Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 594 - 278 Wu Ming: Don’t Come Over! (4700 words)_2

"He... how did he keep up?"

"I-I didn't notice!"

"What the hell? Did I just see a ghost?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Just moments ago, all eyes had been fixed on Wu Ming. The speed and aura he had unleashed were simply too astonishing, making him the center of attention, as dazzling as the blazing sun. In the midst of it all, nobody had noticed what Wang Xiu was doing.

The young scholar was also in shock. When he had looked just a moment ago, Wang Xiu was still standing in his original spot. How did he get over there in the blink of an eye? How did he do it?

A distance of thousands of feet—if it were anywhere else, their abilities offered countless ways to cross it in an instant.

But on this heavenly ladder... each step was its own world of trials.

Anyone who dared to defy the rules of the ladder would be instantly obliterated.

Among those present, very few had seen how Wang Xiu kept up.

Zhao Qingyu was one of them. At this moment, her beautiful eyes shone with a strange light, her full chest heaving as she failed to conceal her utter shock.

Wang Xiu hadn't used any secret techniques. He simply strolled along as if walking through the air or admiring flowers in a forest, his hands clasped behind his back with a casual elegance. It seemed as if even a frail old man in his twilight years could walk faster.

But strangely, he just kept up. It was as if the terrifying pressure of this place had no effect on him at all.

The space around him flew backward at a rapid pace. It was like the legendary art of shrinking the earth to an inch—no... it was even more exaggerated than that.

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The movement technique Wang Xiu used was the Nine Heavens Mystic Step. The subtlety of this technique, a product of the System, was naturally a masterpiece.

But what truly allowed Wang Xiu to walk on this ladder as if it were level ground was his own profound foundation.

The pressure here could be broken down into two components: spiritual and physical. Both the mind and body were subjected to unimaginable pressure. If a Cultivator were to have their Primordial Spirit undergo Soul Travel, they would see a colossal dragon shadow suspended between heaven and earth, as vast as the universe itself, its presence suffocating.

However, Wang Xiu was protected by the Ming Emperor's Hell-Suppressing Scripture. Within his Spiritual Platform, the phantom of the Ming Emperor sat enthroned, impervious to all techniques. He also possessed the Divine Sense of Great Luo's Immortality. The power of his Divine Soul was absurdly strong, surpassing cultivators of the same realm by an unimaginable margin. The residual pressure from the Dragon Emperor on this Dragon Island was nothing to him.

The other component was the external pressure on the physical body. An ordinary Cultivator here would not only find movement difficult, as if a great mountain were pressing down on them, but even circulating the Mana in their body would become several times harder.

Yet all of Wang Xiu's Mana was the supremely pure Supreme Primordial Qi, which excelled at converting all the energies of heaven and earth for his own use.

As for his physical body, that was even less of a concern. Empowered by the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture, he was comparable to an ancient Fierce Beast. Not even a young Pureblood True Dragon could possibly be stronger.

With all these factors combined, Wang Xiu was like a fish in water, feeling almost no suppression at all.

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Watching Wang Xiu tailing him so closely, the smile on Wu Ming's face froze before it could even form.

Wang Xiu grinned. "Young Master, why have you stopped again? You're not spent already, are you?"

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed as he huffed, "How could that be? I was just warming up, using only thirty percent of my strength. Next, I'll show you what true despair looks like!"

[Ding!]

[Detected nearby bragging. Congratulations, Host, for gaining Mana +988!]

As his voice fell, Wu Ming formed a series of hand seals. A powerful and unparalleled aura erupted from within him. His golden hair seemed to dance and lengthen as an intense battle intent surged through his entire being.

"Rest, Life, Injury, Delusion, Scenery, Death, Fear, Open..."

"The Gate of Life, open!"

Eight ancient runes spun around him as the power within his body swelled to an unprecedented level. His entire aura transformed, becoming overwhelmingly domineering and peerlessly arrogant.

"Emperor Wu's Miraculous Door!"

"The hereditary ultimate technique of the Wu Clan! Rumor has it that opening each gate increases one's combat power by several tenths. If all eight gates are opened, one's strength can soar by dozens of times in a short period... I wonder if it's true!"

"They say the ancestor of the Wu Clan used this very art, with all eight gates open, to battle a Great Emperor-level expert for hundreds of rounds. Though he ultimately fell, it was a feat worthy of pride!"

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In the distance, the pupils of countless prodigies constricted as they felt the immense pressure. This was a supreme art, second only to the Imperial Scriptures. Even with their extraordinary backgrounds and deep family traditions, a technique of this caliber was almost impossible to access. Only the most core heirs were granted such a privilege.

「」

With the Gate of Life open, Wu Ming's aura surged. His speed, which had begun to slow, exploded once more as he shot toward the sky.

"Hahaha... You want to chase me? Go on, I dare you to try and chase me now!" Wu Ming laughed wildly, his arrogance boundless. His body radiated a dense golden light, like tangible golden flames, brilliant and dazzling.

However, the words had barely left his mouth when Wang Xiu's voice sounded right beside him. "Uh, Young Master Wu, I've caught up. I hope I haven't disappointed you?"

Wu Ming: "!!!"

He stiffly turned his head. Wang Xiu was staring at him with a pair of remarkably clear, harmless-looking eyes. Yet the sight made Wu Ming tremble, his pupils shrinking as the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.

He caught up again! And again! And again! How on earth did he do it?

Wang Xiu smiled. "Young Master Wu, you really don't have to keep stopping to wait for me. If you keep letting me win like this, it'll take all the fun out of it when I actually do, won't it?"

Wu Ming's mouth twitched, and he growled through clenched teeth, "Let you win my %￥#@@!"

"Fine, fine! So I underestimated you. But if you think that gives you the right to show off in front of me, you couldn't be more wrong~"