80: Chapter 80 Born to Kill

Someone laughed again, "Do you think he's stupid?"

"Those LV9s aren't killing anything, yet he, a LV3 Reserve Member, rushes in to kill."

"No matter how many he kills, once the gate opens, everyone else will go in, but he'll be unable to because he's exhausted his energy. Why bother!"

"The Mist Beasts he kills, the blood he sheds—it's all just paving the way for others."

"He's using his own life to open the gate for others."

"Not stupid, just foolish." Another voice interjected.

"Foolish enough not to know what he's doing, foolish enough to think he can change anything by killing a few Mist Beasts."

"A hundred kills from him isn't worth as much as one big kill from those LV9s."

"The blood he sheds isn't worth a single drop of sweat from those LV9s."

Some were laughing at Wang Lin for being stupid,

some were laughing at Wang Lin for being foolish,

some were laughing at Wang Lin for not knowing his place.

But Wang Lin paid them no mind.

There was only one sound in his mind: Kill.

He killed another one, absorbing another stream of essence blood.

Gradually, people suddenly realized something was wrong.

Wang Lin had been killing for so long, killing so many, yet his Speed hadn't slowed, and his strength hadn't waned.

Instead, he was getting faster, stronger, and more ferocious.

Like an unquenchable fire, like a sun that would never stop burning.

Wang Lin didn't know what those people were thinking.

He was just killing.

Killing those Mist Beasts, absorbing that essence blood, getting stronger, then killing again, absorbing again, and getting even stronger.

He didn't want to be a stepping stone; he wanted to master his own destiny.

On the other side, at the edge of the clearing, that van was parked there.

The car window was half-open, and smoke drifted out from inside.

Wang Dashan sat in the driver's seat, a cigarette hanging from his lips, watching that figure in the distance through the window.

Zhao Hu sat in the back seat, smiling as he said, "Chenlong, your son has a very heavy desire to kill."

"He doesn't seem too satisfied with our method of sacrifice."

Wang Dashan took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"Who would be willing to be someone else's pawn?"

"A heavy desire to kill is a good thing; it means he doesn't want to be a pawn. He wants to jump off the chessboard."

Zhao Hu laughed, "Want to jump off the chessboard? ...What a pity..."

"It's a pity your son's current strength isn't enough to jump off the chessboard."

Wang Dashan didn't speak. He tacitly agreed, because what Zhao Hu said was the truth.

Zhang Qiming sat in the passenger seat and looked at Zhao Hu, "You are Baihu, the one in charge of slaughter; doesn't a heavy desire to kill suit your tastes, Zhao Hu?"

Zhao Hu laughed, "It certainly suits my tastes, but... can he keep this up until the temple opens?"

Zhang Qiming pushed up his glasses, "Take a look at his Qi and blood value, and you'll know."

Zhao Hu looked at Wang Lin again.

This time, a white light flashed in his eyes.

That light shot out from his eyes and landed on Wang Lin.

He saw that the Qi and blood on Wang Lin's body were like a fire, burning fiercely.

Every time he killed a Mist Beast, that fire grew a bit larger, a bit more intense.

Not only was it not depleting, but it was actually increasing.

Zhao Hu's mouth opened slightly, shifting from surprise to shock.

"What the... what is going on?"

Zhang Qiming laughed, "Doesn't it look a lot like your Bloodlust state?"

Zhao Hu was silent for a moment.

"This is freaking bizarre."

"My Bloodlust state is a bloodline talent, passed down from my ancestors; I only Awakened it at LV6."

"This guy has it too? And it feels even more domineering than my Bloodlust state?"

"Chenlong, are you sure this Wang Lin is your son?"

Wang Dashan shot him an annoyed look.

"Our bloodlines are related; how could I not feel it? Could this be fake?"

Zhang Qiming smiled, "Zhao Hu, you shouldn't talk nonsense like that."

"If Sishe were here, she'd probably make you pay for that."

Zhao Hu's body stiffened, and his voice sounded a bit strained, "That crazy woman, only you, Chenlong, can tame her. An ordinary person really couldn't handle it."

...

On the other side, at the very back of the Holy See's formation, Bishop Qin Cang stood there.

From the moment Wang Lin rushed out, his eyes had not left that figure.

He saw Wang Lin rush into the beast tide, saw the Tentacles behind him explode outward.

He saw Wang Lin killing more and more, faster and faster, more and more ferociously.

Lu Zhiyi stood half a step behind Bishop Qin Cang.

Her gaze also landed on Wang Lin. She was an Ancient Martial Artist, so she could naturally feel the changes in Wang Lin's Qi and blood.

"Bishop, what has his Qi and blood value reached?"

Bishop Qin Cang's voice was very soft, "Twenty-nine thousand. Approaching thirty thousand."

Lu Zhiyi's brows twitched slightly, seemingly unable to believe it.

She was an Ancient Martial Artist; she knew what Qi and blood value meant.

The nine orifices of the human body: two ears, two eyes, two nostrils, the mouth, the anterior yin, and the posterior yin.

Each orifice opened increases Qi and blood by ten thousand.

Ten thousand Qi and blood is equivalent to LV1.

Twenty thousand Qi and blood is equivalent to LV2.

Thirty thousand Qi and blood is equivalent to LV3.

Wang Lin, currently a LV3 Awakened, had accumulated nearly thirty thousand in Qi and blood just by slaughtering.

This meant his current Qi and blood value was already approaching that of a three-orifice Ancient Martial Artist.

And Wang Lin himself might not even know what an acupoint was.

Bishop Qin Cang's lips curled slightly, "To be able to accumulate Qi and blood value just by slaughtering."

"This isn't any known cultivation method. It's just killing. The more he kills, the more vigorous his Qi and blood become."

"I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen anyone like this."

But the problem was: Wang Lin was an Awakened.

It was almost impossible for an Awakened to practice the Ancient Martial Artist path.

Because the physical structure of an Awakened had already changed;

their meridians had been altered by their Superpower, their acupoints had been rushed by energy,

and their bodies were no longer the bodies of "normal people."

They could not sense their own acupoints, so naturally, they could not practice the Ancient Martial Artist path.

But it wasn't absolute.

Among a million Awakened, one might be able to practice the Ancient Martial Artist path.

Because their body, while being altered by the Superpower, retained a certain special structure.

A structure that allowed Qi and blood to coexist with Superpower.

Bishop Qin Cang didn't know if Wang Lin was that one in a million.

But he knew that even if Wang Lin couldn't open his acupoints, even if he could only accumulate Qi and blood by slaughtering, he was still worth recruiting.

Because it wasn't that he hadn't seen people who could accumulate Qi and blood just by slaughtering,

but he had never seen one this fast, never seen one this ferocious, never seen one this unreasonable.

This kid was practically born for the Ancient Martial Artist path.

No, not born for the Ancient Martial Artist path, but born for slaughter.

The Ancient Martial Artist path was just a byproduct of slaughter.

Lu Zhiyi looked at Bishop Qin Cang's profile, "Bishop, you want him to join the Holy Court, not just because he can use Replication on Superpower?"

Bishop Qin Cang was silent for a moment before saying, "Zhiyi, do you know why the Holy Court doesn't accept Awakened?"

"The Holy Court doesn't accept Awakened, not because of our doctrine, but because we cannot teach them."

"It's not that we don't want to teach them; it's that we can't."

"Their bodies are different from ours; they cannot practice our cultivation methods,"

"they cannot use our martial arts, so we simply cannot accept them."

He paused, his gaze landing on Wang Lin, "But this young man is different."