Chapter 206: GOD-771, Ambush, You Must Attack This Mocking Decoy First (4K)

Chapter 206: GOD-771, Ambush, You Must Attack This Mocking Decoy First (4K)



The battle between the two Qi-infused doppelgangers in Huangcheng didn't result in a clear winner.

After all, the doppelgangers were identical in every aspect, even being controlled by Xueheng's will alone.

If an ordinary martial artist were controlling these doppelgangers, perhaps soon enough, one of them would start to make subtle mistakes, affecting the outcome and tilting the scales of victory, ultimately deciding the winner.

But Xueheng, endowed with the True Martial Physique, had attained a level of stability that could be described as 'superhuman'. It was virtually impossible for him to make a mistake, and both doppelgangers performed flawlessly from start to finish, resulting in a perfectly balanced fight.

Xueheng waved his hand, causing one of the doppelgangers to dissipate as he halted their sparring session.

"These Qi-infused doppelgangers are quite useful... Since their very composition is an extension of my own Qi, their raw offensive power is on par with my true body. However, because they aren't my physical self, they don't benefit from the [Twin Bodies] ability, making them slightly weaker in actual combat."

"There are other issues as well. First, they're quite taxing on my stamina and mental energy. Any action they take drains my own energy, and the mental focus required to maintain their shape is considerable."

"Also, they're rather fragile... After all, they're just projections formed by my spiritual energy. A direct hit to their torso or head could disrupt their structural integrity and cause them to dissipate..."

"But that problem can be solved by equipping them with the Shadowflame Armor..."

Xueheng contemplated.

"Hmm, I also need to test their range and see how far they can move away from my physical body."

As he was deep in thought, the training room door suddenly opened.

Accompanying a sweet and childish voice calling out "Master~", a little girl named Zong Shi Chan, dressed in a practice uniform, ran into the room and leaped into Xueheng's arms.

Xueheng reached out to catch her, gently rubbing her head as he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zong Shi Chan buried her face in Xueheng's embrace, taking deep breaths while looking utterly infatuated. "Ah, it's like I'm alive again."

"I haven't seen Master in several days. If I couldn't breathe in Master's scent any longer, I would have died~"

Xueheng flicked her forehead with a snap of his fingers, causing her to tilt her head back. "Are you sniffing drugs here?"

Zong Shi Chan giggled. "Master, you're in my heart, forgetting heroin~"

Xueheng's lips twitched as he grabbed her cheeks and stretched them sideways, "...You still need to practice more."

"Hmm? Master, what is this?" Zong Shi Chan asked curiously, holding onto Xueheng with one hand while her other hand inadvertently reached into his pocket, pulling out an object.

With her cheeks stretched, her words came out a little muddled, but Xueheng looked at the object in her hand.

It was a slightly peculiar-looking digital watch, with a red and white color scheme and two small, mushroom-like buttons protruding from the top.

"Hmm? How did I end up bringing this thing here?" Xueheng reached out and took the watch, looking puzzled.

This was one of the eight Godly Relics he had received as a reward from the Sixth Institute, the [GOD-771·Love Proof].

Its effect was simple yet powerful... It could quantify the affection one felt for another or vice versa, displaying the concrete numbers on a screen.

When the user held this device and looked at a target, pressing the left button would show their own affection for the target, and pressing the right button would reveal the target's affection for the user.

Xueheng had placed these eight Godly Relics back into the box after absorbing their divine nature, awaiting the Sixth Institute to retrieve them.

The [Love Proof] was also among the items in the box... He hadn't even opened the box, so how did this end up in his clothes?

Could it be one of Wan Laoshi's pranks?

Xueheng pondered for a moment but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up trying to understand.

After all, he would eventually find out the truth, and further speculation without any clues was futile.

"Master, Master, what is this?" The little girl curiously eyed the [Love Proof] in Xueheng's hand.

Xueheng thought for a moment, realizing this was a rare opportunity, and a smile curved his lips as he said, "This is... some sort of high-tech product, I suppose. It can display the affection others have for you or vice versa."

Upon hearing this, Zong Shi Chan's eyes lit up. "So amazing! But it feels like one of those IQ tax products, like a dog-to-cat language translator."

Xueheng gave a noncommittal smile. "Perhaps."

