Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 789 - 789: In terms of setting up the younger generation, you guys are the best_1

"Well, aren't you a brave bunch?" Wang Linchi was a little taken aback.He watched as the Human Martial Gods first took down the Boulder King, then launched a direct attack on the other five, conveniently taking out the Wind Thunder King in the process. What surprised him most was how smoothly it all went. Without the Boulder King acting as a hidden reserve of power, the Wind Thunder King's strength dropped to the level of a regular Alien King; even with the power-ups from other Alien Race members, they were not that much stronger than the Martial Gods. So, under the concentrated attack, he didn't even have a chance to escape.

Wang Linchi hadn't expected the Human Martial Gods to be so decisive, announcing their plans and then killing without hesitation. Weren't they supposed to be wary of him? But nothing of the sort happened—the slaughter was rampant and chaotic.

Now, the Alien Race was on the verge of collapse. Then, when organized groups of Human Clan Martial Artists penetrated into the cave, the Alien Race lost any ability to resist.

Wang Linchi's plan was ruined.

"In the end, it was just a thought. Even if I had executed it myself, I might still have been screwed over by the information gap," Wang Linchi shook his head, surprisingly undisheartened. The opponents were very decisive. Since all he had here was something akin to a remote-controlled toy, naturally lacking the power of his true self, an ambush by them was to be expected.

"But they sure have guts," Wang Linchi commented rather thoughtfully. If he were a Martial God and had obtained the Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill, he would never want to make it public. He had his own selfish motives and couldn't bear to share such resources. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn't have become a Martial God without a lot of Luck. He knew his own limitations well.

Is it time for me to take the stage? Wang Linchi pondered. All of his initial plans had failed. The extermination of the Alien Race was merely a matter of time. The Human Clan hadn't fragmented as he had hoped. In retrospect, had he not taken all the VIPs away, he could have used them to cause further conflict. However, he had no regrets. The importance of these VIPs far outweighed the goal of weakening the Human Clan. In his hands, these resources could be useful in any situation, but they absolutely could not fall into the hands of the Human Clan. Besides, there would be plenty of opportunities to weaken the Human Clan later, so there was no need to worry too much. For example, if he took the stage personally and defeated the remaining Martial Gods, it would certainly deal a tremendous blow to the Human Clan. As for supporting the Alien Race, forget it; you can't prop up a collapsing wall. He had even handed the Wind Thunder King a significant advantage, only to see it utilized so poorly. The Wind Thunder King had a chance to overturn the situation, yet he chose to use it to drive a wedge between the Human Martial Gods. The strategy wasn't wrong; even Wang Linchi would have found it hard to resist such temptation. However, the Human Martial Gods resisted and, taking advantage of the situation, silenced the discordant voices within their ranks, killing the Wind Thunder King on the spot. Neither the Wind Thunder King nor Wang Linchi saw this coming. He was quite pleased with this turn of events. This was the mark of true talent. Once he had defeated them, he could resurrect them from history, convert them into his own Family, and harness their power. He would certainly benefit from absorbing these abilities. Still, he wouldn't quite dare to use them unless they had died once.

If Wang Linchi stepped in now, it would be to deliver a crushing blow to the currently triumphant Martial Gods, reminding them that there's always someone stronger, a heaven beyond their heaven.

"What's wrong? You seem troubled," Zhuang Jing asked, puzzled, upon seeing Kong Huai's furrowed brows.

But Kong Huai only shook his head. "It's too smooth, all too smooth."

"What's wrong with things going smoothly? Is it only normal for there to be hitches and complications?" After hearing Kong Huai's words, Zhuang Jing laughed and advised, "Perhaps things really aren't as complex as we imagine them to be."

It turned out, Zhuang Jing was right. Things were indeed not as complicated as they thought; they were just adding unnecessary complexity. Those in high positions often overcomplicate simple matters.

"I wish you were right," sighed Kong Huai. "But it really doesn't seem like it."

"The Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill is amazing, isn't it? If you say that traitor had no plot, why would he give this miraculous Cultivation Technique to the Alien Race's Wind Thunder King?"

"I just can't figure out what he really wants to do."

