Chen Shouyi avoided the patrolling soldiers all the way.
He returned to the bedroom through the window.
Sitting on the bed, a sense of depression stuck in his chest, unable to be expelled.
Although he appeared indifferent earlier, his heart was far from calm.
He knew that the mysterious stranger’s words were mostly true.
Now, most of the human territories have probably fallen.
A single God of Hunting made the Great Xia Country face an enemy, with Jiangnan Province severely weakened, not to ntion countries weak in military strength without even nuclear weapons.
And how many Gods of Hunting exist in the otherworld?
How many are even stronger, more fearso than the God of Hunting?
Humankind is completely unaware.
They can’t even detect how vast Tamu world truly is.
As Barbarian Gods gradually gain a foothold on Earth, developing a massive following, what ans does the Great Xia Country have to resist?
How many more people will die?
The harsh reality made it difficult for him to breathe.
He sat there dazed for a while, then decided not to dwell on it.
Thinking too much brings self-inflicted trouble.
In such overwhelming circumstances, even he can only go with the flow.
He checked the attribute panel.
Found that the previous battle had consud another ten points of Faith Value.
Without entering the super-god state, he could still defeat him, but lacked the deterrent effect.
The opponent’s strength was slightly weaker, but not by much, needing at least a dozen or twenty moves to defeat him.
If not for using Giant Transformation, which would be overkill, he would have directly transford.
"Hopefully, you don’t seek death! If you don’t provoke , I don’t care if you beco gods and ancestors abroad." Chen Shouyi exhaled.
His eyes turned cold.
He had no favorable impression of the Pantheon, and if not for wanting to avoid rashly forming enmity with this organization, as well as for the sake of being fellow humans, he would have eliminated him a long ti ago.
In Jiangnan Province, he’s the only legendary one.
If the opponent dies, it’s obvious that he’d be the pri suspect.
If alone, he naturally wouldn’t fear retaliation, having even killed a demigod; why fear re legends?
But he has parents, a sister.
He cannot indulge in revenge.
"However, the opponent’s legendary energy seems sowhat peculiar!" Chen Shouyi looked at his own hand, still feeling a faint numbness.
During the previous fight, he sensed a strange oscillating force, especially when gripping the opponent’s neck, it was particularly obvious. If not for his energy involuntarily resisting, an average person’s contact would likely lead to exploding flesh, bones separating.
"Could it be that this energy can be controlled?" Chen Shouyi pondered.
He’s been a legend for quite so ti now.
With daily consumption of large amounts of divine flesh, his internal energy has grown stronger, this energy forming a protective layer around him, shielding him from heat and cold, and providing powerful defense against energy and physical attacks.
He had killed two Barbarian legends, and found no special uses, always assuming such energy was chiefly passive protection, at most invading the opponent’s body, never imagining it could be used so.
Thinking about it, it’s reasonable.
Even in Tamu world, legends are still rare, civilization stuck in barbaric wilderness. Humanity hasn’t yet discovered any mature and efficient cultivation system; all legends rise from relentless life-and-death training during hunts.
Even amongst the God of Hunting’s followers, those capable are likely only few in number, primarily in a state of solitary exploration.
Unlike the Pantheon, without doubt, legends are clearly in the absolute hierarchy, where ample research teams are ready to serve them.
Chen Shouyi reminisced for a mont, slowly throwing a punch.
His internal energy stirred slightly and then returned to stillness.
He threw punch after punch, yet couldn’t grasp the concept.
Suddenly, Chen Shouyi slapped his forehead:
"I’m really stupid!"
"I actually forgot the function of experiencing another’s body through the world of mories!"
Back then, by utilizing this function, he swiftly learned lunge and thrust in days, reaching swordsmanship skills matching a Martial Artist Apprentice within months.
But as his power gradually grew, he had long stopped using it, almost forgetting.
Chen Shouyi imdiately lay on the bed.
Soon, he entered the world of mories from today, selecting the mont before facing off with that Pantheon legend.
As soon as his mind launched into the opponent’s body, an imdiate feeling of "weakness" surged.
"Far too weak!"
He sensed the opponent’s Strength, Agility, and Constitution were roughly only at eighteen points, with each attribute two to three levels lower than his.
As his thoughts flashed by.
The "Chen Shouyi" across instantly closed in.
"So powerful!"
Amidst Chen Shouyi’s self-praise without sha, at the next mont, he felt this body’s legendary energy start to oscillate, indescribable feeling erged as energy, previously lukewarm like water, suddenly turned explosive.
Even the body seed injected with steroids, becoming sowhat stronger...
Perhaps the defense increased in strength too.
Seeing such obvious effects, initially, Chen Shouyi was just curious to try, and at this mont, his interest surged.
Unfortunately, it didn’t let him savor for long.
He was swiftly struck away by "himself."
His "abdon" ached sharply, barely landing before his head was heavily hit, subsequently gripped by "himself" and hoisted up.
From another angle, seeing his own arrogant and violent self.
Indeed, an indescribable sense of oddity and... sha.
He silently experienced the energy oscillation within this body.
"Seems not too difficult!" Chen Shouyi mused internally.
Although without comprehending the opponent’s mory, he’s unclear on how they initiated it, but ultimately it all boils down to intent.
Soon he exited the space, rising from bed, standing on the bedroom’s empty floor, closing his eyes, carefully sensing the energy suffusing his body.
After a few seconds, he stirred his thoughts.
The stagnant energy gently rippled for a mont, quickly calming down again.
Chen Shouyi opened his eyes: "Seems feasible!"
He knew that nothing could be accomplished in a single step.
Like practicing a Sword Form, a beginner must recall how to step, how to mobilize all muscles. After countless practices, attaining mastery, one could perform it without thought, like instinct.
And such technique equally requires extensive practice.
He seed to have discovered sothing interesting, attempting repeatedly, mind completely absorbed, utterly losing track of ti.
Half an hour passed...
An hour passed...
Three hours passed...
As ti went by, each thought-triggered energy pulse grew increasingly intense.
Outside, the pitch-black sky gradually brightened; unknowingly, dawn had arrived the next day.
Standing still, unmoving, Chen Shouyi suddenly walked to the desk, his hand suffused with energy, lightly striking down.
With a "bang", a sound of eruption echoed.
Retracting his hand, he saw a small pit slightly wider than a finger on the desk, the bottom filled with countless tiny wood chips.
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