Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 492
Chapter 492: Chapter 179: Super Lock, Terrifying Active Skill!
From the initial Level 1 Dragon Power prototype, to the later Level 2 Iron Body, and then to Level 3 Wild Grass Physique.
Three nodes, three levels, bringing three qualitative changes in his strength.
However, the Extraordinary “Heart-Protecting Fire” was different. It didn’t bring such an obvious leap but instead quietly rewrote his underlying foundation.
After experiencing these days, Cheng Ye vaguely grasped some insights.
If the foundation of ordinary people is like a wooden board, talent strength determines the jumping height.
After being reshaped by the Heart-Protecting Fire, his foundation became like a trampoline.
The strength of his talent didn’t change, but with the support of the trampoline, he could jump higher and last longer.
Because of this, when he searched Mu Shuang’s talent, he hesitated and ultimately chose the Perfect Level “Hundred Martial Students” over a more reliable physique talent.
Even though he would likely not use cold weapons in the future and only draw his gun to respond to the enemy,
He was still curious to see what sparks the collision of Perfect Level talent with extraordinary power would produce.
Buzz.
The bright red Skill Bar trembled slightly. After being invested in it, the entire frame continued to shake incessantly.
Unlike the violent increase brought by physique talents, a strange sensation rippled from the depths of the heart.
It was hard to describe with words, like standing by the sea during high tide, letting the waves repeatedly slap against your feet, calves, and torso.
It both felt exhilarating and made one inevitably want to retreat to a safer place.
Dong.
An almost inaudible bell chime sounded, while also resembling the clang of a hundred weapons clashing, ringing clearly in the ears.
Cheng Ye raised his hand in a daze and only then realized that tiny beads of blood were seeping from his palms, as if countless blood droplets were rushing out from his pores.
He shook his hand lightly, and the blood beads splashed to the ground, yet evaporated completely within seconds, as if they had never existed.
“Perfect Level…”
Cheng Ye looked down at his hands, his pupils suddenly contracted!
He was astonished to find that the shape of his palms, the hardness of his knuckles, and even the length of his fingers…
Everything was changing, and it was changing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The skin at his knuckles suddenly tightened, and the previously taut epidermis due to physique talent now appeared with fine wrinkles, the blue vascular networks underneath the skin became clearer, like steel wires tempered through fire embedded within.
Each finger extended outward by half an inch, making what was once a relatively well-proportioned palm now appear particularly elongated, with the protrusions at the joints more evident but not awkward, instead making the grip arc more suited to the form of weapons.
“So violent, directly altering my physical condition?”
Cheng Ye was a little bewildered.
Rare-level talents, apart from the initial explosive enhancement, typically improved various stats gradually like a water mill.
Yet this Perfect Level “Hundred Martial Students” actually swapped out his hands directly.
He tried to clench his fist, the collision of his knuckles made a light “click” sound, tighter than ever before, with a sense of power seemingly ready to spill from the gaps of his fingers.
Looking at his forearm again, the inner side of his skin had fine, fish-scale-like patterns, and the previously tree bark-like textured surface now gleamed with a layer of tenacious cold light.
Pressing his hand on it, he could feel the muscle fibers beneath vibrating at an unusual frequency, with hardness increased several folds, like being wrapped in fine steel sheets.
What’s more marvelous was at the level of consciousness. When the body’s conditions met the requirements, countless phantoms of cold weapons flowed through his mind, the angles of knife chops and axe slashes, the trajectories of spear thrusts and sword stabs, even the wrapping and force-exerting techniques of chain meteor hammers seemed etched into the depths of memory, forming subconsciousness.
Though Cheng Ye had never come into contact with these techniques, once the transfer of information in his mind was completed, a familiar sense welled throughout his body.
He stood up and casually glanced around the little shop, grabbing a broom from the corner.
In his hands, the ordinary broom seemed to come to life.
He lightly flicked his wrist and the broom head traced an afterimage through the air, sweeping out with a clear swooshing sound.
“So what’s depicted in movies isn’t exaggeration, but… reality?”
Cheng Ye froze.
It wasn’t that his strength had suddenly increased, but rather his control over “power” reached an unfathomable level.
The timing of muscular exertion, a subtle shift of gravity, even the rhythm of his breathing, perfectly synced with the broom in his hand, as if this simple tool was an extension of his arm.
He could even, through subtle exertion of his arm, make the upper and lower segments of the broom head move in different directions.
When pressing it to the ground, the front half swept back and forth while the back half adhered tightly to the floor, driving the whole movement.
A pull, a sweep, a drag, an extension.
Just a few actions and a small patch of scattered dust was accurately gathered in one spot, slicker than sweeping back and forth for half a day.
“Amazing, truly amazing!”
Putting down the broom, Cheng Ye drew out the Vortex Stab.
Even before making a move, he felt a strange sense of harmony, as if this weapon was meant to be a part of his body.
He tried to thrust it, the action seemed no different from usual, yet the inside was already completely transformed.
Whereas previously he had to focus on aiming before holding his breath to strike,
Now he only needed a thought. Even if out of his sight, the tip could instantly point to the target.
What’s more astounding was, when he put down the Vortex Stab and picked up the Wild Bull Fighting Handgun, this “point and shoot” sensation didn’t fade.
The moment he thought “aim at that can,” the muzzle automatically rotated over, pressing steadily at the target’s center.
“Isn’t this a cold weapon talent? Does a handgun count as a cold weapon too?”
Cheng Ye’s heart was ablaze, but unfortunately, there were no targets in the convenience store, so he could only place some empty bottles, trying to move the gunpoint with his head down.
With each lift of his hand, each glance to the side, his mouth couldn’t help but gawk wider and wider.