pjbooks Chapter 321 You fucking are a genius!
Chapter 321 You fucking are a genius!
Wang Qingyun paced back and forth, his hands scratching and tearing wildly in the air as if he had Parkinson's disease.
"Open it! Open it for me!"
The old man's face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed.
He even got so angry that he suddenly opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him.
"Click."
With teeth clenched, apart from getting a mouthful of cold wind mixed with dust, the space was so stable that not even a ripple could be felt.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!" Wang Qingyun completely broke down. He was like a gambler who had lost all his chips, frantically spinning around the ruins. "I just learned Void Travel! What the hell!"
Chen Yifan stood to the side, his cheeks taut.
Just seconds ago, that voice, which only he could hear, finally arrived in his mind:
[Ding! Stealing successful!]
[Acquired SS-rank skill: Void Travel]
Chen Yifan's back molars were grinding together.
It's confirmed.
When did this talent become so intelligent?
Without even a word, he took over someone else's best-kept secret skill.
He didn't even entertain the idea of "secretly investigating"!
How can this be explained?
He said he accidentally slipped his hand?
Wang Qingyun abruptly stopped what he was doing, turned around abruptly, and stared intently at Chen Yifan with bloodshot, cloudy eyes.
"Kid."
The old man's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
"What did you do to me when you helped me up just now?"
Having lived to his age, he's seen all sorts of monsters and demons.
The only variable in this bizarre scene is Chen Yifan.
Even the Cleaner's Judgment White Light couldn't erase his ability, but this kid just touched him and his skill evaporated into thin air!
Chen Yifan subconsciously took half a step back.
"Uncle Wang, if I told you this was an accident... would you believe me?"
Before Wang Qingyun could react, a dozen dazzling streaks of light suddenly lit up the distant horizon.
A piercing alarm ripped through the night sky, and the distinctive roar of a heavy armed transport plane's engine grew louder as it approached.
A dozen or so aircraft painted with black lantern markings are rapidly approaching the coordinates of the bridge at supersonic speeds.
The anticipated space-based weapon did not arrive.
Instead, the lamplighter's mopping-up troops arrived.
Wang Qingyun looked up and the color drained from his face instantly.
"It's over."
He plopped down on the gravel-strewn ground, legs spread wide, looking utterly listless.
"You've really screwed me over today. Without the spatial passage, once the Lamp Bearer closes this net, neither of us will escape."
It wasn't that he was afraid of dying.
The key point is, he shouldn't have been here at all! If those acquaintances had caught him red-handed, things would have been really messed up.
Chen Yifan stared at the streaks of light in the sky, his mind racing.
"Uncle Wang, there's no time to explain!"
Chen Yifan took a step in front of Wang Qingyun, took a deep breath, and raised his hands.
Wang Qingyun, who was sprawled on the ground, was stunned for a moment.
"What are you doing? Getting ready to dance and surrender?"
Chen Yifan ignored him, replaying in his mind Wang Qingyun's action of tearing space apart, while simultaneously activating the SS-level skill he had just acquired.
He imitated Wang Qingyun, making claws with both hands and tearing hard at the air in front of him.
"Sizzle..."
A soft sound, like fabric tearing, echoed in the air.
Then, nothing happened.
Wang Qingyun looked at him as if he were a fool, and the original despair was forced to turn into laughter by this ridiculous scene.
"You think this is like pulling noodles? Void Travel is an S-rank spatial skill, requiring another S-rank spatial ability as a 'key' to activate. Even if you tore your hand off..."
Before the words were even finished, the searchlight of the person holding the lamp swept across from mid-air.
Several high-explosive incendiary bombs, trailing long plumes of flame and emitting a piercing whistle, hurtled toward their coordinates.
Another S-rank spatial skill?
A sudden inspiration struck Chen Yifan: the [Spatial Blink] he had stolen from the Demon Shadow was an S-rank skill!
"rise!"
Chen Yifan completely ignored Wang Qingyun's taunts and launched a second attack!
As Wang Qingyun just said.
He clenched his right fist, his arm muscles bulged instantly, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out. He then slammed his fist down into the void in front of him in his most familiar way, without any fancy moves!
boom!!
The space in front of him was like a piece of tempered glass shattered by a heavy hammer, making a teeth-grinding bang.
He smashed out an extremely unstable black crack with jagged, serrated edges with his fist!
From within the rift, turbulent spatial currents roared out like the howl of a ferocious beast, causing the clothes of the two to flutter wildly.
Wang Qingyun's unfinished sarcastic remark was stuck in his throat like a duck being choked. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He looked at the spatial passage that was so familiar yet ten times more violent, and then at Chen Yifan.
"You son of a bitch..." The old man's lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
He wasn't shocked that Chen Yifan could open the passage.
He was shocked. The power Chen Yifan used was clearly his own! Even the frequency of the energy fluctuations was exactly the same!
This kid didn't just learn it; he directly transferred his own abilities to him!
What kind of insane talent is this?!
The Lamplighters commando team in the sky also witnessed this incredible scene.
"A high-energy spatial warp reaction has occurred at the target coordinates!"
"Bullshit! That area has been sealed off by our 'Limit Locks,' how could anyone possibly open a void portal! Fire! Saturation attack! Now!"
Incendiary bombs rained down like raindrops, threatening to completely engulf the ruins in flames.
"Walk!"
Chen Yifan felt his spiritual energy being frantically drained from his heart palace, and the crack wouldn't last more than a few seconds.
He grabbed Wang Qingyun by the back of his collar, who was still in a daze, and dragged him into the crumbling black crack without looking back.
The moment they entered, the spatial passage collapsed with a deafening roar.
The incendiary bomb landed, and flames shot into the sky.
Only scorched earth remained, and not a single person was to be seen.
……
A large-scale integrated waste treatment plant on the outskirts of Jiangnan City.
A crack suddenly appeared in mid-air without warning.
Two figures, accompanied by a pile of debris from spatial turbulence, crashed down from a height of more than two meters.
thump!
Chen Yifan managed to adjust his posture in mid-air and land on his feet, but the enormous inertia still caused him to roll several times in the mountain of garbage.
A muffled "ouch" came from the side, followed by the sound of liquid splashing.
Wang Qingyun plunged headfirst into a bucket of swill that reeked of an overwhelming stench.
The unique, sour, rotten smell of the garbage plant, a mixture of fermented kitchen waste, hits you right in the head.
Chen Yifan brushed the rotten vegetable leaves off his clothes and stood up.
That last strike, because it forcibly broke through the spatial restrictions, directly drained nearly a third of his mental energy from his heart palace, and his brain is still throbbing with pain.
He looked at Wang Qingyun, who was struggling to pull his head out of the swill bucket, and felt unusually guilty.
After all, they've ruined someone's life-saving trump card.
If this old man were to fight me to the death...
"Uncle Wang, I can explain this."
Chen Yifan stepped forward, intending to help the old man up first.
Wang Qingyun was covered in leftover food and unidentified slime, and reeked of a foul stench.
But he didn't fly into a rage at all, and didn't even wipe the dirt off his face.
The old man suddenly turned around, slapped away Chen Yifan's outstretched hand, and grabbed Chen Yifan's collar tightly with surprising strength.
Wang Qingyun did not roar; his bloodshot eyes were now burning with a flame that was a mixture of extreme fear and madness.
He leaned close to Chen Yifan's face, ignoring the nauseating smell around them, and roared in a suppressed, trembling voice, almost squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Kid! Don't talk nonsense with me!"
"Tell me! How exactly did you transfer my abilities to you?!"