"Master~ How do you use this? Teach me, teach me quickly!" Zong Shi Chan pleaded excitedly.

"Didn't you just call it an IQ tax product?"

"Even so, I still want to play with it~"

Zong Shi Chan's pretty little face lit up with anticipation as she took the [Love Proof] from Xueheng, and after he briefly explained how to use it, she immediately turned it towards him and pressed the left button.

The digital screen began to display numbers, fluctuating as if calculating something. Under the little girl's unwavering gaze, the numbers finally settled.

"1365... Master, is this number a lot or a little?" Zong Shi Chan asked curiously, showing Xueheng the number on the [Love Proof].

Xueheng was perplexed. "From what I read, a score of around 60 points indicates a potential friendship. A score of 90 points or higher suggests a lifelong confidant, and marriage wouldn't be out of the question. A score of 120 points essentially guarantees a happy marriage."

"You little rascal, what are you thinking of me to have a score of over a thousand points...?"

Zong Shi Chan hugged Xueheng's arm, her eyes curving like crescent moons. "My love for Master is truly genuine!"

At that moment, the number on the screen increased by another 30 points, reaching 1395.

Xueheng: "..."

Was it that easy to increase affection?

"Right, let's see Master's affection for me now..." The little girl happily turned the device towards Xueheng and pressed the left button again.

The screen flickered for a moment before stabilizing after less than two seconds.

68.

Seeing this number, Zong Shi Chan fell silent.

"This fake, good-for-nothing, intelligence tax scam!" The little girl angrily threw the [Love Proof] on the ground. "It's fake, it has to be! Master's affection for me can't be this low!"

Xueheng stroked his chin. "That's quite a high number, it's already crossed the threshold for friendship."

He felt a sense of pride. "This is the difficulty of my charm... As expected of me, immune to beauty's allure."

"It's fake, it has to be fake!" Zong Shi Chan was on the verge of tears.

Xueheng said nonchalantly, "Then the score of over a thousand points that you got for me must also be fake."

Zong Shi Chan hurriedly said, "That's... that's different! It's the real deal!"

Xueheng picked up the [Love Proof] and gently patted the little girl's head. "Alright, it's just a toy, it doesn't mean anything. Now, let's get back to training."

"I'll introduce you to a new sparring partner, my Qi-infused doppelganger."

...

As night fell, Xueheng walked leisurely towards his home. He fiddled with the [Love Proof] in his hand, feeling somewhat apprehensive about its potential impact.

This device could deliver a devastating blow to one's heart if it revealed something unexpected.

Zong Shi Chan had spent the entire afternoon in a vulnerable state, her training interrupted by bouts of crying. Even the uncertainty of the results had dealt a heavy blow to her emotions.

Although Xueheng thought 68 was already quite high... Zong Shi Chan didn't seem to think so.

Seeing her pitiful state, Xueheng's heart softened, and he added two points to his affection for her, pushing the score above the 70 mark.

"This thing needs to be used cautiously; otherwise, even I might not be able to escape the heart-wrenching blow of reality..."

"There needs to be some distance and mystery between people. When everything is laid bare, the room for fantasy disappears..."

Deep in thought, Xueheng made a trip to the supermarket, buying two large bags of groceries and daily necessities. He then made his way back to his apartment complex and entered the garden within it.

This was his usual route home, the quickest way to reach his floor.

It was already past seven in the evening, and although there were often people in the garden at this time, for some reason, Xueheng didn't encounter a single soul.

He walked to the center of the garden, where several benches were placed on the brick-laid ground. Sitting on one of the benches was a young man dressed in a black jacket and jeans, wearing sunglasses, his face expressionless. His attire seemed like something out of the 90s.

The night was unusually quiet, almost eerily so, for just past seven.

Xueheng narrowed his eyes, coming to a halt.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, the man slowly lifted his head, his gaze fixing on Xueheng. He extended a finger and removed his sunglasses.

The man's face was resolute, his expression unreadable as he spoke:

"Xueheng..."

"Nice to meet you... You may or may not know me.

"He slowly rose to his full height, revealing his nearly six-foot-tall stature and muscular physique that strained the fabric of his clothes.

'My name is Yan Xiangweng, and I am the senior disciple of Jin Feng Dojo, personally taught by Jiao Hongyuan.'

