Qing Yu had no intention of finding a secluded spot to cultivate first; even with a fourfold talent bonus the improvement in his strength would be limited in a short period.
"Let's just start," Qing Yu murmured, his voice barely audible in the desolate silent street.
He closed his eyes slightly and his Spiritual Master power like an invisible tide, quietly spread outwards from him as its center, easily covering several kilometers in every direction.
The feedback from the Spiritual Master scan instantly formed a three-dimensional image in his consciousness.
With a move of his foot, the Flowing Light Disc, hovering ten meters above the ground, instantly accelerated, carrying him away as a blurred, silver afterimage.
"Whoosh!"
The battle took place in a sunken plaza, where two burly warriors with dark red scales covering their skin were back-to-back, wielding heavy alloy battle-axes, fending off attacks from all sides.
They were being ambushed by five slender figures, whose movements were fleeting, with energy blades extending from their arms, moving as swiftly as ghosts, clearly working in perfect coordination.
The red-scaled warriors were covered in wounds, roaring repeatedly, and dark red light intensely fluctuated around them, hot airwaves distorting the air, yet unable to fully repel the cunning and ruthless cuts from the energy blades.
Qing Yu's arrival went unnoticed; he hovered atop a broken, massive alloy pillar on the edge of the plaza, looking down with an indifferent gaze.
With a slight flick of his finger at his side, an inconspicuous greenish-gold metal disc at his waist—Arc Light—silently disassembled!
Instantly, dozens of curved blades with chilling greenish-gold light flowing along their edges, like a disturbed swarm of bees, hovered around him, emitting a low hum.
"Go."
His thoughts stirred slightly.
Buzz—!
Streaks of silver light tore through the air, emitting short, sharp shrieks, like three instantaneous flashes of lightning, heading straight for the core of the battlefield! Their speed far exceeded the reaction limits of the attackers.
Dozens of greenish-gold streaks of light suddenly erupted, tearing through the air and emitting piercing shrieks! They were not chaotic but precisely guided by an invisible hand, instantly weaving into a deadly cutting net that accurately enveloped the five attackers!
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
Dense, short cutting sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
The movements of the five slender figures abruptly froze; their bodies were instantly pierced and sliced by dozens of greenish-gold, thread-like trajectories, turning into countless broken pieces of corpses, like dolls thrown into a shredder!
"A Spiritual Master!" The two red-scaled warriors exclaimed in horror!
"Run!"
Before they could run even a meter, the dense, scalp-numbing cutting sounds rang out almost simultaneously! All movement in the plaza abruptly froze!
Puff, puff—!
The two red-scaled warriors, their roaring expressions frozen on their faces, their heavy alloy Warhammers along with their scale-covered bodies were mercilessly pierced and torn by several even a dozen, greenish-gold streaks of light!
A subtle notification of points being credited flashed in Qing Yu's consciousness. He didn't even glance at the instantly cleared battlefield below. The Flowing Light Disc adjusted its direction, and his silver figure, like a ghost harvesting lives, sped towards the next energy fluctuation point detected by his Spiritual Master power, without the slightest hesitation.
Qing Yu, like a silver wind of death, moved through City 8.
He no longer just followed battle fluctuations; his Spiritual Master scan, like the most precise radar, actively captured all active life signals within his field of vision.
Each appearance was accompanied by the despair-inducing greenish-gold storm of Arc Light.
Thanks to his cultivation of the Tribulation Divine Weapon, Chaotic Dance Threads, Qing Yu's control over Spiritual Master weapons had reached an astonishing level.
This third-tier Spiritual Master weapon, Arc Light, in his hands, was as fast as lightning, its trajectories cunning and unpredictable, and its power incredibly concentrated! Dealing with ordinary Stellar Level Level Nine opponents was like slaughtering chickens.
On the top floor of a dilapidated shopping center, a one-eyed giant nearly four meters tall, with muscles as gnarled as rocks, roared as he charged at Qing Yu.
Qing Yu hovered in mid-air, Arc Light instantly disassembled, and the swarm of blades, like a cascading greenish-gold waterfall, cut the giant and his roaring voice into silent fragments.
Outside the glass curtain wall of a skyscraper, a slender woman with transparent wings on her back, moving incredibly fast, tried to escape using her Level Two Wind Domain.
Dozens of greenish-gold streaks of light, like maggots to bone, drew countless deadly cutting trajectories in the air, moving even faster, instantly shredding her.
His points soared wildly, and Qing Yu's name on the point leaderboard of the 12th World Zone shot up like a lit rocket, at an astonishing speed!
From beyond the millionth rank, he forcefully rushed into the top hundred thousand, the top ten thousand, the top thousand… Each jump of his name was accompanied by the "death" of thousands of opponents, and the rank leaps became larger and larger, carrying an unstoppable, icy momentum.
Participant: Qing Yu (Aurora Empire)
Points: 10,017,482
Rank: 571
Due to Qing Yu's formidable strength soon almost the entire City 8 knew of his existence and because of Qing Yu's silver hair and his use of the Arc Light weapon he earned the title of "Silver Fox."
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World Master Qing Ming sat on a cold metal seat, a giant light screen hovering before him, densely scrolling with the real-time point rankings of the 12th World Zone.
Qing Yu's name, like a cold blade drawn from its sheath, was cutting upwards at a heart-stopping, almost linear speed!
"Top three hundred… top two hundred… now top one hundred!" An elder of the Qinglin Clan standing by his side spoke with incredible excitement, watching the name rising like a comet on the light screen.
"This speed… it's astounding! Young Master Qing Yu… he's sweeping through everyone!"
World Master Qing Ming's usually calm face showed expressions of surprise and shock; he truly hadn't expected Qing Yu's strength to have grown so much.
"Sweeping? No, this is crushing! I didn't expect him to improve so much in these ten years! My Qinglin Clan might be on the rise!"
…
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!"
Dense impact sounds, like a fierce storm and the urgent tolling of a death knell, wildly echoed under the vast dome of the stadium, making the entire space hum.
Qing Yu hovered in mid-air in the center of the stadium, the Flowing Light Disc glowing silver beneath his feet.
Before him, over a thousand greenish-gold curved blades, like a frenzied swarm of metal bees, rapidly rotated, cut, and pierced at dazzling speed!
It was as if countless blades converged into a destructive greenish-gold storm, accompanied by ear-piercing shrieks, frantically bombarding a figure below, enveloped in a thick, almost solid, earthy yellow light!
That was a warrior, stout as an iron tower, with a spiral-shaped single horn on his forehead. He was half-kneeling, his muscles bulging in his arms, firmly holding a massive, incredibly thick tower shield.
The earthy yellow domain light was as heavy as a mountain, clearly reaching Level Nine!