I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 895: Provocation and Getting Fired Up

The black sword blade surged out like a violent storm, piercing through the army of Divine Soldiers, running through their bodies.

To ordinary people, the world is so cruel. The Divine Soldiers are indeed stronger than the mortals of the lower plane, but in the eyes of true masters, they are no different from common fish.

Being selected from the middle plane to become Divine Soldiers and enter the upper plane was originally a source of pride for them.

Although they are merely soldiers in the upper plane, at least they bear the title of ’Divine’.

Unfortunately now, the title of Divine Soldier seems to have become their shackles.

They clearly know the terrifying power of the Divine River Song, which is something even Upper-Rank Gods must take seriously, let alone these weak Divine Soldiers.

In front of the Divine River Song, as long as the number of Divine Soldiers isn’t exaggerated to the extreme, they’re essentially there for Lin Yi to increase his KD ratio.

Knowing they can’t win, yet unable to avoid the fight, considering Shiva’s orders must be executed.

They launched a charge, shouting continuously to boost their morale.

But soon, as they charged, they realized something was wrong.

The black blade had penetrated their bodies unknowingly, leaving them puzzled as the usual piercing pain did not come. Instead, their bodies felt sluggish and numb, their thoughts gradually becoming blurry.

Moments later, their eyelids grew heavier, and the scene before them was replaced by rapid descent.

"Kid, what are you doing? Hand over that thing!"

Shiva’s defeat was inevitable, and the Supreme Divine Artifact that was almost within reach was snatched away by a junior who he completely looked down upon. How could Chai Po stand this? He roared at Lin Yi, regardless of whether they were on the same side.

Chai Po, with his eyes wide with fury, was genuinely intimidating, at least to Lin Yi at this moment. There was no way around it, the gap between each level of Divine Power presented a crushing scenario. Using the Divine Artifact, Divine River Song, to surpass levels and defeat Chai Po was nearly impossible.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

"Come on, don’t you see this Divine Artifact chose me? Aren’t you here to carry out a mission instead of fighting over a Divine Artifact today?"

"And you’ve seen it too, the Divine River Song chose me by fate. Are we not on the same side? Do you intend to attack me?"

I....

Lin Yi’s words genuinely stumped Chai Po.

It was known that Dark Rising members had only two rigid requirements:

1. No internal conflict among Dark Rising members;

2. All actions of Dark Rising members should prioritize the mission.

If no other members of Dark Rising were present, Chai Po might bully the newcomer, ignoring the rules, and have a fight with Lin Yi.

But now, with Ruolan, a woman favorable to Lin Yi, present, Chai Po truly dared not act recklessly.

Dark Rising members carry mission record Crystal Stones during execution, to clarify main and secondary responsibilities in case of future disputes.

Should Chai Po really engage Lin Yi, he would affirm the charges of disrupting unity and failing to prioritize the mission, effectively breaking ties with all Celestial Divine Beings. Violating Dark Rising’s rules would lead to severe consequences Chai Po could imagine.

Even if his combat ability ranked among the best in the Three Realms and Six Paths, there would be no place for Chai Po.

Faced with a choice between a power-enhancing Divine Artifact and confronting the Three Realms and Six Paths with enmity, Chai Po knew what was important.

"Kid, I was the one who attacked Shiva first; the Divine Artifact in his hand should belong to me. You better hand over that thing."

Being forceful was unrealistic, so Chai Po resorted to reasoning with Lin Yi.

This time, before Lin Yi could speak, Ruolan chimed in, confronting Chai Po with extremely sarcastic eyes and tone, relentlessly.

"Chai Po, you’re thousands of years old, yet when a young person encounters a Divine Artifact that enhances combat ability, you’re planning a hard grab?"

"Ignoring everything else, fate matters for all things under heaven. If you dare, don’t use Divine Power to guard yourself, try touching that Divine River Song. If it chooses you, you can take it with you."

"I’ll bear witness here, good things go to the capable. If you can truly take it, little brother Lin Yi won’t say a word. What do you think?"

Having said this, Ruolan looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was wholeheartedly in agreement with the proposal.

The Divine River Song could be taken so easily because it was Wo Zhiqi’s Lifebound Divine Artifact. No one else dared to touch the water of the Nine Nether River without any defense.

After Lin Yi nodded confidently, Ruolan turned her gaze to Chai Po.

Now, it was Chai Po’s turn to hesitate.

Previously assertive and domineering, he now lapsed into uncertainty.

Divine Power was strong, but allowing an equally strong force to infiltrate his body, Chai Po dared not rashly attempt it.

Ruolan saw Chai Po hesitating and immediately understood what he was thinking, intentionally making a provocative look and questioned him further.

"What about you, do you have any different opinions or suggestions?"

Chai Po originally planned to avoid confrontation temporarily, ignoring the provocation.

But whether as a man or as an Upper-Rank God, Chai Po had pride he couldn’t relinquish.

The passion in his heart surged rapidly, boiling within him, leading Chai Po to make an extremely irrational decision.

"Alright!"

"I accept!"

He bit his teeth and steeled his mind!

Chai Po agreed, shifting his fiery gaze onto Lin Yi, attempting to suppress Lin Yi’s spirit, hoping to gain advantages in the contest for Divine River Song.

Yet Lin Yi seemed indifferent to the threatening gaze, facing it head-on, handing Divine River Song to Chai Po.

"Please!"

Facing the black sphere containing compressed Nine Nether River water, Chai Po swallowed involuntarily.

He extended his right hand reluctantly, felt the chilling power emanating from the sphere, and it was impossible not to tremble inwardly.

But now the arrow was on the string, and he couldn’t decide not to shoot.

At this moment, there were many spectators, if he chickened out, where would Chai Po’s dignity go afterward?

Lin Yi, a twenty-year-old young man dared to do this, yet Chai Po, an Upper-Rank God living for thousands of years, didn’t dare. How would Ruolan view him?

Thinking of this, and glimpsing Lin Yi’s feigned innocent eyes, Chai Po’s fury reached its peak.

Suppressing fear with rage in his heart, Chai Po hesitated no longer, bracing himself to place his unguarded right hand on Divine River Song and attempted a spiritual connection.

Idealism was abundant; realism was harsh.

Imagining himself superior to Lin Yi a hundred times over, Chai Po ultimately paid the price for his arrogance.