Chapter 373 - 278: The Martial Dao Suppresses the East Sea, All Heroes Bow

Chapter 373: Chapter 278: The Martial Dao Suppresses the East Sea, All Heroes Bow

Cilian’s aura collapsed as quickly as a punctured ball. In the blink of an eye, he went from an unfathomable martial arts expert to an ordinary Grandmaster.

Meanwhile, Wu Liangchen landed on the ground, his expression calm as he watched the head of the Vajra Institute, whose face had become deathly pale.

"You’ve lost!"

"Yes, I’ve lost!" Cilian’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.

As he spoke, his figure gradually became stooped, and countless wrinkles appeared on his once perfectly maintained face.

At the same time, his breathing became ragged. He panted heavily like a desperately thirsty dog. HUFF... PUFF...

"No... Don’t do this!" Sensing the changes in his own body, Cilian screamed almost hysterically. He pulled a small medicine vial from his robes, uncorked it, and desperately poured all the pills inside into his mouth.

But it was completely useless. His aging only accelerated. In the blink of an eye, he became a decrepit old man, and the process continued without the slightest sign of slowing down.

"Kill me!"

Finally, Cilian collapsed to the ground. The rapid aging had robbed him of even the strength to stand. He could only stretch out a hand and speak to Wu Liangchen in a near-begging tone.

But Wu Liangchen was completely unmoved, merely watching in silence.

He knew this was the price Cilian had to pay.

Borrowing the power from the statue might feel exhilarating, but once lost, the consequences were exceptionally tragic.

One could even say that the vigorous, middle-aged Cilian from before was a fake, and this wretchedly old Cilian was the real one.

He had relied on the statue’s power to forcibly extend his own life.

This was also why he had been so eager to recruit Wu Liangchen.

Because Wu Liangchen had successfully broken free from the shackles of the Fourth Realm and reached a level no one had ever reached before, Cilian had become greedy.

If he could do the same, he might have been able to break free from the statue’s power and be reborn.

But things went contrary to his wishes. Wu Liangchen didn’t fall for his act at all and instead shattered the very statue he depended on for survival.

In just a few moments, Cilian had aged to an extreme. He lay on the ground, nothing but skin and bones, with only a final breath keeping him alive.

Wu Liangchen walked over and looked down at him from above.

Perhaps it was a final burst of life, or perhaps for some other reason, a strange light flared in Cilian’s murky eyes. A rattling sound came from his throat, as if he had something to say.

But Wu Liangchen didn’t even bother to listen. He simply turned and walked away, leaving Cilian staring at the sky with wide, shocked eyes.

’That’s not right... Shouldn’t he have waited for me to finish talking before leaving?’

However, this state was cut short when a flash of white light suddenly struck, shattering his head.

Even though Cilian would have died on his own, Wu Liangchen had a habit of cutting the weeds and pulling up the roots.

Besides, Wu Liangchen never believed the nonsense that a dying person’s words are kind. A bad person is a bad person. To forgive their past transgressions because of a few last words was an act of extreme foolishness and absurdity.

By now, the long-browed old monk and the others had long since vanished without a trace.

Wu Liangchen strolled into the Vajra Institute. It was just as deserted, though there were a few disciples who hadn’t managed to retreat in time.

The moment these people saw Wu Liangchen, their faces turned deathly pale with fear. Some even dropped to their knees and began begging for mercy.

Wu Liangchen didn’t make things difficult for them, simply continuing on his way deeper into the compound.

Finally, upon reaching a tall building in the very center, Wu Liangchen stopped and looked up at the plaque hanging above.

Scripture Pavilion.

He then stepped inside.

The interior was empty, and the floor was littered with items discarded in a hasty escape.

Wu Liangchen took a look around the first floor. He found that although it held a sea of books, they were all common texts. So, he went up to the second floor.

The second floor was somewhat better, but it still wasn’t enough to hold Wu Liangchen’s attention.

Continuing to browse as he went, Wu Liangchen eventually reached the top floor.

There were far fewer books stored here, but from their mottled pages, one could tell that they were all ancient.

Wu Liangchen casually took one down and opened it. It was a fist manual.

From its contents, he could tell that this was no ordinary manual. It had been left behind by a top-tier master who had dominated the martial world several centuries ago.

In addition, there were Martial Arts Classics on Body Techniques, Qinggong, Leg Skills, saber, and sword techniques, and more. It was a comprehensive and diverse collection.

Any other Martial Artist who saw these classics would surely be ecstatic, perhaps even becoming completely engrossed in them.

But Wu Liangchen felt little excitement. At his level, these classics were of no use to him anymore.

Take fist techniques, for example. Although Wu Liangchen had started from humble beginnings, after mastering the Eight-Step Wind-Chasing Fist, he had already integrated and mastered all principles of pugilism.

Therefore, these classics could, at best, serve only as a reference to broaden his horizons.

To put it bluntly, Wu Liangchen’s power had already reached the upper limit of this world.

Thus, after a brief browse, Wu Liangchen went to the medicine storage and other areas, where he unceremoniously looted the Vajra Institute’s entire thousand-year-old collection of precious herbs and pills.

This was no small amount. Fortunately, there were ready-made carriages in the Vajra Institute. Wu Liangchen commandeered one, loaded everything up, and then leisurely made his way down the mountain, heading straight for Tokyo.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, an argument was underway.