I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 193: Chapter 139: Form Three, Broken Moon Long Saber, Sad Celestial Rain

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Zheng Xiu froze.

’Why, of all things, did I have to roll [Medical Principles] at this critical moment?’

A challenge was called a challenge for a reason—it was supposed to have some Difficulty.

Not every "massive boost" turned out the way you wanted.

’This is trouble.’

Zheng Xiu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

But when the [Surprise Cage] was rolled, Form Three began to manifest.

With a flick of his wrist, a long, bloody bone pierced through Zheng Xiu’s palm.

The protruding bone writhed, stretched, and flattened as if it were flesh and blood.

The extending bone formed a long blade, a guard, and a hilt.

From the guard, an inky color seeped toward the blade, dyeing the straight sword a jet-black, gleaming color—the color of an Omen.

The blade was entirely black, exactly twenty-two and a half inches long and one inch wide, resembling a Tang Saber.

As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. After repeatedly activating [Surprise Cage] and creating ultimate moves, Zheng Xiu’s Fitting had increased. Then one day, a sudden inspiration struck, a feeling in his heart, and he finally created his own "Form Three."

What now appeared in his palm was inspired by the long saber of a nameless Night Guard he’d seen during the last wave of sacrificial attackers. A spark of insight, a fortunate rise in his Fitting, and a twist of fate had led to the birth of Form Three.

"Form Three, Broken Moon!"

One glance was enough to tell that the jet-black Broken Moon was extraordinary.

As [Medical Principles] took effect, a celebratory green light, brimming with vibrant life, coated the black Broken Moon.

Of all his Traits, the one Zheng Xiu hated seeing the most was "Medical Principles." It was just too difficult to use in an attack.

But it was his own ultimate move, and a Mighty Man had to use it, even if he had to grit his teeth and hold back tears.

The Mighty Man held the black long saber, its green light shimmering. In the darkness, it illuminated his handsome face, lending him an eerie and sinister air.

"Excellent timing!"

Once the hunter who should have been hidden in the shadows was found by his prey, there was no longer any point in fleeing.

Facing the Mighty Painter who was charging at him with a saber, Kui Lang showed no alarm. Instead, a smile spread across his face. He leaped high into the air, let out a loud laugh, and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the black of Kui Lang’s irises had bled into the whites. In the blink of an eye, both his eyes had turned completely black, with not a trace of white to be seen.

’What is this? Another Mystic?’

The man’s bizarre state put Zheng Xiu on guard. Under his Spiritual Vision, he was shocked to see an ancient doorway crack open behind Kui Lang—a doorway seething with black gas and full of Omen. The instant the door opened and closed, a viscous, pitch-black aura leaked out.

’Filthy Qi?’

The grayish-black aura felt incredibly familiar, almost nostalgic. It was the Filthy Qi from the Darkness.

The Filthy Qi slithered like nimble tentacles, crawling along Kui Lang’s shoulders and down to his hands. The writhing black gas enveloped them like a pair of black gloves.

It all happened in the blink of an eye—the door opening and closing, the Filthy Qi leaking out, the gloves forming. If the Mighty Man hadn’t still had his "Spiritual Vision" active, he never would have caught it.

Kui Lang’s eyes were as black as ink, his features twisted in agony.

TWANG!

He violently plucked his bowstring in mid-air.

Within the Ghost Wail Forest, twelve slender black shadows shot out from twelve different locations.

"Twelve Linked!"

The twelve black shadows were the twelve arrows he had fired!

As Kui Lang plucked the bowstring faster and faster, the twanging grew increasingly shrill.

The twelve long arrows seemed to come alive, colliding with each other in mid-air and creating brilliant sparks.

The long arrows transformed into twelve sharp blades, streaking through the air at speeds the naked eye couldn’t follow, enveloping the part of the forest where the two men stood.

Wherever the arrows passed, they left a faint trail that lingered in the air. Zheng Xiu looked around in astonishment.

The area had become a prison cell, like a cage woven from barbed wire.

Kui Lang spoke slowly, "You can’t escape. This place has become my hunting ground! It has become your prison, and it will be your... final resting place!"

He didn’t say something cliché like, "Hand over the painting and I’ll spare your life."

Even if Kui Lang had said it, he wouldn’t have believed it himself, and the Mighty Man wouldn’t have believed it either. It would have been pointless.

Hearing this, the Mighty Man’s expression froze.

’Prison?’

’Prison??’

’A prison cell???’

[You have entered a prison by mistake, successfully triggering the Prisoner’s Derivation Ability ’Unbreakable (Entry)’!]

A line of text floated up in his vision.

Zheng Xiu had just been wondering if this was a possibility.

Kui Lang had used his Archery and Miracle Technique to create a "space" that resembled a prison cell.

’What a coincidence.’

Zheng Xiu’s expression was strange as he fought to hold back a laugh.

SWISH!

A black light flashed past. Zheng Xiu’s [Intuition] triggered, and he slashed out with his long saber.

CLANG!

The high-speed arrow didn’t stop just because the Mighty Man swung his saber. The impact only barely altered its trajectory.

Kui Lang continued to pluck his bowstring, but Zheng Xiu had already gotten the "prison" designation and successfully activated his [Unbreakable] Ability. Right now, he was equivalent to his Main Body back in its cell—tough as nails, Indestructible. Still, Zheng Xiu didn’t let his guard down, nor was he willing to rashly expose the fact that his defense was off the charts. Parrying the flying arrows with his saber, he pressed forward.

A sky full of endless saber shadows descended.

Zheng Xiu used one of the area-of-effect moves from the Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes.

This move wasn’t meant to kill the enemy. In fact, a technique equipped with the [Medical Principles] Trait couldn’t kill anyone. He just wanted to get this move out of the way so he could prepare the next one.

What Zheng Xiu hadn’t expected was that as he unleashed his sky-filling slash, the light of his saber transformed in mid-air into a dense shower of green fluorescence that rained down like droplets.

A look of astonishment on his face, Kui Lang was bathed in the green, healing rain.