Chapter 257 – What’s Your Move Called, [Finishing Skill]

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The countdown on the panel ticked down second by second.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, gathered his thoughts, and focused entirely on himself.

“Even the super killer move combo isn’t working, what else can I do to elevate my combat power to another level…”

[Demon] form was Lu Yuan’s current ultimate perfect battle state.

In this state, he was like a demon god, with extraordinary skills, lightning-fast thoughts… everything was at an amazing peak.

A brand-new, higher-level life form.

A hundred percent strength could manifest as a hundred and twenty or even a hundred and fifty percent battle power.

However…

It was still not enough!

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In a daze, Lu Yuan noticed that the surrounding scenery seemed to change.

He was changing too.

The perfect demon body faded away, and he became thin and small.

In front of him was not the gloomy, decayed sky of the secret realm, but a bright classroom filled with light.

An invigilator with metal-framed glasses, with the white shirt tucked into trousers, raised his wrist and reminded, “Attention, candidates, there are five minutes left to submit your papers!”

Seated in the examination room, wearing a neat and clean white school uniform.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, shining onto the test paper in front of him.

The last big question remained unanswered.

The draft paper was filled with incorrect derivation processes that had been crossed out.

His hand, gripping the pen, was starting to feel sore, with a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and nose tip.

But his eyes remained calm.

He had not given up.

Lu Yuan picked up the pen and gently scribbled on the draft paper, the pen tip scratching against the paper with a rustling sound.

Five minutes left.

He could still… try to work through it one last time.

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Lu Yuan sat quietly on a piece of ruins, the air distortion from the demon body seemed to have weakened.

Lu Yuan’s aura continued to weave inward, and his long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

He seemed to have fallen asleep.

Or perhaps he was simply deep in thought with his eyes closed.

The brief lull in the battle allowed Xie Jun and the other two spectators to slowly snap out of their stunned state.

So far, the various shocks and impacts this battle had brought them were likely to exceed the sum of the next hundred level S evil deity secret realms.

Although they didn’t know what kind of agreement Lu Yuan and the man who had hatched from the black colossal egg had reached exactly.

Why there was suddenly a ceasefire.

But Xie Jun and his companions were incredibly certain at this moment—this battle would undoubtedly be won by the man from the black colossal egg!

He was just too strong!

So strong that the three of them could hardly imagine what level of expert would be qualified to even slightly challenge him.

So strong that they had felt an almost overwhelming urge to kneel and worship him on several occasions.

He was nearly invincible!

“Let’s go!”

Xie Jun took a deep breath and quickly made a decision.

The other two had no objections.

The trio quickly turned around but dared not walk too quickly, fearing they might draw the attention of that terrifying man.

Even though his entire focus was currently on the equally monstrously powerful Lu Yuan.

But… who knows if the sovereign seated high on his throne might suddenly take an interest in an ant crawling beneath him?

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In the examination room, the white-uniformed boy was entirely detached, wielding his pen like a sword, creating a rustling sound.

In the ruins, Lu Yuan, eyes closed, had thousands or even tens of thousands of thoughts colliding in his mind each second.

“The power of the super killer move is still insufficient… even the combined damage from consecutive hits isn’t enough…”

“To break through his defense, I need to enhance the burst power of a single skill.”

“There are still two skill points left, perhaps I can upgrade the level 2 [super killer move — thousand crows salute the moon].”

“If it reaches level 3 and the power undergoes a qualitative change, there might be a chance to break the defense of the King of Ancient Brent.”

But this idea had only just arisen when Lu Yuan immediately dismissed it.

In the examination room, the white-uniformed boy lightly crossed out an idea he had just deduced on his draft paper.

“No, relying on a level 3 super killer move is too hopeful.”

“I need a more certain solution.”

“Maybe I can try to fuse three super killer moves into one…”

A new line of thought appeared.

And then more and more inspiration followed.

“It’s not just about super killer moves; killer moves, even ordinary skills… they can all be fused. The more skills I fuse, and the more perfectly they fuse, the better the effect will be… and the greater my chances of winning.”

In the exam room, the white-uniformed boy’s eyes glowed slightly.

A thin layer of sweat covered his fair and handsome face, shimmering faintly in the sunlight, as a look of joy spread across it.

He was certain this was the right approach to solving the problem.

He quickly put pen to paper and wrote down:

1 skill point disappeared, and level 2 [Undefeated Instinct] was upgraded to level 3 (max level).

Another skill point disappeared, upgrading level 1 [A Moment of Inspiration] to level 2.

Lu Yuan spared no expense.

2 skill points compared to “what it left him”… were truly insignificant.

With the upgrades complete,

His king-level battle consciousness quietly rose another notch. Now it was… Supreme Level? Beyond the skies?

The newly upgraded level 2 [A Moment of Inspiration] triggered fortuitously.

In an instant, if Lu Yuan’s previous thought speed was like electricity,

Now…

His thoughts flowed like light.

Several professional panels seemed to glow as well.

Countless skill information and insights were stripped away and converged on a single point in his mind.

Countless inspirations weaved together rapidly.