Kong Huai felt that Wang Linchi's scheming was the biggest challenge he had ever encountered, and he still hadn't found any clues.

"Don't bother thinking about what you can't understand. Maybe it will solve itself by tomorrow."

"The Alien Race is now in a poor state, and we can exterminate them within a month at most. Any conspiracy is as elusive as a mirage," Zhuang Jing seemed quite indifferent about it.

No matter how well they schemed, they needed to be able to implement it, and without the Alien Race, Wang Linchi wouldn't have a foundation. As for scheming within the Human Clan, they had always been on guard. While the cohesion within the Human Clan wasn't as strong as an iron plate, they were still generally in control.

"Alright, you're certainly right," Kong Huai agreed with Zhuang Jing's point of view.

"Now that we humans have taken control of this cave, you and I can finally devote ourselves to Cultivation towards a Realm above Martial God."

When he said this, Kong Huai changed the topic. "How's your Cultivation of the Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill going?"

"It's not as incredible as the Wind Thunder King claimed. The Qi and blood power gained from Bloodline Resonance is only a millionth of what he possessed," Zhuang Jing looked quite upset as he spoke.

"What? You've already begun?" Kong Huai was surprised. He had thought Zhuang Jing hadn't started yet, but it turned out he had already been cultivating.

Kong Huai's surprise made Zhuang Jing feel irritated, but he could only nod reluctantly. "I've achieved Small Success, but the effects are nowhere near as incredible as the Wind Thunder King claimed."

"For us, it's not even a minor boon; it's simply useless."

"Even if the power of the entire clan were concentrated on one person, I'm afraid it still wouldn't match the combined strength of the Wind Thunder King and the Boulder King."

Zhuang Jing was incredibly frustrated. It wasn't that there were no effects, but the effects were so underwhelming as to be insulting.

"Could it be that the Wind Thunder King kept something from us?" Kong Huai's expression darkened at the thought. His first thought wasn't that there was a problem with their Cultivation of the technique, but that the Alien King, Wind Thunder King, hadn't disclosed the full content of the Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill. Hence, Zhuang Jing hadn't managed to achieve the true effects despite his Cultivation.

"It's quite possible. But now that the Wind Thunder King is dead, finding the truth is difficult." Zhuang Jing wasn't stupid; there definitely wouldn't be any written records left. If there were any, it would likely be another trap.

What a... pity. Kong Huai actually sighed in relief internally. The Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill is powerful, but it's also a source of chaos.

"Since it's this ineffective, there's no need to hide it. It's better to be open about it than to try and suppress it."

Kong Huai said this to test Zhuang Jing. If Zhuang Jing were lying, he would surely oppose the idea, as more people knowing would mean a smaller share for himself. But if it were true, such a trivial increase wouldn't even be worth a second glance, so why would he object?

Zhuang Jing, not having lied, naturally didn't mind. "Hmm, it's good to let others know how sinister people can be. In Martial Arts, one shouldn't just look at the surface."

He had been drenched in the rain, so he had to tear up everyone else's umbrellas too.

"You really are something else..." Kong Huai was somewhat amused. He had only been testing Zhuang Jing, yet Zhuang Jing was actually planning to set a trap for their successors.

"It's fine. The Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill is easy to begin, but cultivating it to an advanced level is rather difficult."

"Most people will quit on their own after discovering it's a trap post-initiation. Unless someone is truly dense, they won't continue cultivating." Zhuang Jing indicated there was no need to worry; he had stepped into this trap before, so he knew that people foolish enough to persist were ultimately a minority.

"This trap won't fool many. Once someone falls for it, word will spread." Kong Huai didn't object. As Zhuang Jing said, it wasn't a big deal.

"Damn, what you two are doing is far more unscrupulous than anything I've done!" a surprised voice interjected.

"What's so unscrupulous about it? It's just giving those overly ambitious Martial Artists a small... lesson?" Zhuang Jing retorted, but then he abruptly realized the voice wasn't Kong Huai's. Looking back, he saw Wang Linchi standing behind them, a smile on his face.

He had appeared without a sound. They had no idea when he had arrived or why he had suddenly spoken, but they knew one thing: it was time to act.