Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 61 - 48: Your True Nature!

Chapter 61: Chapter 48: Your True Nature!

"With the force of countless respect and admiration as your plow, in the silent Land of Death, you have unearthed three abilities and are qualified to choose one from among them:"

"1. Chains Omen;"

"Instant Skill; you will see the power that puts you in a Dead Land three seconds in advance and instantly understand everything about it."

"2. Death Source;"

"Dead Souls’ talent; you will obtain a certain amount of Death Soul Power, which functions the same as Soul Power, approximately one-third of your original Soul Power."

"3. Silent Demon Mist;"

"Trait skill: With the aid of the Death World’s Magic Power, your soul instinct will transform into Silent Demon Mist. This mist, guided by your disposition as its vane, will manifest its characteristics and power in the Death Realm."

"Additional explanation:"

"No matter which option you choose, its initial level will be 0."

"Remember: Death has an absorptive attribute, and you can only enhance the power of Death Skills by sacrificing other skills."

"Each time your ability advances one level, its power becomes stronger (obvious, but worth mentioning)."

"Death has no end, and the abilities of death have no end either."

"Elevate your abilities with all your might!"

Wu Xiaode read quickly and couldn’t help clenching his fists.

This is it.

Skills unknown to all living beings.

Even the One-eyed Giant has no knowledge of them!

Most importantly, its power can be continuously enhanced without any limits!

Although it requires sacrificing many skills.

But that doesn’t faze me.

—Only by using such power to fight will there be a glimmer of hope for my fate!

But how should I choose?

His gaze landed on "Chains Omen."

This ability lets you see the kind of power that will kill you three seconds in advance.

In a normal fight, it’s indeed very useful.

But it’s different facing the One-eyed Giant—

Even if I know it’s going to release a Deep Red Beam, could I avoid it? Block it?

You can’t run, and you can’t beat it.

That won’t work.

Wu Xiaode shook his head and looked towards the second option, "Death Source."

Frankly, it’s quite useful, as it’s equivalent to having an increase of one-third more Soul Power.

But again, that’s the problem.

It’s useless against the One-eyed Giant!

The last option—

Unlike the first two, this one is a trait.

The key point is the ability to "manifest its characteristics and power in the Death Realm."

Beyond that, although I don’t understand what "guided by your disposition as its vane" means, judging by the logic that activated this wall, I can certainly know—

The One-eyed Giant does not know about this skill from the Death Realm.

I choose this one!

Wu Xiaode thought: "I choose the third option, Silent Demon Mist."

As soon as the words fell, the explanatory text for the other two abilities disappeared without a trace.

In the eye sockets of the skull, little white flowers bloomed slightly.

Rows of ice crystal letters swiftly emerged:

"You have acquired the ability: Silent Demon Mist (Passive)."

"Silent Demon Mist, level: 0."

"Trait attribute: Cannot be explored, cannot be dispersed."

"With the aid of the Death World’s Magic Power, this mist is very much in tune with your disposition and will assist you in combat."

...I don’t quite understand.

Wu Xiaode looked back and forth a few times, feeling somewhat perplexed.

But now there was no time to study it further.

The bone dragon was making an emergency landing!

The wild wind was howling by my ears, while the world seemed to fly backward swiftly.

Yet the actions of the bone dragon were silent and almost imperceptible.

It emitted a kind of "field" like Power around it, turning all movement into nothingness.

Even its body flickered, radiating distorted light and gradually covering its surroundings, rendering itself invisible.

Wu Xiaode was also enveloped in it.

Finally.

The bone dragon carved a long trajectory in the fields outside the city and came to rest in the endless rapeseed field.

Silent and soundless.

Wu Xiaode, standing on the dragon’s head and about to jump down, found his cellphone ringing again.

"What’s up?" he asked.

"Where are you?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"At the rapeseed field in the western outskirts of the Capital, someone better come deal with the bone dragon," Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay, don’t worry about it, it will hide itself. We’re sending people over to take over," another excited female voice said.

It sounded like the girl who claimed to be Zhao Junyu’s sister.

"Then I’ll head back first."

"Yes, come back."

The call ended.

Wu Xiaode jumped off the bone dragon, looking back.

—You couldn’t see there was a big fellow here at all.

This is good.

It won’t cause any more commotion.

Even the people around hadn’t noticed the disturbance here.

Wu Xiaode lightly tapped his foot, leaped onto the field ridge, and continued to walk along the country path. He wanted to get to the main road quickly to catch a ride back to the city.

"Why not fly?" Ya asked.

"I want to ponder over the new ability I’ve acquired," Wu Xiaode said.

As he walked, he contemplated silently.

The Silent Demon Mist changes existing skills by being guided by my disposition.

So.

What is my disposition?

No clue at all.

Wu Xiaode casually practiced a few boxing moves.

—There was no change whatsoever.

How exactly do you use this "Silent Demon Mist"?

As he was thinking, he heard a commotion from the side of the road ahead.

