My Talent Skill Mutated

On a distant mountain peak, several masked men gazed down at the ravine.

"This... This is impossible!"

One of the masked men exclaimed in shock.

"Boss, this... Can we really handle this?" another masked man asked.

The leader in the ghost-faced mask fell into contemplation.

Staring at the icy, mangled flesh in the ravine, his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

’This situation... it’s far beyond anything I imagined!’

’This reward is getting too hot to handle!’

—

Down in the ravine, the frigid air around Chen Yu dissipated. With a wave of his hand, all the ice vanished completely.

’The power to freeze the very land and sky.’

He could alter the environment with a single thought and also control the ice, recalling it at will.

He had consumed ten percent of his Qi, but it wasn’t a major issue.

His Celestial Destiny Skill had reached Level 2. Although its recovery rate couldn’t match that of his Spirit Devouring Skill, replenishing his Qi wouldn’t take long.

The beast horde was dealt with. Mission complete.

Compared to his first mission, this one was an absolute cakewalk.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Chen Yu’s gaze shot into the distance.

An Ran and Baili Qing arrived at his side.

Mangled flesh littered the ground, and the stench of fresh blood filled the air.

’They really were just on support duty.’

They had only attacked once before Chen Yu took care of the rest. It was a complete carry.

"Brother Yu..."

"The bandits have shown themselves." An Ran had just started to speak when Chen Yu cut him off.

"Wait here. I’ll be right back."

WHOOSH—!

The words had barely left his mouth when his Biological Force Field erupted, launching him toward a distant mountain peak like a cannonball.

An Ran and Baili Qing exchanged a stunned glance, then immediately took off after him.

They trusted in Chen Yu’s strength, but they absolutely refused to just stand by and watch.

They had to help where they could. Otherwise, it would be shameful to accept the academic credits for this mission.

—

"Boss, he’s here!" a masked man on the peak cried out in alarm.

"Shut up!" the leader in the ghost-faced mask snapped.

Just then, Chen Yu’s figure descended from the sky, landing in front of the masked men.

’Seven of them...’

Chen Yu’s eyes glinted as he surveyed the group.

VMMMM—!

The masked men’s expressions grew solemn. The Qi within their bodies erupted in an instant, and a powerful aura swept out.

There were Level 4s and Level 5s, but the most powerful was none other than their leader, the man in the ghost-faced mask—a Sixth-level Martial Artist!

Their gazes met, and the masked men tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.

Whatever confidence they’d had before was now completely shattered.

The person before them was unimaginably strong.

He had discovered their hidden beast horde, and all those Level 4 and Level 5 beasts had been annihilated in an instant.

’He has to be at least Level 6 in strength.’

’Or even stronger!’

"Friend, we’re just watching the show," the man in the ghost-faced mask said, breaking the silence.

"Watching the show?" A mocking smile touched Chen Yu’s lips. "Do you take me for a fool?"

"You must be the bandits who roam the wilderness around Jiang City. I hear you have ties to the Heterodox Sects. So, tell me, who do you answer to? The Pantheon Sect or the Divine Authority Council?"

Chen Yu spoke calmly, in no rush to attack.

’If I’m going to ask questions, I might as well get some clear answers.’

The bandits themselves were of no concern to him; the Divine Authority Council and the Pantheon Sect behind them were the real prize.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," the man in the ghost-faced mask said in a low voice.

SWISH—!

The words had barely left his mouth when Chen Yu vanished. A second later, his hand was clamped around the neck of one of the other men.

The Level 4 Martial Artist was completely unable to resist. The pressure from the Force Field radiated outward, directly suppressing his Qi.

Although he was only a Third-level Martial Artist, his body had undergone an Evolution; even a Level 5 Martial Artist’s physical form couldn’t compare to his.

"Don’t test my patience. I’ll give you one more chance. Who is behind this?" Chen Yu’s expression was icy. The pressure from his Force Field washed over them, and everyone except the leader in the ghost-faced mask felt an incredibly heavy sense of oppression.

"Do you really think you’ve already won?" the man in the ghost-faced mask asked. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Beneath his mask, his face was dark as a thundercloud.

SQUELCH—!

However, his words had barely faded when the man with the monkey-faced mask, still in Chen Yu’s grasp, was killed on the spot. Chen Yu ripped his head off, sending a spray of fresh blood into the air.

"You bastard!"

The man in the ghost-faced mask flew into an instant rage. A majestic aura erupted from him as his glowing fist shot toward Chen Yu.

BAM!

In a flash of lightning, Chen Yu raised a hand. Fist met palm, and a vast shockwave spread out, knocking the other masked men back.

"What!"

The pupils of the man in the ghost-faced mask contracted. He could feel the young man’s Qi—he was a Third-level Martial Artist.

A Third-level Martial Artist had effortlessly blocked a punch from him, a Sixth-level Martial Artist.

In that instant, his entire mentality shattered.

BOOM!

Chen Yu didn’t hesitate in the slightest. After blocking the punch, he lashed out with a kick that sent the man in the ghost-faced mask flying.

CRACK—!

His body flew through the air and snapped a large tree in half before crashing to the ground, cracking the very stones on impact.

But the body of a Sixth-level Martial Artist was powerful; even after a kick with that much force, he hadn’t sustained much damage.

"Run!"

Seeing the man in the ghost-faced mask sent flying, the other masked men immediately scattered.

’If the boss can’t beat him, fighting would be suicide!’

Chen Yu paid the fleeing men no mind. Before the leader in the ghost-faced mask could recover his senses, Chen Yu violently thrust out a hand, and a blast of Extreme Cold Frost erupted from his palm.

The air froze instantly. The man in the ghost-faced mask, his face pale with horror, rapidly circulated his Qi in a defensive burst.

The frost swept over him. After he resisted for three seconds, the cold completely froze his body, turning him into an ice sculpture.

CRACK—!

But a mere instant later, the ice sculpture shattered, and the man in the ghost-faced mask broke free.

’Freezing a Sixth-level Martial Artist in one blast is quite difficult.’