This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 175 - It Is Inadvisable to Compete in
Chapter 175: Chapter 175: It Is Inadvisable to Compete in Endurance While Standing Like a Stake
Chapter 175: Chapter 175: It Is Inadvisable to Compete in Endurance While Standing Like a Stake
Raffi Road No. 72 subway station was right across from the large shopping mall.
Before leaving the ready-to-wear shop, Chen Ke had changed into a deep blue suit and left the special-effect suit in the store.
Everything but the coat, trousers, and tie needed to be replaced.
Chen Ke had initially worried that if the shirt was damaged, it might result in the loss of the suit’s special effects, but it seemed now that as long as the coat and trousers remained intact, the effects would persist.
Chen Ke also had another question, if while wearing this suit, he summoned other clothing-class Holy Relics, could the suit’s Dark Concealment and crouching silence effects still be triggered?
The previous night, Chen Ke had draped his coat over Lucina, thus breaking the suit’s triggering conditions for its special effects. After the suit was repaired, he would definitely have to test it out.
If it worked, it would be game-changing.
This suit was the only mutated piece of equipment that Chen Ke owned. If it were lost, the loss would outweigh the gains; he realized he would have to use it judiciously in the future.
Chen Ke walked through the bustling crowd across the pedestrian crossing, the midday sun making everything seem irksome and overheated.
Looking at the people of various white and black complexions around him, as well as the scrolling English advertisements on screens and billboards on surrounding buildings, he felt a pleasant illusion.
This illusion was called life.
Chen Ke wasn’t born into an impoverished family, nor could he be considered a child of a wealthy family.
His father was part of the management of a domestic private enterprise, his mother was a laid-off worker from a disbanded state-owned factory. His family’s income wasn’t much but wasn’t strained either.
Falling short of middle-class standards, yet not poor and destitute, they were typical of many three-person households in the country.
He had never been abroad, nor experienced studying or living overseas. The most English he had been exposed to was from his English teacher, and the majority of English-language programming he saw was Hollywood blockbusters…
Chen Ke had never imagined that one day he would walk the streets of some Western country and make a group of foreign friends.
Of course, he had also never thought he would kill someone.
Television programs and books said that if a person had never killed, they would face immense psychological pressure after committing their first murder.
Not at all. He didn’t feel any psychological pressure, everything seemed as ordinary as breathing. Why was there no pressure? After contemplating for a moment, Chen Ke found the answer: because the people he killed deserved to die.
Chen Ke crossed the street, the chatter of passersby in his ears, interrupted now and then by a few passing vehicles that broke up the sound of music playing from shop doors.
This world couldn’t be described as venerating martial prowess, nor as deeming one ‘useless if unable to cultivate’. However, under the influence of Spiritual Energy, a person without Spiritual Power truly was at a disadvantage.
Although the Administration Bureau and national powers would ensure your safety, those evil spirits were not like wild animals in the wilderness; if one appeared in your home, an ordinary person had no chance of escaping.
Not to mention, in the capitalist world, the United Federation even allowed large Spiritual Energy conglomerates to deliberately create Spiritual Energy explosion spaces by fencing off wastelands in residential areas.
The Spiritual Ability Administration and the power structures of the United Federation had achieved some kind of ideal state in a certain sense.
At least there weren’t constant showdowns between Ultraman and Godzilla on the streets, nor were there clashes between supervillains and superheroes with Spiritual abilitiesty in the urban milieu.
The Avengers Alliance and the Justice League still only appeared in comics, and superheroes remained mere symbols of entertainment.
The world hadn’t fallen into chaos with the emergence of Spiritual Energy. This was the power of the nation.
Under such circumstances, if it weren’t for the death clock ticking away like a ghost urging him on, Chen Ke wasn’t clear whether he would become dissident and pursue the path of Spiritual Energy out of a craving for power.
But such considerations weren’t important anymore. The die was cast, and the cup was full. The current situation was such that only the special souls of monsters could increase his lifespan, and to defeat these powerful beings, he needed stronger Spiritual Power.
These souls served not just this purpose; they opened Teleportation Gates to the Great Void, exchanged for unique Holy Relics… who knew what else they could do in the future.
Monster souls were his most vital resource, and his life was his currency.
Chen Ke had to use it well.
