144: Chapter 144 Waves upon Waves

"Open system panel," Chen Yichuan muttered in his heart.

[Chen Yichuan: Male; Profession: Jailer

Talent: Attribute Involution (Unique) (Growable)

Realm: Third-Grade Martial Artist

Strength: 201

agility: 193

constitution: 192

spirit: 191 (Not Activated)

Martial Arts Technique: Cold River Wave-Breaking Saber mastery 525/5000... Collapse]

Free Attributes: 5

Current Location: Shuangjiang County Dungeon]

201 points of Strength.

Having broken through to a Third-Grade Martial Artist and surpassed the 200-point mark in attributes, Chen Yichuan truly felt the difference between the third and second ranks.

Phew.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Chen Yichuan slowly walked out of the Dungeon.

He took a deep breath of the air outside.

No smell of blood, no rot, and no damp odor.

"This is where a person should stay. As for the Dungeon... I'm sorry, but I won't be staying there again in this lifetime."

At the same time, his Attribute Involution talent triggered, and his spirit attribute began to involute upward.

Not long after.

Prison Warden Shi arrived with the County Soldiers. He first complimented Chen Yichuan and then began to check for any stragglers one by one.

As for Chen Yichuan.

At this moment, he was waiting—waiting for news of Inspector Chen Qinghe.

Nothing else.

The head of a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist truly made one greedy!!

Sitting slumped on the ground, Chen Yichuan looked toward the night sky; there were no stars, but no dark clouds either.

"Hmm? It feels like I've forgotten something!"

"Right, the Cold River Wave-Breaking Saber broke through to mastery, unlocking a Martial Arts Stance. How could I have forgotten that?" Chen Yichuan's eyes lit up.

Anyway, Uncle Chen hadn't appeared yet.

The Fourth-Rank Martial Artist's head would have to wait a little longer.

The next moment.

A transparent panel floated before his eyes.

Cold River Wave-Breaking Saber mastery 525/5000, Martial Arts Stance — Wave Upon Thousand Waves.

[Wave Upon Thousand Waves]

Introduction — Unlocked when the martial arts realm reaches mastery.

Wave Upon Thousand Waves: The user's strikes carry Gangqi. Under continuous hacking and sequential slashes, the saber intent can be stacked, becoming stronger with each wave, just like the ocean waves!

This Martial Arts Stance can stack up to 5 layers, with each layer's attack calculated based on the user's base attributes!

Gulp.

After reading the introduction, Chen Yichuan swallowed hard, his face full of joy.

Nothing else.

This single Martial Arts Stance was too powerful; the attacks stacked.

When performing this martial art, it first adds +70 attack points. With a base attack attribute of 81 points, plus the 70 points of attack from the weapon ‘cold river’, that's a total of 221 attack points.

Stacked five times, the attack would instantly break 1000 points!!

"Hiss!"

Chen Yichuan gasped, "If I stack them in advance before a battle, jie jie jie, with over 1000 attack in one strike, I ask you, who could withstand it?"

One must know that this third-grade martial art was only at the mastery level; as it improves, the base attack will also increase.

"Wave Upon Thousand Waves is already this formidable; I wonder how terrifying the Peak of Perfection level's One Blade Breaks the River will be!"

Looking at the yet-to-be-unlocked Martial Arts Stance on the panel, Chen Yichuan whispered softly.

Fantasies flashed through his mind, and for good reason.

The name was just too overbearing.

...

Outside the Dungeon, Chen Yichuan waited for about half an hour. He didn't see Inspector Chen Qinghe, but instead saw Prison Warden Shi.

With a face full of success, he jogged over and cordially shook Chen Yichuan's hand to express his gratitude.

"Constable Chen, you truly are Master Luo's nephew. To think you could kill a Third-Grade Martial Artist while only being a second-rank yourself, and even leave one dead and one fleeing!"

"I am truly impressed!!"

Prison Warden Shi cupped his hands sincerely, while simultaneously thinking frantically in his heart, hoping this 'brilliant' young martial artist would not become an enemy of the 'Holy Sect.'

"Ahem, Prison Warden Shi, there's no need for pleasantries."

"Besides, who told you I'm only a Second-rank Martial Artist?" Chen Yichuan glanced sideways and said softly.

Ah?

Could it be.

Zhao Ritian, who was following behind Prison Warden Shi, widened his eyes and said incredulously:

"Could it be, Brother Yichuan! You've already broken through to become a Third-Grade Martial Artist??"

"You guessed right, but unfortunately there's no reward." Chen Yichuan smiled slightly and then turned his gaze toward the somewhat dazed Prison Warden Shi.

"Prison Warden Shi, do you have any news of Constable Chen?"

Hearing this.

Prison Warden Shi was stunned for a moment but then nodded: "I do indeed have news of Inspector Chen Qinghe, Constable Chen, but why are you asking?"

"Fourth-Rank Martial Artists possess internal power. Their battles are not something a Third-Grade Martial Artist can get involved in."

Hoh.

Chen Yichuan had just asked on a whim; he didn't expect there to actually be news.

His face brightened with joy, and he spoke urgently: "Prison Warden Shi, please tell me the location. Although I can't join their fight, the Poison Snake Cult still has a Third-Grade Vice Cult Leader who escaped."

"If they team up... Uncle Chen will be in danger. So... please."

Chen Yichuan cupped his hands.

Whether it was dangerous or not, Chen Yichuan didn't know.

However, at this moment, he was already parched with anticipation; he absolutely had to take the kill of a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist.

Seeing this.

Prison Warden Shi didn't say anything more. He pointed into the distance and said, "South of the city, the Blacksmith Shop!!"

"Thank you!"

Cupping his hands in farewell, Chen Yichuan moved his feet and used Treading Snow for a Thousand Miles to rush toward the south of the city.

Zhao Ritian, who was nearby, also wanted to follow.

But he was scolded by Prison Warden Shi, who told him to stop adding to the chaos.

Zhao Ritian could only sigh, "Sigh, forget it. When Master returns in a few days, I'll quit this bird-brained job at the Dungeon!!"

...

South of the city.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Before Chen Yichuan even reached the Blacksmith Shop, he heard a series of noises from afar—the aura of martial artists fighting.

"Uncle Chen, please be okay. And as for that Poison Snake Cult Leader, you'd better hold on tight."

"Wait for me!!"

Chen Yichuan's feet moved as he rushed impatiently toward the source of the sound.

A moment later.

A crumbling inn appeared, named the Youjian Inn.

The once prosperous inn had long since been smashed to pieces. At this very moment, on the very top of the inn, two martial artists were fighting to the death. Saber light flickered, and their internal power clashed from time to time, producing muffled booms.

One of them was indeed Inspector Chen Qinghe. At this moment, his constable uniform was already riddled with holes, and his clothes were covered with savage saber scars.