I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 809: Chapter 809: Fear Is the Instinct of Living Beings, Fearlessness Is the Anthem of Humanity

The impromptu team was called a motley crew.

Wouldn’t a hastily assembled team with hidden motives not even count as a motley crew?

The team assembled to attack Yan Qiushui and the Dark Rising Organization was cheerful when formed, but when it came time to act, not one dared to lead the charge.

Fear is an innate biological instinct.

The team was up against Dark Rising Organization, filled with martial arts masters at Martial Arts Perfection level, entirely out of their league, making them reckless to attack without discretion.

Even a slight miscalculation could lead to death from a single punch; then, life would be at its end.

A bunch of nobodies jabbered on about tactics, some even playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would lead the charge, their timidity earning countless disdainful looks from the Dark Rising Association.

Yan Qiushui, observing this motley crew besieging the Dark Rising Organization, appeared filled with impatience.

“Watching them is annoying. Soon, they will become a problem for us. Does anyone here want to go out and meet them?”

As soon as Yan Qiushui spoke, two martial artists with power fluctuations far beyond the Martial Arts Perfection Realm stepped forward.

At a glance, the two shared a striking resemblance and with their contrasting black and white outfits, it was clear they were brothers.

“Chen Zhiyang, Chen Zhiyin, do you two brothers plan to give it a try?”

The Chen brothers cupped their hands respectfully and said:

Those guys outside have never experienced much in the way of big challenges. Now they’re showing such disrespect to you, our president, that we can’t stand it. And since they are a group that needs dealing with, let us brothers step in and give them a lesson.

The Chen brothers were formidable, skilled not only in dealing substantial damage but also capable of effective area attacks.

They were perfectly suited to deal with the motley crew besieging the Dark Rising Association.

“Fine, then let the two of you show those worthless fools what the strength of the Dark Rising Association truly looks like, and let those reckless fools understand what fear really is.”

Having received their orders, the Chen brothers activated their internal source power and power of law, swiftly flying towards the entrance of the Dark Rising Association.

The motley crew attacking the Dark Rising Organization was still jabbering about who should be the vanguard when suddenly a powerful source power fluctuation appeared overhead before they reached a conclusion.

As martial artists, they had extremely sensitive combat instincts, and the moment the unusual source power fluctuation manifested above their heads, they immediately used instant body-guarding skills or activated source power for protection.

“Heh, a bunch of worthless people dare to gather at the gates of my Dark Rising Association. What, you reckless fools planning to make a move?”

Hovering in the air isn’t considered a particularly remarkable ability.

Most slightly higher-level martial artists possess some form of flight skill.

Yet the presence of two fearsome figures emanating Martial Arts Perfection aura in black and white outfits silenced the chaotic motley crew right away, making the bravest among them, who were yelling the loudest and behaving the most arrogantly, step back several paces in fear.

“What, reluctant to talk? If you keep silent, then all of you go to hell!”

Fear is an innate biological instinct; fearlessness is human’s song of praise.

Unfortunately, this motley crew, when faced with formidable opponents, didn’t have the courage to spout nonsense.

After Chen Zhiyang finished speaking, he mobilized his source power, gathering it at his chest.

The fools surrounding the Dark Rising Association paid no attention to what Chen Zhiyang was planning; some even squinted their eyes, looking at him intently.

Chen Zhiyang slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms, seemingly ready to embrace the world.

This maneuver left the novice group besieging the Dark Rising Association stunned; unfamiliar with high-level combat abilities, they couldn’t discern that what Chen Zhiyang was doing was chanting a high-level skill, watching with keen interest instead.

“Ah, no wonder they say incompetence is the original sin. When facing an unbeatable master, instead of fleeing, they’re just standing there gawking. Isn’t that courting death?”

Lin Yi couldn’t help but sigh.

Sure enough, a second later, a blinding ball of light began to glow on Chen Zhiyang’s chest.

The radiant light, centering on Chen Zhiyang, spread to all the mid-to-high-level martial artists at the gate of the Dark Rising Association.

A silver-white light enveloped the motley crew in an instant.

Their retinas immediately lost their luster from the dazzling brilliance, turning their pupils from black to white in a flash, indicating that all martial artists surrounding the Dark Rising Association were now fully blind.

Taking advantage of their disorientation, Chen Zhiyin dove into the crowd.

He gathered his power of law and source power in his right hand, then shouted and slammed the ground with a palm strike.

Boom ~

As the low hum resonated, thick black liquid rippled outwards from Chen Zhiyin at the center, engulfing all the martial artists within a kilometer radius in less than three seconds.

“Spin it, for me!”

Chen Zhiyin’s right hand clawed, plunging his fingers into the black pool, twisting it vigorously, causing the kilometer-wide black pool to spin rapidly.

The viscous liquid below them led the blind martial artists to sense something amiss, hastily trying to fly upward to escape that odd sensation.

But achieving that was far from easy.

The black viscous liquid mercilessly absorbed the source power of these professionals as soon as it made contact with them.

Chen Zhiyin was indeed formidable, but on Bisite Star, his prowess wasn’t particularly overwhelming.

His [Dark Whirlpool] skill could absorb the source power of targets touched by the dark water, pulling them down into the dark water until they drowned.

This skill’s performance earned it the name of divine skill.

However, reaching this effectiveness came with limitations.

The target’s level, including the quality and comprehension of their laws, mustn’t exceed Chen Zhiyin’s; otherwise, the skill’s effectiveness would weaken as their power gap widened.

When facing opponents of equal strength, the effect was average.

But against a motley crew, it was a screen-clearing divine skill.

From the black swamp, ghostly hands emerged, pulling back the martial artists who used flight skills with depleted source power and dunking them one by one into the black pool.

And so, screams and struggling noises continued endlessly.

By the time the martial artists unaffected by the skill regained their sight, they’d already lost several thousand reasonably capable companions.

“Now, you have three seconds to decide: will you roll away quickly, or join them in death.”

Chen Zhiyang’s voice sounded, as arrows in the sky igniting with the sun’s blaze, poised to strike.

At Chen Zhiyang’s command, they would shoot together, delivering a deadly blow to the martial artists gathered at the gate of the Dark Rising Association.

Though they didn’t possess Lin Yi’s [Eye of All-Seeing] to assess skill damage, these mid-to-high-level martial artists could still sense that the arrows above could instantaneously take their lives.