sovbooks Chapter 433 - 106: A Choice of Three Powers of Authority: Blood Lock, Teleportation, or Permanent Bleeding
Chapter 433 - 106: A Choice of Three Powers of Authority: Blood Lock, Teleportation, or Permanent Bleeding
If an enemy was truly strong enough to push him to the brink of death and trigger the Blood Lock State of Endless Fury, their power would have to be terrifyingly overwhelming.
At that point, an extra five seconds of Blood Lock would be meaningless. It would only let him struggle for five more seconds—a completely futile effort. He might as well just give up and wait to die.
Then, there was the second Divine Power of Authority.
It was very powerful.
It could form a deadly combo with Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning, stacking up to a terrifying 20% Life Value loss per second on an enemy, making it a killer tool for punching above his weight class.
But both of these debuff-based Divine Gifts had a fatal flaw: if they came up against a Divine purification ability or a Divine dispel ability, which were also Powers of Authority, they would be instantly nullified.
Even without running into enemies that could counter them, the stacked percentage damage from both debuffs was already overkill. It would only make the enemy die a few seconds faster, which was just wasteful.
Therefore, it was better to pass on that option and choose a Divine Power of Authority with a better cost-to-benefit ratio.
Finally, there was the Divine Teleport.
It could be cast instantly, ignoring all interruption effects and without needing to be out of combat.
It was a must-have ability with immense strategic value.
Whether for crossing unknown, dangerous terrain, launching surprise attacks on powerful enemies, or evading deadly pursuits, this unrestricted mobility was far more crucial than simple survivability or damage output!
Since the other two options weren’t very cost-effective, taking the Teleport as his reward was the best choice.
He didn’t need to hesitate at all.
Then, as Qin Feng made his choice, the system notification box transformed into a brilliant, silver-blue stream of light and shot toward the space between his eyebrows like a living creature.
He instinctively closed his eyes, feeling a cool sensation on his forehead. A gentle yet deeply penetrating energy immediately spread down his spine and throughout his entire body. Everywhere it passed, his meridians felt as if they had been widened several times over, and even the depths of his soul rippled with faint spatial fluctuations.
Qin Feng snapped his eyes open, his pupils reflecting tiny specks of starlight. As he raised his hand, his fingertips inadvertently brushed through the Void, leaving behind several fleeting silver-blue trails.
They were traces of residual spatial energy.
He tried mentally activating the Gate of War Teleportation Skill he had previously mastered. There was no need for a complicated Spell, no need to inscribe a Teleportation Array Pattern, and no need to even gather Magic Power. At the mere thought, his body began to glow with a faint silver-blue halo. The air around him started twisting into a vortex, and a complex Teleportation Array composed of starlight faintly appeared beneath his feet.
"This is... a Teleportation Skill at the level of a Divine Power of Authority?"
Qin Feng murmured in awe, feeling the power within him now intimately connected to the Space Law. The sluggishness he used to feel when using Teleportation Skills was completely gone, replaced by a smoothness that felt like an extension of his own body.
With a mere thought, the halo instantly receded, and the spatial vortex dissipated. The entire process was as fast as lightning, leaving no trace of residual energy.
Qin Feng rubbed his fingertips, where the spatial energy had lingered, a hint of barely perceptible regret in his voice.
"What a pity."
’This Divine Teleport is definitely overpowered, with maxed-out mobility, but it still has its weaknesses.’
’For example, a Divine Gift like Spatial Lock could directly counter it, rendering it permanently useless.’
As he thought this, his own Riding and Cutting Talent came to mind, and a flicker of conviction flashed in his eyes.
’The Highest Authority Resurrection from the Emperor’s Guard and Summon Mount is still the truly unbeatable ability.’
’No Divine Gift can target it, and no counter exists. Even if the Emperor’s Guard and my Exclusive Mount are crushed to a pulp, as long as those two Talents remain, I can resurrect on the spot.’
’Compared to a teleport with weaknesses, that absolute guarantee of survival is my true ace in the hole.’
’I wonder if I can get a Highest Authority Resurrection for myself... ’
As his thoughts churned, Qin Feng’s gaze fell upon the thoroughly dead body of Zhao Gang. His shattered armor was reduced to charred black scraps, and his exposed flesh was a pitted mess, eaten away by a dark green poison. Black blood had flowed from the corpse onto the ground, congealing into foul-smelling dark scabs.
