Chapter 372 - 277: Borrowing Power from the Vajra Statue (2)

Chapter 372: Chapter 277: Borrowing Power from the Vajra Statue (2)

"Just give up. Your cultivation level is impressive, but compared to me..."

Wu Liangchen cut him off.

"Something’s not right!"

Cilian froze. "What’s not right?"

"The power you’re exuding isn’t right." Wu Liangchen’s gaze turned cold as the wound on his palm healed rapidly.

"Oh?" Cilian let out a dry laugh. "I understand how you must feel. After all, you’ve never known defeat since your debut. It’s only natural to be unwilling to accept a sudden loss at my hands, but..."

"The power you’ve displayed is indeed formidable," Wu Liangchen interrupted him again.

The wound on his palm had now healed, and his grim expression had relaxed.

"But that power isn’t yours. Your control over it is clumsy, even crude."

"That’s highly unusual. After all, at our level of cultivation, our control over our own bodies is already refined to a meticulous degree. So, if I’m not mistaken, the power you just displayed was borrowed."

Cilian was still smiling, but for some reason, his smile seemed a bit stiff.

At that moment, Wu Liangchen looked up at the statue of the wrathful Vajra and said coolly.

"This Vajra statue, carved by the founding master of your Vajra Institute, has weathered a thousand years. Countless Martial Artists must have sat and meditated before it. As a result, it has absorbed the martial will of innumerable practitioners, forming an immense power that you are now using."

"Am I... correct?"

Cilian’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably, but his expression quickly turned to one of acceptance. He couldn’t help but clap and exclaim in admiration.

"Excellent! What a martial arts genius! Your keen insight alone puts you far above others."

"You’re right. My power is indeed borrowed. This statue contains the life’s work of generations of Vajra Institute abbots and top masters over the last thousand years. So there is no injustice in your defeat."

"I’ll say it again: if you are willing to admit defeat, surrender, and join my Vajra Institute, not only will I grant you access to all of the institute’s collections, but I am also willing to let you comprehend and use the power and will contained within this statue."

As he spoke, a fanatical look appeared on Cilian’s face.

"Do you have any idea how rare an opportunity this is? With your talent and understanding of the martial path, your future achievements will be limitless."

It had to be said, Cilian’s eloquence and ability to stir people’s hearts were truly first-rate.

Anyone else would have likely been tempted by such an incredibly generous offer.

But Wu Liangchen remained completely unmoved. The experiences of two lifetimes had taught him that there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

’For Cilian to invite me so earnestly, even offering to share his sect’s greatest secret, he must be after something even bigger.’

The key was that Wu Liangchen, who possessed the Ten Thousand Laws Tripod, looked down on such unorthodox methods. As long as he had a steady supply of Cultivation Techniques and resources, his path to power would be a smooth one.

So, Wu Liangchen just said coldly, "You should keep such a rare opportunity for yourself."

Having been repeatedly rejected, Cilian finally lost his composure. His expression turned cold.

"You’ve refused to do this the easy way, so now we’ll do it the hard way. Do you really think I can’t handle you? Let me tell you, once I knock you down and capture you, I have plenty of ways to pry the information I want out of you."

"Then let’s see you try!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Wu Liangchen suddenly turned and fled.

"Trying to run? It won’t be that easy!" Cilian gave a savage grin and leaped in pursuit.

Empowered by the full strength contained within the statue of the wrathful Vajra, Cilian’s Body Technique reached the absolute limit of human speed.

With one chasing the other, they arrived in the depths of the Vajra Institute in what seemed like an instant.

The area was filled with Relic Towers, the final resting place for the past abbots and major contributors of the Vajra Institute.

By now, Cilian had caught up to Wu Liangchen and struck out with his palm.

But before the force of the palm strike arrived, Wu Liangchen dodged like a slippery fish.

BOOM!

The palm strike landed squarely on a white Relic Tower in the distance, shattering it into dust.

"Hmph! Let’s see where you can run!" Cilian snorted coldly, suppressed his anger, and continued the chase.

Wu Liangchen didn’t fight him head-on, instead engaging in a running battle, fighting and retreating.

Before they knew it, they had left the Vajra Institute far behind and were deep in the mountains.

Thanks to the protection of the Vajra Institute, this area was filled with century-old giant trees.

But at this moment, these precious trees were facing a catastrophe.

Two figures could be seen darting through the forest like phantoms. Wherever they passed, towering trees, some two to three meters thick, were snapped as easily as fragile twigs.

Suddenly, the two figures clashed and separated in an instant. The resulting shockwave instantly snapped all the grass and trees within a radius of over thirty meters.

The two then landed on separate large trees, dozens of meters apart.

Wu Liangchen’s face was expressionless, his gaze only growing more intense.

In contrast, Cilian was panting slightly, his face noticeably paler.

He looked at Wu Liangchen with shock and suspicion, unable to stop himself from asking, "Are you made of iron? Why don’t you seem tired at all?"

This recent battle had been incredibly perilous. Both had fought with all their might, so the consumption of their Qi and Blood was immense.

After such a fight, even Cilian, who wielded the power of the statue, was panting, yet Wu Liangchen was still full of vigor, showing no signs of fatigue. It was enough to make Cilian question reality.

Wu Liangchen didn’t answer. He simply took a deep breath, slowly raised his saber, and pointed its tip diagonally toward Cilian.

An incredibly sharp saber intent instantly pricked at Cilian’s brow.

He subconsciously glanced to the side, and in that instant, Wu Liangchen charged straight at him.

Cilian immediately took a defensive stance.

’After all, I’ve already lost the initiative in this exchange. A counter-attack is impossible; I can only defend for now.’

But the anticipated attack never came.

WHOOSH! After charging close, Wu Liangchen abruptly shot up into the sky and then dove down toward the distant Vajra Institute.

’Not good!’

Cilian reacted instantly, realizing he’d fallen into a trap. In his haste, he stomped his foot down.

CRACK! The large tree was shattered by the force of his stomp. At the same time, Cilian shot forward like a cannonball.

He had pushed his speed to the absolute limit, but because he was a split second too late, he could never quite catch up.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Liangchen reached the center of the Vajra Institute. Right in front of him was the statue of the wrathful Vajra.

It was now evening, but the clear mountain moonlight draped a mysterious veil over the statue.

Without the slightest pause, Wu Liangchen activated his Golden Body Cross Training Skill. His entire body instantly flared with golden light as he charged toward the statue.

"No!" Seeing this, Cilian, who was right behind him, let out a furious roar. His already breakneck speed increased once more as he tried to intercept Wu Liangchen.

But it was too late.

Wu Liangchen was already before the statue, about to collide with it. Just then, a vast will suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a chaotic, immense will without any self-awareness. The moment it appeared, it tried to seize control of Wu Liangchen’s mind.

This was impossible, of course, but it could at least create a moment of chaos and provide an opening.

But Wu Liangchen completely ignored the impact of this will.

’A joke. No matter how vast this will is, how could it be more shocking than the Ten Thousand Laws Tripod?’

Especially after numerous deductions, Wu Liangchen’s mind had already become incredibly resilient. Thus, without the slightest pause or hesitation, he charged forward.

BANG!

With a loud bang, the head of the wrathful Vajra statue was snapped clean off and came rolling down.

Cilian’s whole body trembled, and he immediately fell to the ground.

The statue’s head rolled a few times on the ground. Its crack-filled face pointed toward the sky, and the light in its jewel-encrusted eyes dimmed as if they had lost their spirit.

Cilian’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

But before he could react, Wu Liangchen had already turned back. He raised a fist and completely pulverized the statue’s body.