaft crackling with golden lightning veins, he slashed.
Shrrrak!
The spear cleaved air with a sonic boom, pressure enough to shatter mountains. He calculated coldly: Break past 23 Vital Energy Stat. Master Split Mountain Spear’s first killing move. The camp’s calendar loomed—Zhou Xi Yin, Wang Qiufeng, Chen Li… all would fall.
...
In the Imperial Capital’s mountain fortress, Azure Firmament University’s Sixth Institute convened.
“Send observers to recruit S-Rank and A-Rank talents,” a woman proposed.
“The Third Institute’s last-place ranking demands urgent action,” interjected a burly man with thick sideburns. “I’ll personally visit Cang Province—the Pavilion’s HQ disturbance suggests promise.”
“Lin Qi?” someone scoffed. “Unconfirmed S-Rank? Wasting time.”
The large-eared man stroked his lobe. “Zou Wan and Wen Rui both recommend him. Let’s see if this ‘genius’ delivers.”
Silence. Then dismissal.
He grinned. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint, little Yi.”
...
(End of Chapter)
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