Gradually,

The outline of something began to take shape.

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Han Xun flew with a blade in hand.

The closer he got to the target, the slower his speed became, and the more serious his expression grew.

The virtual screen projected in his pupils confirmed an extremely powerful evil energy wave ahead.

But all the displayed data showed nothing but lines of  ?????

He knew very well what this meant.

Han Xun slowly tightened his grip on the handle of his icy blue long blade.

Reason told him that the most prudent course of action would be to turn around and retreat immediately.

But the pride of a Flying Bear General with four wings… propelled his body forward.

“At the very least, I should see what kind of being is emanating this evil energy wave.”

With that thought, he slowly flew ahead.

Until a silhouette finally came into view.

It was a figure calmly floating in mid-air, covered entirely in black crow feathers, clad in luxurious and exquisite armor, exuding the pride and nobility of an ancient sovereign.

He stood there, leisurely and elegant, occasionally straightening the ruffled feathers on his body.

He seemed to sense Han Xun’s approach.

And briefly glanced over with a faint look.

The instant Han Xun met that gaze…

His body trembled slightly, and his icy face showed a rare change of expression.

His right hand, gripping the icy blue long blade, hesitated multiple times, each time being stopped by an intense sense of crisis and the shadow of impending death.

His instincts told him-if he drew his blade, he would die.

There could be no other outcome.

Fortunately, that figure soon withdrew its gaze, seemingly unconcerned with him, still appearing relaxed and nonchalant.

Han Xun’s grip on the blade loosened slightly.

He heard himself exhale, like a man narrowly escaping death.

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The final few seconds of the countdown.

The bell signaling the end of the exam was imminent.

The white-uniformed boy in the exam room wrote faster and faster, his eyes growing brighter as he closed in on the final answer.

In the ruins, Lu Yuan, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, could feel his eyeballs moving rapidly under his eyelids.

The light in his mind, being woven into a form, grew more intense with each passing moment…

“Is it not done yet?”

The King of Ancient Brent, having finished straightening his last feather, looked down at Lu Yuan with a calm expression.

“Why not give up? I’m starting to feel…”

The handsome man in armor spoke casually, “Maybe you are not the person ‘it’ mentioned, nor the one I am waiting for.”

Lu Yuan sat quietly with his eyes closed, seemingly not hearing the man’s words.

The handsome man shook his head slightly.

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“Ding ding ding”

The bell marking the end of the exam rang out.

The white-uniformed boy in the exam room completed the final step of his solution, calmly put down his pen, and leaned back.

The countdown on the panel ended.

In the ruins, Lu Yuan opened his eyes and stood up.

An unusual wave of energy spread out as he rose.

The handsome man lifted his gaze indifferently.

Xie Jun and his two companions, who were trying to sneak away, inexplicably stopped in their tracks and turned around.

Han Xun, with sweat beading on his forehead, suddenly looked up.

At this moment, everyone in the Wailing Ruins, for reasons unknown, instinctually turned to look in the same direction.

Unconsciously, all eyes were on Lu Yuan.

And he was smiling.

In his white eyes, a touch of golden color quietly emerged.

Soon, this golden hue began to spread across his body.

The scarlet lines of blood vessels were each infused with that strange golden energy.

A perfect fusion of demon body, black and golden colors intertwined, creating an indescribable aura of mystery and nobility.

The instant this extraordinary, eye-catching, mysterious golden color appeared…

Lu Yuan vanished.

All the sounds in the world seemed to suddenly disappear.

Time came to a standstill at that moment.

Everyone’s thoughts slowed and stretched out…

And then.

They saw a beam of light.

A brilliant flash of golden light streaked across the sky.

This beam of golden light was like the first ray of morning sunlight hitting the earth.

And, at the same time, like the last glimmer of twilight.

It seemed to split the entire space, dividing it into two.

Everyone was in a daze.

As if they were completely lost in that fleeting, enchanting brilliance.

Lu Yuan’s figure reappeared.

Standing behind the handsome man, the King of Ancient Brent.

The countdown on the panel had reached zero, and he was now slowly retreating from his [demon] form.

Lu Yuan’s physique quickly shrank down, gradually returning to his normal, fair, and handsome appearance.

He wore a calm expression as his death energy wings unfurled behind him, keeping him aloft.

Then, he quietly looked at the King of Ancient Brent standing before him.

The King of Ancient Brent also looked at him.

His expression appeared somewhat stunned, and the usually prideful and indifferent look in his eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There, his exquisitely crafted black armor was inexplicably shattered from the middle.

Underneath, the flesh was exposed.

Broken Crow Feathers floated down, and as they were brushed aside, it revealed

A long, slender gash quietly etched across his chest.

Though the wound was rapidly healing.

Still…

He was indeed injured.

“What is that move called?”

The King of Ancient Brent, the handsome man, stared at his wound for a long time and finally couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Yuan glanced at the professional panel where the newly unlocked, brightly glowing skill was displayed.

In a rather casual tone, he replied calmly, “No Style.”

[Congratulations, you have comprehended an independent finishing skill—No Style!]

[Finishing Skill—No Style]!