During these idle minutes of walking, Chen Ke reflected on the series of battles he had fought over the past two weeks or so.
He considered his combat methods, the outcomes, what he had gained, what he had lost, and areas in need of improvement—all needing careful contemplation.
The first thing to consider was the killing intent.
By unleashing accumulated killing intent, the Killing Intent Trigger could exert control; on extremely weak targets, it could even scare someone to death.
But it wasn’t omnipotent, for instance, against very powerful opponents whose combat strength far exceeded his own, the Killing Intent Trigger was ineffective.
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Additionally, its operational principle was not the continuous effect that Chen Ke had perceived, but a one-time action!
During battle, Chen Ke’s lifespan and killing intent accumulated continuously, essentially allowing an instant recovery.
Yet, the Killing Intent Trigger was not a machine gun; if releasing 50 points of killing intent in one burst didn’t work, trying again would yield the same outcome!
Pumping 50 points of killing intent non-stop into the same target through the instant recovery mechanism of lifespan and killing intent was essentially like casting an ineffective skill repeatedly on an immune object.
The situation he had hoped for, “control to death,” did not exist.
Only those that could be controlled could possibly be controlled to death; there was no use trying on those who couldn’t be controlled.
Of course, he also noticed that whether someone could be controlled by the Killing Intent Trigger depended not only on their strength but also on their mental state.
If a powerful opponent was put into a negative state such as a tough battle, serious injury, or confusion, the previously ineffective Killing Intent Trigger could potentially become effective.
Besides pouring killing intent into one person, it could also be distributed among a group; the more people there were, the more diluted the killing intent became, and the weaker the effect.
This Killing Intent skill seemed to require careful use, giving it a try upfront could be better if effective, and even if it wasn’t, it didn’t mean there was no chance later.
It was also very effective for crowd control against weaker opponents, potentially avoiding confrontations with them and saving Chen Ke time he didn’t wish to waste.
Next came his combat style; Chen Ke was well aware that his strengths lay in using guns and assassination.
But against monsters and some strong enemies, to say firearms were completely useless was not quite right, provided he had Spiritual Guns and a sufficient supply of attribute bullets.
That was exactly what he lacked, and due to the Administration Bureau’s existence, it was nearly impossible to obtain either. The only alternative available was the crude Flame Bullets made by civilians.
Holy Relics weapons were suitable for cold weapon combat, facing people and wild beast-type monsters were different scenarios. Furthermore, different enemies might possess various Transcendent abilities, and some Holy Relics could even boost abilities…
He scratched his head, realizing that in the short term, there was no way for Chen Ke to master the combat techniques required for numerous cold weapons, nor was it possible to know how to dodge an opponent’s Transcendent abilities without seeing them in action.
His greatest reliance was solely on his incredible ability to trial and error: the Life Countdown.
At the beginning, healing a fatal injury just required the consumption of 20 minutes, but now, it had changed to a proportional deduction, bringing another incredible passive advantage: resurrection on the spot…
Chen Ke’s lifespan was his currency; the strength of his abilities depended entirely on how much lifespan he invested, and any injury also consumed his life time…
He slapped his thigh; if the opponent was strong enough, he could entirely rely on the instant recovery mechanism and stand his ground in close combat!
Was it really that good, though…
Chen Ke scratched his head again; mechanically speaking, it seemed to make sense. With 20 hours of lifespan, encountering an enemy that added more than 1 hour of life per second, the recovery speed was indeed impressive.
Yet the strength of Transcendent abilities also consumed life.
If the consumption rate of life was faster than the rate of recovery, close combat stand was just unrealistic. This blood-wagering combat method had to be applied depending on the situation.
If Chen Ke’s attacks couldn’t kill the opponent, standing his ground to trade blows was pointless. If he was strong enough to overpower the opponent, there was also no need to trade blows.
Unless there was no retreat, a desperate moment to gamble with life. But that again, was another extreme situation.
Even though he could recover instantly, getting chopped still hurt quite a bit; Chen Ke wasn’t a masochist. Unless necessary, he didn’t enjoy being treated like a meat block. Moreover, he didn’t know whether he could still resurrect if his head was chopped off or he was sliced in half at the waist.
Such risks were better not taken, unless absolutely necessary.
