Chapter 609: Chapter 420: Strongest Shield, Worldly Blade, A Slim Chance of Victory
Southern War Zone, Cultivation Room.
With a single thought, Su Mu dissipated the Golden Essence Qi ravaging his wounds, and the flesh around the wound visibly healed. He paused in boosting the strength of his foodie companion.
There is a chasm between the sixth level and a Grandmaster, and even though crossing it is not difficult for Su Mu now.
Doing so would have more drawbacks than benefits. If one does not rely on their own strength to break through to Grandmaster, their future martial arts potential will be greatly exhausted.
"Sixth level peak, that’s about right."
Foodie had been able to wield Spiritual Power since birth and could also manipulate a certain amount of Ice and Fire Rule Power, almost mirroring Su Mu, because the first two Powers of Laws Su Mu mastered were water and fire.
Moreover, Su Mu had previously used his Essence Blood to transfuse and nourish foodie’s body, so accelerating his progress to such an extent now would hardly affect foodie, whose martial arts foundation was extremely solid.
Su Mu averted his gaze from foodie, his thoughts scattered. Except for being unable to reach the alien race’s Duobao Maiden Yuri, he had left behind his contingencies.
He originally thought the Overlord Blade Martial Saint would act soon, but in fact, he has not.
The Overlord Blade Martial Saint now hangs over Su Mu’s head like a Lance of Longinus.
Not knowing when it might suddenly fall and obliterate him, Su Mu, dealing with such life and fate beyond his control is deeply unsettling.
The Diamond Human Form in Su Mu’s Sea of Consciousness slowly opened its eyes, engaging in a mental brainstorm as he recalled all that had happened recently.
Upon recalling his deeds in killing Sima Jingshu, Su Mu suddenly guessed the Overlord Blade Martial Saint’s intent.
"Thus, there’s only one possibility..."
"Military Department Competition!"
"He wants to openly and publicly slay me during the Military Department competition!"
Su Mu’s eyes trembled slightly, Dao Yi’s Spiritual Illusion Realm could plunge everyone in the Desert Oasis into illusions at any time, making Sima Jingshu unaware of how she died even until death.
But what would be the point of doing so?!
If revenge were executed so quietly, it would be like wearing brocade in the night!
"If I hadn’t left Immortal Power and Essence Blood in Miaomiao, Miaomiao would have died by now, Xiaoyue, mom and dad, and their teacher would also be in trouble!"
Killing intent flashed in Su Mu’s eyes. As someone who seeks revenge, he naturally did not want that vile woman to die too easily, or it would be too much of a bargain for her.
Thus Su Mu chose to awaken Sima Jingshu at the last moment, letting her breathe a while, which certainly involved some risk.
But Su Mu did it anyway; he wanted Sima Jingshu to know it was he, Su Mu, who came, to see him seek revenge personally, then let her die in despair.
Only then could the hatred in Su Mu’s heart be resolved.
Putting himself in Overlord Blade Martial Saint’s shoes, Su Mu thought that if one sought revenge, their psychology would likely be similar.
At this moment, Sima Jingshu’s memory emerged in Su Mu’s mind, and he couldn’t help but sigh softly.
"After Sima Jingshu’s death, something I don’t know must have happened, but I indeed underestimated the feelings between those two..."
However, Su Mu did not regret it; if given another chance, he would do the same, having no regrets about killing Sima Xie and his son, even less so about killing Sima Jingshu.
After deciphering the Overlord Blade Martial Saint’s intent, Su Mu took a deep breath, and the once stifling Lance of Longinus above seemed less suffocating.
"Less than a month remains until the Military Department Competition... I still have time."
A deep confusion and alarm passed through Su Mu’s deep-set eyes as he recalled his close conversation with the Ye Family Ancestor, one of the Seven Martial Saints of Huaxia, at the Ye Clan Territory that day.
This was also Su Mu’s first close encounter with a current Martial Saint, but the experience was not good.
"I shouldn’t have sensed it wrong, but the matter with Ye Jian doesn’t make sense, why would the Ye Family act this way... and, in the end, why would they go to such lengths to make me help?"
"The Ye Family Ancestor doesn’t harbor ill will towards me... Ye Family First Ancestor, Junlin Pavilion... tracing back a millennium..."
Su Mu’s thoughts began to unravel, but he soon ceased pondering, for he didn’t have the time to waste on these questions now.
"Martial Saint Tower, Martial Saint, huh..."
A vision of the towering blue light pillar and the Ye Family Ancestor suppressing hundreds of Great Grandmasters with a single palm appeared in Su Mu’s mind, and as he recalled, multiple terrifying qi subtly spread.
The embryonic forms of three Saint Realm Marks—Spiritual Power, Flesh, and Qi and Blood—surfaced, gathering respectively at the brow, abdomen, and heart.
"Only the Martial Momentum and Origin Rule Marks remain."
A flash, and Su Mu held two books, one thick, one thin, one ancient, one new.
"In terms of Origin Rule, there’s ’Natural Secret Technique’ from Thunder God; understanding it will surely yield an embryonic form of an Origin Rule Mark. The insights into the Martial Power Domain from Huangfu Tian might also allow me to quickly form an embryonic Martial Momentum Mark... but the time is likely too short."
Su Mu had a premonition that if he could coalesce five embryonic Saint Realm Marks, he would gain unimaginable power, possibly opening the path to true Martial Saint in this fragmented world.
Yet, failing to gather all five marks, even if he condensed four, his power wouldn’t see a significant boost in the short term.
And what little time remained would likely only allow him to comprehend one of them, and even that in the best-case scenario.
Su Mu once again realized the little time he had left.
"No, presently I cannot waste more time on these two martial arts."
Taking decisive action, Su Mu made his decision and put away the two books.
"I need a shield, and a blade..."
Su Mu sought a Strongest Shield that could withstand an attack from a Martial Saint.
He also needed a Worldly Blade sharp enough to penetrate a Martial Saint’s body and break the Martial Saint Tower.
"To have both ready before the competition... only then will there be a sliver of a chance..."
Su Mu murmured to himself.
If such musings of his were to be spread, they would undoubtedly be met with scorn. After all, it’s the Martial Saint of this era and the world’s Strongest Weapon—the Martial Saint Tower, resembling a walking Divine Spirit; even a Titled Great Grandmaster is but an ant before a Martial Saint.
And now, a newly entered Grandmaster desires to confront them...
It’s utterly preposterous!
That day.
Having just returned to the Southern War Zone, Su Mu began seclusion to death.
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