As for whether Sect Leader Luo Hao’s luck was better than his? They were both mortals who had slain a Heretic God — lucky individuals among hundreds of millions. Who was to say whose luck was weaker?
He would never admit it!
Martial Arts King: “Just as you would stop at nothing to plunder Sacred Relics and shrine maidens, to slay Heretic Gods and seize their Authorities in pursuit of greater power — I too will strive to become stronger.”
Martial Arts King: “To you, those Authorities are abilities already deep in your bones. You would never recycle them.”
Martial Arts King: “But to me, they are merely appendages to my martial path. If their existence can help me break through my limits and forge a new path for the God-Slayer system, then I will not hesitate.”
Whether it was the Five Hells Holy Cult’s years of accumulated wealth or the Authorities she currently possessed, she could cast them all aside.
[Great Strength Vajra Divine Art]
[Dragon’s Roar and Tiger’s Howl Grand Technique]
[A Single Dream of Millet]
[…]
These Authorities could become sacrifices to her martial path at any moment.
The Oldest God-Slayer: “You actually recycled the Authorities you currently possess?”
The Oldest God-Slayer: “You madwoman.”
The Oldest God-Slayer: “Have you never considered the possibility of failure?”
Marquis Voban could see her meaning from Luo Hao’s words, and that was precisely why he was so shocked. Had this woman never considered failure?
Enhancement doesn’t change the probability of success just because you attempt it more times. The possibility of spending all your points and still failing is very real.
If she lost all her Authorities, even Sect Leader Luo Hao wouldn’t necessarily be that strong.
Even if her terrifying martial arts could defeat other God-Slayers, she wouldn’t be Voban’s match.
Martial Arts King: “I will not fail.”
With such absolute certainty, Luo Hao’s pride was instantly on full display.
The Oldest God-Slayer: “How many points did you spend?”
Marquis Voban stared fixedly at the screen in the void. In terms of ruthlessness, he was no match for Luo Hao. She could discard her Authorities without considering the possibility of failure — he couldn’t.
He still needed this power for now. It wouldn’t be long before the plot began, and there was no need for him to gamble on the chance of success.
If he failed, it would interfere with his plans — that wouldn’t do.
Martial Arts King: “Ten million? Twenty million?”
Martial Arts King: “Who knows.”
Every Authority of a God-Slayer was priceless. The Five Hells Holy Cult’s years of accumulation was only worth 750,000 points, while a single [A Single Dream of Millet] was worth thirty million points. She had merely discarded an Authority she didn’t use — to her, the trade was well worth it.
[God-Slayer Rank (Plus One)]
[On the foundation of a God-Slayer, a possibility for further advancement has been broken through. The idealist nature of the God-Slayer world will no longer affect the host, preserving the original idealist foundation while advancing one step further.]
Yes — according to the chat group’s detection, the God-Slayer world was an idealist world.
God-Slayers were also idealist; there was simply no such thing as an upper limit.
Su Yunqing and Bai Xuan had never read the God-Slayer manga — they’d only watched one season of the anime. Their understanding of God-Slayers was far from comprehensive.
They believed God-Slayers had an upper limit simply because of the power displayed in the anime, and because a newly minted God-Slayer like Kusanagi Godou could defeat Marquis Voban.
There was also some information from who-knows-where that led them to believe God-Slayers had a ceiling.
In fact, that wasn’t the case. God-Slayers were idealist — they had neither upper nor lower limits.
To be precise, any God-Slayer could potentially defeat a God-Slayer stronger than themselves.
Even the later Rama, who was several times stronger than Kusanagi Godou, was still defeated by him — any God-Slayer could potentially beat Rama.
God-Slayers were like they came with a built-in buff: “I’m absolutely not stronger than you, but I definitely won’t be much weaker either” — they could go fifty-fifty with anyone.
The reason Luo Hao and Voban didn’t deny the existence of an upper limit was because, to them, this buff was the upper limit.
Why should I lose to you when my martial arts are superior and I have more Authorities?
Because the gap between us is too small!
This was the restriction the God-Slayer system placed on them, and their goal was to break through it.
In the God-Slayer world, there was no such thing as strong or weak between Heretic Gods and God-Slayers. They struggled to grow because they already stood at the peak — their baseline combat power wouldn’t become stronger, and the only way to unleash greater power was through idealism.
But once you left the God-Slayer world, that so-called idealism no longer existed.
The power you could wield was only the power you inherently possessed.
Now that Luo Hao had broken through the God-Slayer system’s limits, no matter whether her opponent was Rama or the protagonist Kusanagi Godou, no amount of idealism could defeat her — because her rank now superseded both God-Slayers and Heretic Gods.
Since she existed in an idealist manner, no matter how terrifying the power her opponent unleashed, Luo Hao would display even more terrifying power in response.
And the rank enhancement allowed her to attain through materialist cultivation the power she could display under idealism.
In other words, from now on, she could reach the limit of what this world could achieve through cultivation — a limit that even idealism could not surpass.
This was what she had always sought.
The Oldest God-Slayer: “I understand.”
Marquis Voban spoke after a moment of silence.
Luo Hao, whom he regarded as a rival, had already broken through the God-Slayer limits. He needed to hurry as well.
“This world… hm.”
A world where even strong and weak couldn’t be accurately distinguished — Marquis Voban’s eyes were filled with coldness.
In his eyes, a gap was a gap. Why should someone become stronger — indefinably stronger — just because their emotions erupted and some so-called memories surfaced in their mind?
He didn’t know whether others liked a world like this, but he didn’t.
He could accept an opponent using all sorts of methods — poison, divine proxies, contests of wit… all kinds of ways to overcome the strong with the weak — he could accept them all.
But emotional outbursts?
What the hell was that?!
Lin Fengjiao: “Although I don’t know what you guys are talking about, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but it feels like something terrifying is about to happen in my world.”
Lin Fengjiao: “Some kind of vague consciousness keeps reminding me.”
Lin Fengjiao: “Like something terrible that threatens the entire world is about to happen.”
Zombie World.
Lin Fengjiao looked at the stream of messages in the chat group. If it were before, he would have scrolled up and read through them one by one with great interest — but now he wasn’t in the mood.
That tightness in his chest, as if something terrifying was about to descend, made him unable to help but feel tense — enough that he spoke up in the chat group.
He looked around with a grave expression, swiping two fingers across his brow. Under his spirit-sight, all demons and monsters had nowhere to hide.
But there was nothing.
It was as if it had all been his imagination.
