Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 954 - 422: Talent Is the ‘Beast’! The Truth That Overturns Everything! (Part 3)

Crash!!

Silently, a black flame materialized, leaving him no chance to scream as he was reduced to ashes in a flash, vanishing entirely with the whispering breeze.

The other champions' faces twisted in horror upon seeing this, eager to employ their personal techniques to flee the area.

Regrettably, not one of them managed to take action.

Like brilliant fireworks, the flame erupted in a dazzling display.

In front of World Light, those vaunted champions were mere specks of floating dust, readily scattered and erased by a breath.

"For your sake, I originally intended to wipe out the Human Race first, but now they can wait until the end."

"You and I shall cross paths again soon; for now, I wish to toy with these children."

World Light's voice held a relaxed casualness, tinged with an eerie gentleness, yet the 'play' he referenced was...

Boom!!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Frost fire instantly enveloped three or four freshly appearing champions, freezing their forms into ice statues that burst apart violently.

Wherever the shards from those ice sculptures landed, they swiftly blanketed the surroundings in a chilling white frost.

World Light's notion of 'playing' proved brutally over-the-top—who treats kids to such wanton slaughter?

As Su Tu watched World Light massacre the Foreign Race champions like mere playthings, an unusual sentiment stirred within him.

Inference of Heaven's intuition revealed to him that World Light harbored a deep sorrow in this instant, a vast grief concealing utter emotional deadness.

In that moment, a bizarre unspoken accord linked them, prompting neither to engage the other.

Su Tu sensed forebodingly that clashing with World Light right then would bring regret irrespective of win or loss; opportunities overlooked now would slip away eternally.

Such was the singular feeling he discerned amid causal strands via Inference of Heaven and Life and Death in the Palm.

Resolutely, Su Tu spun around and advanced toward the blood mist.

All the while, he mentally reviewed each nuance of his prior dialogue with World Light.

Abruptly, his stride halted; he whipped his head back toward World Light, eyes flashing surprise—if his hunch held true, it justified the profound fatigue and tangled emotions weighing on World Light.

"World Light, Light of the World..."

Su Tu whispered the phrase, then pressed onward with firm steps, his silhouette merging into the blood mist.

Precisely then, World Light's form quivered ever so slightly.

"What an ill-fated name; this game wearies me endlessly—I truly long to end it."

Muttering alone, he dropped onto the blood-soaked terrain, reclining in idle sprawl.

"Kill!!"

In that instant, a red-haired, purple-skinned Foreign Race champion miraculously evaded the inferno, ripping through space to materialize before World Light; fists sheathed in battle armor and radiating frosty sheen pounded toward him.

"Oh, remarkable—you're the first to reach me this time, well done, but alas, you lack the clearance to proceed, and no prize awaits."

Mild astonishment colored World Light's words as he extended a finger.

Boom!!

The champion's frame convulsed wildly; he glanced down against his will, beholding a gaping cavity already torn through his chest.

He crumpled feebly at World Light's side; as awareness ebbed, he overheard the godlike entity's soft murmur.

"No fears—I refine my skills continually, guaranteeing your every demise brings fresh flair."

The champion's parting notion was...

Have I... died at his hands more than once?