Chapter 151 - 93: Modified Value Surges

Chapter 151: Chapter 93: Modified Value Surges

A massive hole was instantly blasted through Count Thorne’s chest!

The earthy-yellow stream of energy surged into his body like a raging flood from a broken dam.

Billowing white smoke began to pour from Count Thorne’s body. In the depths of his consciousness, the last image he saw was of ten boundless mountain peaks.

They stood side by side, pressing down like ten colossal pillars holding up the heavens!

Before those ten mountain peaks, Count Thorne’s Celestial Demon will was not even worthy of struggling.

"No..." His last thought was a single word before his entire body was utterly consumed by the earthy-yellow energy.

A few breaths later, Count Thorne’s body—along with every trace of black water and every wisp of his will—was annihilated, reduced to nothing.

This was the power of the first layer of the Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist. When unleashed at full force, the Martial Dao Will of ten mountain peaks suppressed all at once, enough to grind any Grandmaster of Divine Intent of the same level into nothingness.

Lu Yun looked down at his hands. He had sustained a minor injury as well.

The clothes on his upper body had been burned to ash in the explosion, leaving faint burns on his skin, some areas even slightly reddened.

However, it was just a superficial wound. With the recovery granted by his Hard Qigong 3rd Floor, known as "Eternal Golden Defense," an injury like this would be fully healed in a day.

In the distance, Consul Hannibal, who had been pinned to the wall, had used the chaos of the explosion to wrench his shoulder free from the Wisteria Spirit Staff.

Now, Consul Hannibal was clutching the gushing wound, staggering toward a windowless wall.

He was going to jump! He had to get out of here.

However, just as Consul Hannibal reached the wall, a large hand shot out from behind, grabbed the nape of his neck, and lifted him up like a helpless chick.

Hannibal’s legs kicked frantically, dangling four stories in the air. He found he couldn’t break free from the iron-like grip.

Finally, Consul Hannibal looked at the face before him, at its blazing eyes, and the fear of death completely consumed him.

"You... you damn bastard!"

"You actually dared to kill Count Thorne! Great Britain will send its armies to exterminate you! Exterminate your family! Exterminate your—"

But Lu Yun’s answer was his left fist, which slammed into Hannibal’s chest.

The earthy-yellow energy instantly surged into Consul Hannibal’s body. His eyes bulged wide as billowing white smoke began to pour from him.

A few breaths later, the consul of Great Britain, tossed aside by Lu Yun, dissolved into a black, watery stain, along with the will of the Outer Celestial Demon within him.

At that moment, Lu Yun glanced down. The grounds of the Consulate below were in chaos.

Swarms of soldiers from Great Britain, armed with various firearms, were rushing the building from all directions.

A slight smile touched Lu Yun’s lips. With a casual motion, he drew the distant Wisteria Spirit Staff from the floor into his hand, then turned and walked back into the Consulate.

A few minutes later, an even more terrifying explosion ripped through the top floor of the Consulate. Flames shot into the sky, dyeing the entire night crimson!

The soldiers from Great Britain who had just rushed into the building were completely engulfed by the descending sea of fire before they even had time to react.

Meanwhile, Lu Yun had already scaled the high wall of the Consulate from the other side. He stood in a small alley beyond it, glancing back at the towering inferno.

[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]

Name: Lu Yun

Gender: Male

Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (Early Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist (First Layer), Hard Qigong 3rd Floor (Entry Level, Modifiable)

modified value: 1600

Lu Yun stood in the shadows of the alley, his consciousness sinking into the deep blue sea of light.

’1600 points.’ He had kept a part of his focus aside during the battle to silently calculate his gains.

’The first three monsters that attacked were worth 300 points in total, 100 points each.’

’The black water monster, Count Thorne, was 1000 points. And the last one, the consul of Great Britain, Hannibal, was 300 points.’

’That all adds up to exactly 1600 modified value.’

Then, Lu Yun’s gaze fell on the line for Hard Qigong: 3rd Floor (Entry Level, Modifiable).

’Finally...’ he thought. ’This Horizontal Cultivation Technique, which requires over a hundred years of painstaking practice to master, can finally be advanced.’

’Mastery of the 3rd Floor... Just how strong will my body become then?’

"Huh?" A surprised voice came from the mouth of the alley.

"Hey, old man, where’s your shirt? What just happened?"

"Oh, right, did you hear an explosion?"

Lu Yun turned his head toward the voice. Under a dim yellow streetlight, five police officers in black uniforms stood at the alley’s entrance, staring at him dumbfounded.

It was the same five he had encountered on patrol earlier. The lead officer looked Lu Yun up and down, his brow gradually furrowing. "Don’t tell me someone’s bullying an old man on my turf?"

"Which bastard has no decency?"

Seeing the men approach, a slow smile spread across Lu Yun’s face. It was a gentle, kind, and utterly harmless-looking smile.

"Yes, I was just robbed by a young punk. Could you gentlemen be so kind as to lend me some money for a shirt? It would be best if you could also give me some fare, so I can take a rickshaw home."

The five officers stared at each other.

’This old man is shameless!’ they thought. ’We come over out of concern, and he just asks for money? And rickshaw fare, too?’

’We’re out here working like dogs, patrolling until we’re dead on our feet in the middle of the night.’