A group of youths were surrounding a kid with a backpack, throwing slaps.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?"

Wu Xiaode shouted.

Those young punks turned their heads and chuckled, "Another one, great, hand over your change."

Wu Xiaode paused, slowing his steps, and said, "I’m just afraid you wouldn’t dare to take it if I pulled it out."

"So arrogant! Come over here and squat on the ground!" one of the youths barked.

Wu Xiaode smiled and was about to step forward—

Clang!

Something fell from the hem of his pants and landed on the ground.

He looked down and saw an additional shot put on the ground.

Shot put...

Where did this shot put come from?

The Book of the Dead, floating in the air, quietly opened, revealing a line of ice crystal letters:

"Silent Demon Mist has already sheltered you, transforming into an indistinct fog, starting to take effect."

"Current level: lv0."

"At this level, the mist begins to enhance you."

"First enhancement, the mist materialized into a shot put."

Wu Xiaode looked around.

Indeed, there was a thin layer of gray mist.

This was the Silent Demon Mist.

It turns out that when it sees me ready to fight, Silent Demon Mist’s ability begins to activate.

It directly conjured a shot put for me.

Bastard!

Who needs a shot put to deal with these punks!

Wu Xiaode, not giving anything away, picked up the shot put and smiled, "Gentlemen, I am a shot putter, so it’s quite normal for a shot put to fall out from my pants, isn’t it?"

"Damn it, you little pest..." Several of the youths glared at him with murderous expressions, cursing.

Wu Xiaode had no intention of letting them off the hook and continued to walk forward.

Thud!

Another object fell from the bottom of his shirt onto the ground.

Wu Xiaode looked down.

Turns out it was a dark, hefty barbell that made an indentation in the ground when it hit.

The gang of youths shrank back at the sight.

Wu Xiaode also began to feel that something was off.

It was just a few ordinary people he was dealing with; why did it keep materializing things like this?

For now, he still had to explain it away, so as not to let the people opposite catch on that something was amiss.

"Don’t mind it, folks; I throw shot put, and I have to practice with a barbell every day. That’s reasonable, right?"

Wu Xiaode bent down, picked up the barbell, and patiently explained.

Who could have anticipated that as soon as he got up, a flash of cold light "swooshed" from his sleeve and stuck straight into the ground.

A machete.

Yes.

It was a machete about half the height of a person.

It fell from Wu Xiaode’s sleeve, lodging itself in the ground, looking incredibly sharp and pointed.

Heaven knows how it fell from his sleeve.

"Ah ha, well, I also do some part-time jobs, like performing magic tricks," said Wu Xiaode.

Clank!

A crisp sound rang out.

Everyone looked down to see a black object that had fallen from his pocket, hitting the machete and making a metallic clanging noise.

A gun.

A handgun.

"Are you insane?"

The young punks couldn’t take it anymore; they turned around and took off running, disappearing around the corner in a moment.

The kid with the backpack came running over, saluted him, and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Call me brother, I’m not even eighteen." Wu Xiaode glared and corrected him.

"Thank you, brother."

"Right, be careful from now on, don’t get tangled with that trash again."

"I know."

The kid seemed a bit afraid of him and ran off.

Wu Xiaode was left standing alone on the spot.

He looked at the shot put, the barbell in his hands, and then at the knife and gun on the ground, heaved a sigh.

"That’s not right, Silent Demon Mist is supposed to be a Death World skill."

"—So why did it drop a shot put?"

He looked towards the Book of the Dead.

Already ice crystal letters had appeared:

"Silent Demon Mist is indeed an extremely rare trait skill from the Death World, tailoring itself to the user’s nature."

"But it just made me look very awkward," Wu Xiaode said, spreading his hands.

Two more lines of ice crystal letters appeared:

"Please be sure to respect this skill."

"You should know that the trendiest skill in the Death World right now is the ’social suicide’ type."

Wu Xiaode’s forehead bulged with veins, and he shouted, "But why let the skill’s owner suffer social suicide?"

Another line of ice crystal letters:

"The objects manifested by the mist are not chosen at random, but stem from your nature, a projection of your own fighting style."

"But why would my instincts drop a shot put?" Wu Xiaode persistently questioned.

The Book of the Dead remained silent for a moment, then several lines of ice crystal letters emerged:

"It generates the shot put based on your disposition."

"When it comes to fighting, there’s only one word that can describe your disposition."

"What word?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

A bright red bold character appeared on the page:

"Dirty."

—Damn you!

Fuming, Wu Xiaode tossed the shot put and barbell to the ground and walked away.

I’m dirty?

This is a fight to the death, not a dinner party invitation, and you dare say I’m dirty!

Battle is about using any means necessary!

The shot put, the barbell, and the knife and gun immediately turned into mist and flew back onto his body.

The Book of the Dead saw him leave and quickly followed after him.

(Thanks to book friend Xi Xi Little Lord for the Alliance Hierarch’s reward. Boss, you’re generous. I’ll keep working hard to write a good book!)