The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 146 - 137: Class Change Traits!_2

The passive Skill that distributed points... for Su Qi had become an absolutely crucial attribute. Its potential for growth could not be left blank, though Ascension would grant an ability increase, but who knew what the requirements for the next Level of Ascension were, or if ascending to the next sequence would grant additional traits?

No matter what he chose,

Spiritual Eyes were his top priority.

When Su Qi finished making his selection,

he felt a surge of new power within his pupils.

"There are a lot of things that seem worth trying."

Su Qi looked at the countdown until the side effects ended, then walked towards the Twisted space illusion.

"Boom!"

The man was sent flying, crashing into the stairs, his body covered in wounds, blood gushing out.

The scarred youth and Cheng Feng were both on the verge of death.

Xun Xiaohuan was gasping for air, his flying knives had already dropped quite a few, and his face was pale:

"Spiritual Power, Physical Strength... neither is enough."

They had just completed their Role upgrade, their Spiritual Power had only just reached around 100–200 points, far from sufficient. They opted to drag things out using Skills and Equipment for a while, but they had also reached their limit.

Sword White Clothes stood on the platform covered in blood; he was a priority target for the supervisor. The cold gleam of his sword blades had not yet dissipated.

He looked around, falling into silence.

The confrontation between the Mutants and the Maintainers had escalated, but it dragged on and on. They had no escape, nor could they rush to the exit, trapped amidst it all.

And the five of them were at a complete disadvantage!

The supervisor carried an axe; the back of the axe slammed to the ground with a thud, scattering broken stones around. It was also bleeding but seemed unconcerned, "What's the matter?... You all seem to have lost your fighting spirit?"

The group remained silent.

It touched its wound with a hand, digging out flesh and blood and licked it with a strange smile on its face:

"Should I say or not, you guys still have something... just having stepped onto the path of the sequence and you've managed to hurt me."

Silently, Sword White Clothes observed the wound on its body. They had managed to hurt it... but that was all they did. The only more serious wound was the result of their combined effort, a desperate final burst of attack.

But still, they could not defeat it.

No way.

The opponent's Strength was of sequence 8, and their current Spiritual Power didn't even meet the standards of sequence 9. From every aspect, they were far inferior to the opponent.

"You guys... back off a bit."

Sword White Clothes said with a subdued voice.

"What are you going to do?" Xun Xiaohuan felt a certain solemnity.

"Sword Seeker... embodies the sword, and what it's best at is a desperate gamble." The mark on Sword White Clothes' forehead was flickering; he was furiously pumping his remaining Spiritual Power into it.

The air around him began to convene and fluctuate, continuously producing Sword Qi, the platform under his feet and Sword White Clothes himself were torn open!

"Brother Jian, you're bleeding." Cheng Feng's eyes widened.

Sword White Clothes of course knew, but he did not stop.

As the leader of Sword Flower, with astonishing talent and a precious hidden Ancient Relic, he would never give up easily in any so-called desperate situation...

Of course,

Su Qi was an exception.

"The Weapon Type Series... so proficient just after stepping in?"

The supervisor squinted at his sword that seemed like it had been unsheathed, with cold light surging: "You truly are... among these five, the strongest potential."

"But..." it revealed a ferocious smile: "It's useless! Petty fights always give the weak the illusion that they can defeat the strong. Now... let me show you!"

"What's called... power!"

Sword White Clothes moved!

A ripple of air burst from where he stood, man and sword seemed as one, speeding forward, forming a visible stream of Sword Qi!

An unbearable screech of friction erupted from within!

Sword White Clothes suffered backlash, with Spiritual Energy surging wildly! His Vitality and Physical Strength plummeted rapidly!

But he did not hesitate or pause!

"Come on!"

The supervisor picked up his axe, eyed it coldly, smashed the platform beneath its feet, and charged forward.

Ridiculous final gambles.

With this axe Strike, it would sever his all-out attack!

And then! With fresh blood,

utterly end this feast!

"Die!"

The axe infused with astonishing Spiritual Energy collided with the Sword Qi!

It was a clash between two Traits, a contest of Spiritual Energy!

But as always, the weaker side loses!

"Boom!" With a sound,

the Sword Qi held only for a mere five seconds before it shattered!

Sword White Clothes turned pale as the surging Spiritual Energy backlashed, his Vitality plummeted to the bottom instantly!

He himself was sent flying out!

"Brother Jian!"

Cheng Feng's eyelids quivered. Although prepared, who the hell doesn't harbor a bit of hope, even a faint one, but now there was no hope left.

The five of them had no chance!

"This is it, we're completely done."

Even though death would return them to their personal login space, with increasing strength levels, the penalties for dying would become more severe! And the feeling of real touch was a very heavy matter in itself!

"Let's end it then."

The supervisor also swung his axe up, sneered coldly; prey without the will to fight was boring; it was time for slaughter!

These fellows' energy of despair would surely flow into the deep Ancient Mists.

It was all just a cycle after all!

No one!

Could escape!

And just as the supervisor moved to step forward, ready to end it all with fresh blood...

It raised its axe, but the step suddenly stopped because a set of footsteps was approaching from afar.

A young man was walking up the stairs.

Cheng Feng looked over, his expression stunned, his mouth opened, but he didn't know how to break the palpable, somber atmosphere.

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