'You, you have a vendetta for killing my master and destroying my sect, a grudge that goes beyond sharing the heavens.'

Xue Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, 'So what?'

Yan Xiangweng's body trembled as golden sword energy tore through his upper garments, revealing his metallic, oddly-shaped muscles that radiated a sharp aura.

He crouched slightly, assuming the stance of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword, and directed it at Xue Jing, saying in a calm tone:

'Although I don't want to bully the small with my great strength, today, you must die here to appease the spirits of my fellow disciples and revered master of the Golden Wind Dojo.'

'Rest assured, I will hunt down each and every one of you from the Hidden Dragon Dojo, and you won't be lonely on your journey to the underworld...'

Xue Jing sighed as he carried the two large bags of groceries. 'You know, you weren't here last night, and now you suddenly show up talking about revenge. Are you a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong?'

'Never mind, that doesn't matter... My home is just next door. I'll just put these groceries in the fridge first.'

He gestured to the two bags he was holding.

Yan Xiangweng shook his head. 'No, you're trying to escape.'

At this, Xue Jing smiled.

He took a step forward, heading toward his apartment building.

'I'm not asking for your permission.'

Seeing Xue Jing's carefree and defenseless demeanor as he walked home, Yan Xiangweng furrowed his brows. 'Are you asking for death?'

He lunged forward, slicing through the air like a sharp blade.

The airflow parted to his left and right as if an invisible, gelatinous substance were being cleaved by a knife.

'Is this the best the Hidden Dragon Dojo's most promising disciple can do? Still so careless and nonchalant in the face of a powerful foe?'

'Oh well, if he's asking for death, I can't blame anyone else.'

Yan Xiangweng thought to himself as he swung his arm, sending a visible wave of golden sword energy toward Xue Jing's neck.

Just then—

A semi-transparent, faint golden figure suddenly appeared between them, blocking the way.

"What?!?"

Yan Xiangweng's eyes widened in surprise.

The golden figure bore an almost identical resemblance to Xue Jing, except it was expressionless.

It raised its right fist to block Yan Xiangweng's incoming arm.

"Boom!"

A Thunderous Inferno erupted, sending shockwaves through the air.

Yan Xiangweng was sent flying backward at a speed faster than his charge, crashing through several street lamps and eventually embedding himself into a large tree.

"What... what is this?!"

He held his trembling right arm, his face filled with disbelief.

Xue Jing, on the other hand, continued walking toward his home as if nothing had happened.

"Stop right there! Don't you dare run!"

Yan Xiangweng roared, standing up and stomping the ground, causing the bricks beneath his feet to shatter. He charged toward Xue Jing once more.

However, just like before, the Qi doppelganger stood in his way, its expressionless face delivering two quick punches that sent Yan Xiangweng into the ground like a nail being hammered.

"You must attack this mocking decoy first."

Xue Jing waved his hand dismissively without turning back, his voice indifferent.

"I'll attack your mother!"

Yan Xiangweng shouted in anger, pushing off the ground with both hands and leaping up. But awaiting him was the golden figure's fist.

Realizing that he had to deal with this obstacle to get to Xue Jing, he bellowed and swung his arm, aiming to slice through the Qi doppelganger.

The two began to fight in the park, their attacks and defenses relentless. Each punch and kick was powerful enough to tear the earth and snap trees.

As the fight dragged on, Yan Xiangweng sensed something amiss.

'What... what's happening?!'

He was shocked to see the golden figure turn black, now clad in the Shadowflame Armor. Without a word, it extended its right hand and grasped a pitch-black longsword, slashing twice and leaving two deep wounds on Yan Xiangweng's body that exposed the bones beneath.

"What sorcery is this?!" Yan Xiangweng exclaimed, his face paling as he backed away.

However, it was too late to retreat.

Countless silver cherry blossoms began to drift down from the sky, and in the moonless night, a giant full moon appeared, floating in the sky.

The Qi doppelganger, cloaked in Shadowflame Armor and shrouded in darkness, flashed behind Yan Xiangweng and sheathed its sword.

In the next moment, countless deep wounds appeared all over Yan Xiangweng's body, blood gushing out from the lacerations.

"Cherry Blossom, Full Moon—"

Yan Xiangweng muttered the name of the ultimate technique in a daze, his voice faltering. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly collapsed.

...

(End of Chapter)

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