Chapter 27:
LiCangTian
Li An’s home.
He, too, had received a message—but with far darker implications:
“Xido suffered a crushing defeat at your hands. Now, he’s come for vengeance in person—awaiting you at Border Zone 67. Will you meet him?”
Li An accepted without hesitation.
Freshly broken through, and a perfect punching bag delivers itself?
He showed the message to Frost Snow. “Let’s go.”
She nodded vigorously, cheeks bulging with spicy strips. “Mmph! Málà!”
“Addicted to spice now?” Li An chuckled, brushing her forehead.
35.5°C.
“Feeling warm?” she grinned, revealing dimples and crescent-moon eyes.
“Almost normal. Let’s move.”
As a frontline veteran, Li An owned a military-grade Origin Energy Shuttle. Once airborne, he opened the Tianyi Daily on his Star Terminal.
Most headlines were mundane—until one froze his blood:
[HUMAN PRODIGY SLAYS DEMON PRINCE!]
“Lin He, wielder of Infinite Blade Manifestation, annihilates Kaelthar at Border 7-1. Full combat footage attached.”
Frost Snow leaned in, her scent of chili oil mingling with curiosity. “Him?”
The same aloof youth who’d returned the mayor’s son yesterday—now revealed as a warfront titan.
The Video:
Lin He moved like light incarnate.
His signature skill—Lightchaser—wreathed him in prismatic afterimages. Not a single frame clearly captured his face, only streaks of brilliance slicing through the battlefield.
Kaelthar, a five-meter behemoth in demonic armor, swung fists that cratered the earth. Useless.
Lin He’s fingers—no, swords—pierced mythril plating like paper. Blood fountained as blade-will erupted from his fingertips. Not sword intent, but finger intent—a refinement of his Infinite Blade Manifestation’s essence.
Unlimited blade-will, condensed into a single digit.
Kaelthar roared, fracturing into a hundred shadow clones.
Lin He’s lips twitched—a ghost of a smirk.
His Pathseeker’s Heart ignited: Shadowstep.
A trail of afterimages bloomed behind him. With each stride, he swapped places with a shadow—dozens materializing per second. A spatial dance fueled by infinite blade-will.
How do you track a man who becomes his own labyrinth?
In three breaths, Lin He isolated Kaelthar’s true body.
A two-second charge mid-sprint—blade-will coalescing into a stellar pinpoint.
Flick.
A white flash. Kaelthar collapsed, armor sundered, chest a cauterized ruin.
Total time: 178 seconds.
Lin He didn’t sweat. Didn’t pant. Just turned and walked away, shadows dissolving like mist.
Comments Section:
[+] “Thank gods he’s too old for the Super League. They’d just hand him the trophy.”
[+] “Rumor says he’s chasing the Five Divine Trials before twenty. Speed, Strength, Stamina, Martial Intent, Will—all peak human limits. Dude trains inside the Heavenly Mountain Ruins. You know, the place that crushes ‘normal’ geniuses into jam?”
Li An’s throat went dry.
The Five Divine Trials—legendary crucibles from the Ancient Era.
Speed Trial: Navigate the Heavenly Mountain’s gravitational vortex (up to 1,000,000x Earth’s pull).
Strength Trial: Shatter the Unyielding Monolith (a stone that regenerates faster than you can damage it).
Stamina Trial: Endure the Bloodfire Swamp’s corrosive miasma for 30 days.
Martial Intent Trial: Overload the Skyrend Obelisk with pure combat will.
Will Trial: Survive the Soulforge’s memory erosion—a machine that weaponizes regret.
And Lin He treats these as… warm-ups?
Zhang Sanfeng’s warning echoed:
“You lack true battle instinct. This generation’s monsters—they’ve transcended humanity.”
But Li An saw deeper.
Lin He chased light. Chased shadows. Chased speed without joy.
What ghost drives him? What emptiness does he outrun?
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