High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 534: Chapter 331: Number One

Li Wen’s figure hovered in midair.

His cold, Star Lord Level divine sense instantly froze the entire bustling canyon.

Sheng Moshi, who had just been roaring in triumph after reaching the top of the leaderboard, fell abruptly silent, as if a hand had clutched his throat.

”The ’God of Slaughter,’ Li Wen?” His voice was subconsciously a few notches lower, tinged with an almost imperceptible dryness.

The man’s condescending gaze was indifferent and calm, like he was looking down at a struggling ant.

Sheng Moshi had seen this kind of look before—in the eyes of truly untouchable, powerful figures.

At that moment, he finally understood the heavy weight behind the title ”God of Slaughter.”

All the rumors he had heard—clearing the eighth floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, defeating champion after champion from the imperial capital planets—no longer seemed like empty talk.

The invisible aura was so heavy that for a moment, he found it hard to breathe.

”Li... Li Wen!” Sheng Moshi suppressed the tremor in his heart and shouted, feigning fierceness to try and regain some of his bravado.

”You and I are currently ranked first and third in the world, with our scores far ahead of the others! If we fight to the death here and now, no matter who wins, the cost will be enormous. It will only let those vultures waiting in the wings swoop in and reap all the benefits!

Why don’t we call a temporary truce? After we’ve cleared out the other small fry and have enough points to securely advance, we can have a proper, honorable duel. How about it?”

His tone held a clear plea for peace, a complete departure from the ”invincible” posture he’d held just moments before.

However, he was met with only cold silence.

Li Wen’s expression didn’t shift in the slightest, as if he hadn’t heard the proposal at all.

The next second, Li Wen’s figure suddenly blurred!

”Time Gap!”

Space seemed to fold in on itself, and Li Wen’s figure instantly appeared less than three meters behind and to the side of Sheng Moshi.

The speed surpassed the perceptual limits of an ordinary Saint Realm expert.

A blade of light, condensed from the Power of Law of Time, carried a heart-stopping sense of sluggishness as it silently slashed toward Sheng Moshi’s neck.

The trajectory of the attack was cunning, as if it had anticipated every possible evasive maneuver Sheng Moshi could make.

’So fast!’ Sheng Moshi’s soul nearly fled his body. He acted almost purely on the instincts honed from countless life-and-death battles.

The dark gold scimitar in his hand swung up to block from an unbelievable angle.

CLANG—!

A piercing shriek of metal on metal exploded outward, and the violent shockwave of energy instantly pulverized the towering ancient trees for several miles around.

The immense force sent Sheng Moshi stumbling backward, the webbing of his thumb numb. The shock in his heart grew even stronger.

But at the same time, a strange feeling washed over him—the force... it didn’t seem as irresistible as he had imagined.

”Is that it?” Sheng Moshi stabilized himself, his eyes flickering with doubt before erupting in wild joy.

”Hahaha! So that’s how it is! You built your reputation by bluffing with that spooky aura and your bizarre Time Secret Skill!

Your actual strength is nothing special! Your Time Law may transcend all other Laws, but your power level is still far too low!”

Blazing battle intent and disdain reignited in his heart.

From that head-on clash just now, he felt he could completely withstand the attacks, and had even gained a slight advantage!

His bluff called, Li Wen’s brow furrowed slightly.

Within his Dantian, the silver Time Dao Seed pulsed with light as he pushed the Power of Law of Time to its absolute limit.

The light from his blade became like silver threads, weaving a net that cut, slowed, and accelerated his own movements, pushing his technique to the pinnacle of perfection.

However, just as Sheng Moshi had sensed, relying solely on the augmentation from his entry-level Time Law, he truly couldn’t suppress the number one genius from the Tyrone Empire on a purely energetic level.

Sheng Moshi’s dark gold scimitar was heavy and powerful, imbued with a tearing Power of Law from the Metal Element.

His broad, sweeping bladework actually began to faintly tear gaps in Li Wen’s silver net of light.

For a time, Sheng Moshi actually seized the initiative, his attacks pressing down on Li Wen like a raging tempest.

”Yes! Lord Sheng Moshi is mighty!”

”Kill him! What ’God of Slaughter’? He’s just all show and no substance!”

The viewing area for the Tyrone Empire erupted in an instant, the previous dead silence replaced by frenzied cheers.

Meanwhile, in the Lain Empire’s section, the cheers came to a screeching halt. Looks of tension and worry appeared on everyone’s faces.

”Li Wen... seems to be struggling a bit?”

”Well, Sheng Moshi is number one in points, after all. Of course he’s not going to be easy to deal with!”

Sheng Moshi fought with increasing ferocity, his momentum like a rainbow, one of his slashes even coming dangerously close to clipping Li Wen’s shoulder.

Li Wen’s eyes narrowed. He knew he could no longer hold back.

’It seems that relying on the Time Law alone really isn’t enough,’ he thought to himself.

The next moment, deep within his sea of consciousness, the Primordial Divine Ring floating behind his ten-thousand-zhang Primordial Spirit Dharma Idol suddenly flared to life.

Vast and pure Wish Power, like a golden torrent, surged into his Dantian.

His silver Primordial Power was instantly tinged with a faint golden radiance.

Li Wen’s Dantian seemed to transform into a miniature furnace. As the Primordial Power and Wish Power began to merge, it erupted with an energy fluctuation far exceeding anything before.

His speed abruptly skyrocketed, and his strength surged explosively.

HUMMM!

The Shadow Saber let out an excited hum. The light from the blade was no longer made of simple silver threads, but now carried a hazy golden edge.

He slashed out. His speed increased by nearly thirty percent, and the force behind the blow was as heavy as a mountain.

”What?!” The wild smile on Sheng Moshi’s face instantly froze.

The dark gold scimitar he used to block trembled violently as an irresistible, immense force slammed into it.

The impact left his arm aching and numb, his chest tight.

He was sent flying backward as if struck by a massive blow, crashing violently through several giant trees before finally coming to a stop. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

”Impossible!” Sheng Moshi’s eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

The flame of hope that had just been kindled was utterly extinguished by this sudden strike, leaving behind only bone-chilling, icy despair.