The hollow sensation of a torn soul washed over him like a cold wind. The corpse was stiff and cold, without the slightest trace of life. Only the SIZZLE of the poison corroding the flesh was piercingly loud in the silence.
A cold smile touched the corners of his lips. With a slight twitch of his fingers and without a moment’s hesitation, he raised his hand and activated Divine Gift. Resurrection Skill!
In an instant, a pale golden Holy Light erupted from his palm, fiercely enveloping Zhao Gang’s corpse like a torrent of molten gold.
Wherever the light touched, the dark green poison retreated frantically, like ice meeting fire, sizzling as it evaporated into wisps of black smoke.
Life Energy so dense it was almost tangible surged madly into the corpse’s wounds and orifices, forcefully tearing apart the shackles of death.
Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mangled flesh squirmed and knitted itself back together. The broken bones made soft CRACKLING sounds, and the sunken chest slowly began to rise and fall, showing signs of life once again.
As the system’s cold notification rang out in his mind, 20% of Qin Feng’s Maximum Life Value was instantly drained. His qi and blood roiled, and a flash of paleness crossed his face. But the immense Life Force only grew more incandescent, completely shrouding Zhao Gang’s body in a dazzling golden radiance.
The moment the light dissipated, the once cold and stiff Zhao Gang snapped his eyes open!
But his pupils contracted violently. Gone was his usual arrogance and Pride; all that remained was the terror of being crushed by absolute power. His eyes were covered in a spiderweb of bloodshot veins.
He twitched stiffly, forcing a hoarse roar from his throat. His mangled lips trembled, and his voice shook as he spoke.
"Resurrection!?"
"You want to completely destroy my soul in one go!?"
"No... You can’t!!!"
"You can’t kill me!"
"I am an Abyssal Apostle chosen by the God of the Abyss! You have no idea how terrifying the Abyssal Faction is! If you offend them, all of humanity will pay the price!"
Qin Feng didn’t even raise his eyelids. His tone was as cold as ice as he spat out two words:
"Too noisy."
The moment the words left his lips, his figure closed in like a phantom. His Legendary Level Close Combat Skills unfolded as smoothly as flowing water, his sword edge carrying a sharp, divine pressure. Every swing and chop whistled through the air.
Zhao Gang had just snapped out of his post-resurrection daze and didn’t even have a chance to raise his hands to block. He was beaten back, staggering repeatedly, completely powerless to fight back as the crisp sound of breaking bones mingled with his muffled grunts.
After a few strikes, Qin Feng condensed a pale green toxic energy within him and channeled it into Zhao Gang’s vital points. Ten stacks of Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning were instantly applied! A dark green toxic mist crazily eroded Zhao Gang’s body, and his Blood Volume plummeted like a waterfall, dropping to 1% in an instant.
Qin Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and condensed an unremarkable ball of Gray Lord Magic. There were no flashy special effects, only a pure blast of energy, which he lightly tapped against the space between Zhao Gang’s eyebrows.
PFFT!
Zhao Gang’s pupils instantly lost focus. His newly resurrected body fell down stiffly, all signs of life gone once more.
Seeing this, Qin Feng flicked his wrist, and the Beheading Sword, gleaming with a cold light, returned to its sheath. The blade let out a clear hum from within, as if echoing its master’s triumph.
He watched as Zhao Gang’s body, caught between the sword’s energy and the virulent poison, disintegrated into rustling ash. Not even a remnant of his soul could escape. A sharp, cold glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes, and his voice was filled with deep satisfaction.
’Excellent!’
’Two kills!’
’One last time! Then I can completely erase this guy and eliminate this problem for good!’
He raised a hand to his slightly heavy chest. Resurrecting Zhao Gang had consumed a good chunk of his Maximum Life Value, and the sluggish feeling from his roiling qi and blood hadn’t fully faded. The loss was certainly not insignificant.
’But... it was worth it!’
His train of thought shifted, and his gaze sharpened as he lightly tapped the hilt of his sword.
’This guy isn’t any ordinary Abyssal Apostle. He’s a ruthless character who can slaughter Lord Players at will in the Real World. Keeping him around is like leaving a ticking time bomb!’
Feeling the cold sensation from the blade, a chilling smile touched his lips.
’Trading this small loss to rid all of humanity of a major hidden threat! To completely eliminate this dangerous Abyssal menace! It’s a huge win!’