95: Chapter 95 Resonance and Heartbeat

Murong Xue kept gazing at Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng looked into her brown eyes; they no longer held their usual steadfastness and boldness, but rather a kind of ignited, scorching heat.

That heat was not love—at least, not yet—but rather the resonance of a Holy Light Knight finding her fated partner, much like a silver spear finding the cold star at its tip.

"Try again," Wang Sheng said.

"Okay."

The two stood five meters apart again, but this time, Murong Xue hesitated.

"Wait," she bit her lip—a gesture that, on her resolute face, bloomed like a small flower on steel, rarely soft.

"Holy Light resonance requires closer proximity for stability. I saw it on the skill tree; it requires..."

Her voice faltered slightly.

"It requires physical contact, at least... hand-to-hand contact, to let the two streams of Power of Holy Light conduct directly through our bodies."

Wang Sheng looked at her, a hint of nervousness flashing in his brown eyes that she was unwilling to admit.

A tiny crack appeared on the resolute face of the Holy Light Knight, as if her silver armor had been struck.

"Then let's get closer," Wang Sheng's voice was calm, just like an ordinary day on the Lingxi River, but he could feel his heartbeat was half a beat faster than before.

He walked behind Murong Xue.

He covered her hands with his own.

His chest was almost pressed against her back, his chin just barely above her head.

His hands covered hers, as if gloves covering hands, palm to palm.

Murong Xue's body tensed instantly.

It was not because of nervousness; she had experienced the Beast Tide, faced the Ink-scaled Python, and dared to draw her spear on Chief Shi Ba at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly; she was not someone easily made nervous.

It was because of... his body temperature.

Through her silver training armor, his body temperature felt like a warm flame pressed against her back, from her shoulder blades to her waist, and from her waist to...

His breath brushed against her ear, the warm air like a spring breeze blowing across a silver lake, stirring up fine ripples.

Her heartbeat sounded like war drums: "Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump..."

"Relax," Wang Sheng's voice was by her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe, just like the gentlest wind on the Lingxi River. "Let the Power of Holy Light flow naturally. Do not resist."

His hands covered hers, guiding the silver Power of Holy Light in her palms to merge with his golden Power of Holy Light, just like two rivers meeting in their palms.

The golden warmth and the silver clear stream intertwined and rotated, like two snakes searching for each other's frequency.

Murong Xue closed her eyes.

Her breathing became disordered.

It was not because of the Power of Holy Light; the flow of the Power of Holy Light was as natural as breathing, the merging of silver and gold like water blending into water. What disordered her breathing was his hands, his temperature, his voice.

His hands covered hers, the heat of his palms seeming to permeate from his skin to hers like golden light, flowing through the gaps between her fingers, sliding over her fingertips. That hand had held hers at the Myriad Races Market, had handed her the warmth of his palm in the sunset.

At this moment, that hand covered her hands, as if holding her entire world in his palm.

Her ears were as red as if they were dripping blood.

The silver Power of Holy Light surged within her, like an ignited silver flame.

But this time, it was not because of training, not because of resonance, but because...

Her heartbeat and the Power of Holy Light... had lost control... together.

"Ooh."

A low hum spilled out from between their palms, like the lingering sound after a string was plucked. White-gold light exploded once more!

Three times stronger than the first time!

A pillar of white-gold light shot up into the sky from between their palms.

All the Savage Beast bone stakes on the training ground were shattered by the light, the fragments dancing in the light like silver rain.

The surface of the Lingxi River was reflected into white-gold by the light, as if a flowing silver mirror had been ignited by golden light.

Everyone in Guangming Village could see it: above the training ground, the white-gold light was like a sun in the middle of the day.

Resonance successful.

The two separated. Murong Xue panted heavily, her chest heaving violently under her silver training armor.

Sweat dripped from her chin like fine rain, and her legs were slightly weak—not because of the consumption of the Power of Holy Light, but because...

Her heartbeat still hadn't recovered from the loss of control just now. "Thump-thump, thump-thump," it was as if war drums had been sped up during the fiercest charge.

She dared not look at Wang Sheng.

She turned around, her silver training armor clinging to her fit figure; the curve of her waist looked like a silver stream.

The contour of her hips under the training suit looked like two peaches wrapped in silver velvet.

Sweat slid down her spine, like a silver stream winding through silver mountains.

"That's it for today..."

Her voice was half a degree higher than usual, like a silver spear deviating in angle when retracting, and her pace was no longer brisk and neat, but...

Escape.

She was escaping.

From something she had never felt before, something even more terrifying than the Beast Tide.

That thing was called: heart-flutter.

It wouldn't bite you, wouldn't tear your armor apart, wouldn't corrode your skin with Shadow Poison Mist.

But it was more terrifying than all of those, because it attacked from within, starting from the heart, like that beam of light penetrating through a crack in silver armor; once it penetrated, it would never disappear.

Wang Sheng watched her back disappear at the edge of the training ground, her brown ponytail fluttering one last time in the evening wind, like the final arc of light before a silver spear is sheathed.

He looked down at his own hands, the warmth of her silver Power of Holy Light still lingering on his palms, like the residual warmth of moonlight on the earth.

Late night.

Chiefs Tent, cultivation room.

The diplomatic achievements of the Myriad Races Market, the contribution points brought by the Red Flame Alliance, the full explosion of the Power of Holy Light when shattering the giant rock at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly, and the baptism of white-gold light from the resonance with Murong Xue just now—

Three forces merged into the same lake like three rivers, surging, colliding, and fusing within his body.

Wang Sheng sat cross-legged on the Savage Beast skin cushion in the cultivation room, golden Power of Holy Light surging around him like a tide.

It was more turbulent and scorching than ever before, like the spring flood of the Lingxi River, like the Shadow Tide of the Savage Beast Forest.

His Barbarian Warrior rank had stayed at the fourth-tier bottleneck for too long.

That punch that shattered the giant rock had almost exhausted all his reserves of the Power of Holy Light.

But it was also like the final hammer blow when forging steel, completely knocking open the most stubborn crack in the bottleneck.

The Power of Holy Light erupted from the crack like magma.

"Hum!"

A golden pillar of light shot up from the top of Wang Sheng's head, purer and more scorching than the white-gold light on the training ground.

It was as if the sun had risen from within his body; the roof of the Chiefs Tent was reflected by the golden light as if it were a golden mirror.

Breakthrough.

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Congratulations to the Chieftain for the breakthrough!

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[Current Rank]: Barbarian Warrior Tier 5

[Power of Holy Light]: Significantly increased

[New Skill Preview]:

· Holy Light Slash · Stage 2 (Continuous Slashes)

· Shield of Light · Enhanced (Defense +50%)

· Holy Healing · Group (Can heal multiple people simultaneously)

Note: Next breakthrough point, Barbarian General Tier 1

(Requires taking the 5th wife to trigger)

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Barbarian Warrior Tier 5.

Wang Sheng slowly opened his eyes, golden light swirling in his pupils like two ignited stars.

His body felt as if it had been re-forged, every muscle, every bone, every inch of meridian filled with the Power of Holy Light.

It was like the Lingxi River filled with the spring flood, like the Savage Beast Forest soaked by a rainstorm.

Barbarian Warrior Tier 5, only one tier away from Chief Shi Ba's Warrior Tier 6. With the bonus of the Power of Holy Light, the outcome of the next confrontation was unknown.

He clenched his fist, golden light flickering slightly between his fingers.

That sense of power was like the entire volume of water in the Lingxi River gathered in his fist: steady, majestic, ready to strike at any moment.