I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

Yu Fei fled for a moment before stopping. His seven-fold neural reaction speed allowed him to make an instant judgment—he would be caught before Su Yue could arrive.

In that case, he had no choice but to fight for his life.

Yu Fei spun around and charged at Di Yunliang.

Empowered by his Super Speed Reaction and Insight, he could clearly see his opponent’s ferocious expression—a mix of indignation, resignation, savagery, and resentment, along with the surprise and delight that flashed across the man’s face when he saw Yu Fei turn back.

He could feel the stinging pain in his head and heart grow more intense as the distance between them closed.

Thirty meters... Twenty meters... Ten meters...

Five meters! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

This was an extremely dangerous distance. The precognitive warning from Insight made his vital points ache as if pricked by needles.

In that instant, Yu Fei’s mind became highly focused, and veins popped on his forehead.

With a quick shift of his feet, he left an afterimage in his original spot, his true form coming to a halt just behind it.

"Formless Sword Qi! Out!"

From his perspective, six streams of blood-red Sword Qi coiled around the Cyan Lotus Sword like writhing dragons, but concealed by his Illusory Sword Intent, his opponent noticed nothing.

As the two drew closer, Di Yunliang prepared his attack. Just as he was about to obliterate Yu Fei, he suddenly sensed that the figure before him seemed illusory.

"A body-substitution technique? Trying to dodge? Hmph! Die!"

With a crosswise motion of his hands, Di Yunliang sent two enormous, brown handprints slamming toward either side of Yu Fei’s afterimage. He gloated inwardly; no matter which way the kid dodged, left or right, he wouldn’t escape death.

’Join me in death...’

Amid the swirling dust, before he could even confirm the outcome of his attack, he suddenly saw six streams of blood-red Sword Qi rushing toward him. The piercing killing intent filled his vision, and for an instant, his mind went blank.

’Wasn’t that an afterimage? How can this be...’

At the critical moment, fueled by the power boost from his Life-Breaking Tribulation Finger, Di Yunliang managed to twist just enough to protect his vitals, throwing a punch forward.

’If I can just create some distance, I still have a chance. If I can just dodge this, I can definitely take Yu Fei down with me.’

Behind the dragon-like, blood-red Sword Qi, the young man’s eyes were resolute. His Ruyi Shen Jin instantly wove itself into three dense layers of Qi Blood Armor, forming with a mere thought. It wrapped around the areas on his chest and abdomen where he had felt the stinging pain—a result of Insight’s precognitive ability.

The Cyan Lotus Sword swung swiftly, and the six streams of Formless Sword Qi bored into Di Yunliang’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears like living creatures. His evasive maneuver had been utterly useless.

Just as Di Yunliang’s fist slammed into the Cyan Lotus Sword, the six streams of Formless Sword Qi churned his skull into a spray of red and white matter.

The Cyan Lotus Sword let out a mournful cry and—SNAP!—broke in two. The remaining force of the brown Qi Jin slammed into Yu Fei’s chest and abdomen without losing momentum.

He felt as if he was once again seeing the large truck from his previous life. The familiar sensation of impact, the ringing in his ears... Yu Fei was sent flying high into the air before crashing heavily back to the ground.

For some reason, his last thought before passing out was of his deskmate, Li Mengyao, and her increasingly ample... headlights.

’Such a shame...’

"Yu Fei!"

A sonic boom tore through the air as Su Yue finally reached Yu Fei’s side. After a quick assessment of the situation, her fingers interlaced, forming a rapid succession of hand seals.

[Cyan Emperor Rebirth Skill]

Streams of vibrant, emerald-green Qi Jin, brimming with life force, poured continuously into Yu Fei’s chest and abdomen. He began to recover from his near-death state where his breath had been as faint as a silk thread. Although he remained unconscious, his condition stabilized.

Although Di Yunliang’s strike had been a hasty one, his power as an Inner Qi Realm master was genuine. Yu Fei, despite having mastered Formless Sword Qi and Illusory Sword Intent, was only at the quasi-Second Realm. His offensive power was extremely high, but his defensive capabilities were very weak. If he hadn’t used Ruyi Shen Jin to stack three layers of Qi Blood Armor, he likely would have died on the spot, taking Di Yunliang with him.

Yan Sea sensed Yu Fei’s fading aura, his expression turning ice-cold as he looked up and fixed a deadly glare on Dust Sacrifice in the sky.

As things had developed to this point, Dust Sacrifice’s mindset had already changed.

This was the worst-case scenario. His last remaining underlings had been wiped out without accomplishing a thing, and he had failed to claim the Apostle he had spent years cultivating. It was a catastrophic loss.

’However...’ he thought, ’if I can sacrifice this monster down below, along with the other two at the Gang Qi level, I might be able to recoup my losses.’

Dust Sacrifice’s eyes glinted as a cruel smile spread across his face. His abilities were never meant for direct combat, but if he was given the right stage and enough time...

Suddenly, a shadowy domain expanded to a thousand-meter radius, impervious to wind and rain. Faint, maddening whispers began to echo as the world before Yan Sea’s eyes changed drastically. He felt as if he had been dragged into a different dimension.

[Yin Prison: Double Sin]

Dust Sacrifice pressed his palms together. His domain ability unfurled completely, and he vanished into the darkness.

All sorts of illusions rose before Yan Sea’s eyes. A gloomy Qi Jin continuously eroded his Frenzied Blood Spirit, and a hissing sound filled the air.

He pushed his senses to their absolute limit but found nothing.

’It’s a shame Su Yue isn’t here right now,’ he thought. ’I wonder how Yu Fei is doing.’

The sensory Secret Technique he cultivated was strongest within a hundred-meter radius of his body; any farther, and he could only get a vague impression. Su Yue was different from him. As a support-type Martial Artist, she excelled at ultra-long-range perception, information sharing, and control-type abilities. She also had a host of other miscellaneous Secret Techniques, capable of anything from healing to concealing auras.

As he recalled, no matter what situation they faced, Su Yue always seemed to have a corresponding Cultivation Technique or Secret Technique for the job.

BOOM!

The ground beneath Yan Sea’s feet exploded as he dodged twelve ink-black arrows of qi, instantly dashing toward the direction where he had sensed the fluctuation.

Inside the [Yin Prison], Yan Sea gave chase for a long time to no avail. Logically, having run in one direction for over a minute, he should have covered a distance of several miles. Yet, all that remained before him was an endless black mist.