Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 859 - 385: The Ascension Path Has Always Been Tragic, 500 Skill Level per Second! (2)

Chapter 859: Chapter 385: The Ascension Path Has Always Been Tragic, 500 Skill Level per Second! (2)

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As expected, the next moment, the splattering flesh began to twist and transform into several small Simu Changshengs.

They looked at Su Tu with surprise, and in unison said, "It’s exactly this feeling, inexplicable and immensely powerful."

"Hahaha! Elder Chang’s style has truly been passed down!"

"Great! Really great!!"

Each of the small Simu Changshengs laughed continuously, then they began to gather together, reverting to their previous form.

On the side, Wan Youtian and Xing Mutian couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile.

"Good boy, not bad. I keep my word, I’ll take you to the back mountain now, but you should be mentally prepared; the back mountain was the place where our teacher once honed us, and training there will be tough."

Changsheng Tian spoke.

Upon hearing this, Su Tu’s eyes brightened. The place where the Martial God honed for ten days must be a great opportunity indeed!!

With such an opportunity ahead, how could Su Tu possibly let it go?

"Don’t worry, Elder, I’m mentally prepared," Su Tu said.

Simu Changsheng nodded upon hearing this, casually pulling out a strand of hair from his head, giving it a wave, turning it into a small Simu Changsheng.

The small Simu Changsheng waved at Su Tu, "Come on, we’ll take you there; I’m really impressed by the main body, constantly making us do these menial tasks!"

Upon hearing this, Simu Changsheng simply kicked his clone’s butt, "Damn! The main body is remarkable, hurry up, go!"

The small Simu Changsheng, having been kicked, suddenly leaped up in anger, glaring wide-eyed.

"Damn! Elder, try kicking me again, see if you believe it; I’ll take the brothers from your head and leave home, making you a bald monk!"

Upon hearing this, Changsheng Tian instantly covered his head, seemingly afraid his hair would all fly away.

Seeing this scene, the small Simu Changsheng was satisfied, jumping onto Su Tu’s shoulder, "Let’s go, kid, big bro will take you to the back mountain for fun!"

Watching all this before him, Su Tu couldn’t help but feel it was a mix of tears and laughter.

This elder Changsheng Tian, not only does he have quite a personality himself, even the clones falling off him are so abstract.

"Then it’s trouble for the Elder."

Su Tu politely said to the small Simu Changsheng, who nodded indulgently, seemingly quite pleased with Su Tu’s comment of calling him Elder.

Later, after bidding farewell to the three elders, Su Tu followed the small Simu Changsheng and left.

Soon after Su Tu left.

The three of them sat simultaneously under the statue.

"Brother Chang actually found a successor, this really is..." Wan Youtian’s expression was extremely peculiar.

Xing Mutian and Changsheng Tian also exchanged glances, eyes filled with novelty.

No one expected that even a punch and a kick could develop into a technique, nor did they expect it could be passed down; honestly, Chang Zhai’s existence questions the value of techniques and Divine Techniques.

Simple punches and kicks shattered all flowery polish, in ten days everyone was dominated by Chang Zhai’s fists and kicks.

No matter how mysterious the technique, how bizarre the Divine Technique, how complex the method, in front of Chang Zhai it was all decoration, one punch smashed all, forcefully breaking apart.

Back then, countless powerful beings were dismantled by Chang Zhai.

"This time the True King Competition, I’m afraid those geniuses will again remember the fear of being dominated by simple kicks and punches." Changsheng Tian said excitedly.

He seemed to look forward to seeing others suffer.

Yet the casual topic was abruptly ended as Xing Mutian spoke again.

"Brother Chang failed, this proves that the path of integrating with the Dao is unachievable, Brother Chang was the existence who walked to the end of the Invincible Path; he almost completely mastered this path, yet after integrating, he could not leave the Dao.

Trapped in the Dao, this Path to Divinity failed, plan 006 has officially failed."

With Xing Mutian’s words, the scene suddenly fell into prolonged silence.

"Plan 003 proceeds normally. Zhuge’s Heavenly Mechanism has reached tier three; the subsequent stages are still unclear."

Wan Youtian spoke faintly.

"He is now unable to extricate himself, trapped in the Celestial Secret; he’s slightly better than Brother Chang in leaving countless setups and strategies still effective.

Now he only has two paths: if successful, he will integrate with the Heavenly Mechanism, ascend to divinity and return to the present world, protecting the Human Race."

"If he fails, then like Brother Chang, eternally trapped within the Celestial Secret."

Xing Mutian continued, "Plan 007, abandoning humanity, capturing divinity for ascension proceeds normally, the path forward is unclear for now."

Changsheng Tian then took out a bottle of wine, took a sip, saying, "Plan 008, reincarnation for ascension, proceeds normally, this plan is unique, even if successful there’s no replicable value."

"Plan 004, ascension with a collective thought, proceeds normally, this plan holds certain universality," Wan Youtian said seriously.

"Ten-day Ascension Path has already broken two paths, 006 and 002 are officially confirmed failures."

"The time until the return of gods is not much left, if we cannot succeed..." Xing Mutian’s eyes held a hint of indescribable coldness.

"If we cannot succeed, I will completely liberate 001, indiscriminate devouring, obliterating all, cleansing all Star River, no Star River allowing Human Race to exist deserves to exist!!"

An odd sound suddenly appeared.

That sound, initially godly and majestic, carried an inexplicable brilliance, but upon careful discernment, was filled with icy hoarseness, boundless mysteriousness.

Buzz~

A pitch-black light point accompanied the sound, appearing behind the three, seemingly like a miniature sun, akin to a lump of black tumor.