I Can Enhance My Talents Using Unlimited Skill Points Chapter 154 – Revealing Oneself (II)  

The moment the old woman turned around, she shot a steel needle towards the spot at which Chen Yiming was hiding.

“Swish!”

The steel needle was covered with a layer of spiral airflow. This airflow was formed by internal force, allowing the speed of the steel needle to easily exceed the speed of sound. Furthermore, it did not weaken at all along the way.

Clearly, the old woman was at the second stage of the warrior realm, not the ordinary warrior realm.

Seeing this, Chen Yiming dispersed the black fog internal force and dodged the steel needle easily with a slight movement. He remained standing where he was.

The old man and woman revealed surprised expressions and did not continue the fight.

The steel needle was a probe to test the opponent's level. After knowing that both sides were of the same level, there was no need to fight recklessly.

“Elders, what's the situation on the island?” Chen Yiming asked, not hiding the fact that he had just arrived.

Furthermore, the tone of his voice revealed his age.

“Young man, your strength is not bad,” the old man said with a smile.

The old woman at the side said coldly, “Are you alone? Hurry up and go back to your seniors. This is not a place where you should be.”

She was extremely dissatisfied with how the masked man dodged her steel needle. His casual movements did not seem to pose any threat to her.

Hearing this, Chen Yiming asked, “There are only three people on the island, but there are so many of you. What are all of you afraid of?”

His words were simple and direct, cutting straight to the point like a knife.

It was not only the old man and the old woman who felt uncomfortable when they heard this. The people from the other two factions near them glared angrily at the masked man when they heard this.

It was easier said than done. This person seemed to only be good at boasting, but was unable to take any action.

This was their opinion of the masked man.

“Kid, don't make it sound so easy. If you have the guts, you can attack first,” the old woman said coldly.

If it wasn't for the fact that her strength didn't allow her to do so, she really wanted to string this young man up and beat him to a pulp.

“Young people should know how to respect their elders,” the old man lectured. The smile on his face had disappeared.

“As expected, stubbornness has a lot to do with age.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yiming took a step across the water and arrived in front of the faction that had been glaring at him.

They were two burly monks wearing monk robes with shiny bald heads.

One of them was holding a monk's staff, while the other was holding a Buddhist Commandment Blade. Their muscles were firm, and their faces were twisted in anger as they glared at Chen Yiming.

“Monks, practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy. What can you use to replace the mutant beast meat?” Chen Yiming suddenly thought of this and asked curiously.

“Kid, you're courting death,” the two monks raised their weapons and shouted angrily.

Their expressions were fierce, as though they might attack at any moment.

“So you're not proper monks,” Chen Yiming commented as he observed their muscular figures.

In his heart, a monk's main job should be to study Buddhist teachings. Martial arts could only be a secondary focus.

On the other hand, these two monks were about to attack at the slightest provocation. It was completely not what he expected from accomplished monks. It was obvious that they were on the wrong path.

As soon as he finished speaking, “Die!”

The water beneath the feet of the monk holding the staff exploded, and his figure instantly disappeared and reappeared in front of the masked man.

The staff emitted a dazzling golden light before transforming into the top half of a Buddha's figure. The Buddha had six hands, and the golden light emitted from each of the palms shot towards the masked man.

Suddenly, it seemed as though seven attacks were happening at the same time.

“Is this a Buddhist martial arts technique?” Chen Yiming asked in surprise before the attack reached him.

He wanted to see if there was anything different about the Buddhist martial arts.

He threw a punch forward to meet the attack head on, his fist carrying the strength-based internal force.

“Bang!”

A wave of air swept across the lake, causing the water to rumble.

Immediately after, a large splash erupted, covering the figures of the two opponents.

The commotion attracted the attention of everyone, including the three inner court heads of the Kunshan Sect. They all turned to look in the direction of the masked man and the monk.

“Ah!” a scream rang out.

The monk's staff had broken into several pieces. Blood flowed from his hands as he flew back at an even faster speed.

“Other than his appearance being a little scary, I don't see any difference from other martial arts techniques.”

Chen Yiming's comments echoed throughout the Eastern Lake.

“Bang!”

Immediately after, the sound of another collision rang out.

The monk holding the Buddhist Commandment Blade was stunned by his companion's defeat and was crashed into by the flying monk.

The two of them flew across the lake until they reached a small hill on the island in the middle of the lake. They slid for 10 meters before stopping. A long crater was created in their path.

“This…”

The old man and woman nearby swallowed their phlegm.

Even though they had seen it with their own eyes, they still thought that they might have been seeing things.

In their impression, when they were besieging the three inner court heads of the Kunshan Sect, the two monks had not only cooperated very well, but their strength was also extraordinary among those at the second stage of the warrior realm.

With the two of them working together, they forced one of the inner court heads of the Kunshan Sect to continuously be on the defensive.

However, now, it was as if they were being casually defeated by a warrior who was one level lower than them.

At the same time, not only the old man and woman, but the others were all so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

They all suspected that the masked man's young voice was just an act. He was very likely an old monster at the third stage of the warrior realm.

On the rooftop of the hotel on the island, when the three inner court heads of the Kunshan Sect saw this, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

This was especially true for Cheng Shikun. He was the court head who had been forced into a corner by the two monks.

No one knew the combat strength of the two monks better than him. They might be weaker than him in a one-on-one fight, but they could not be underestimated if they worked together.

Chen Yiming's figure flashed and he returned to the old woman's side. He asked, “Which of the court heads of the Kunshan Sect has the porcelain bowl now?”

His voice was not deliberately amplified by any internal force technique, but the effect was not reduced at all. Everyone heard him clearly.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. A bad feeling welled up in everyone's hearts.

This was part of Chen Yiming's plan. All the forces participating in the encirclement had appeared, so it was the right time for him to make a move.

If he had tried to snatch it from the start, the forces that had rushed over might not have understood the situation and he would have had no choice but to kill them.

The second stage of the warrior realm was considered the backbone of a province's top combat power. If too many people died at once, the investigation would be carried out to the end.

There was no need for him to get into so much trouble.

The old man and woman's faces were pale. They no longer dared to flaunt their seniority.

This was especially true for the old woman. She was afraid that the masked man would use their previous conflict as an excuse to attack her.

“It's with Cheng Shikun of the Kunshan Sect.”

The old woman did not hesitate. She pointed at one of the three inner court heads on the rooftop.

Chen Yiming glanced at the rooftop and noted the person that the old woman was pointing at.

In the next moment, his figure flashed and he arrived on the rooftop in just three steps.

An invisible pressure, like a tsunami, pressed down on the three inner court heads.

The expressions of the three of them changed drastically as they exchanged glances with each other.

Shi Qingxin and Xu Zhansheng didn't say a word. They simply turned their heads in the other direction, completely leaving the decision up to Cheng Shikun.

Seeing this, Cheng Shikun cursed his bad luck in his heart.

If he handed over the porcelain bowl and returned to the sect, not only would he be blamed for the failure of this operation, but he would also be mocked by the other court heads.

If he didn't hand it over, he didn't have the confidence that he would be able to withstand a single attack from the masked man. The monks who had been defeated in just one blow had set an example.

In addition, even if he brought the porcelain bowl back to the sect, he would not be the one to own it. He would have to hand it over to the sect master.

In this case, there was no need to think about whether to keep his life or the porcelain bowl.

Hence, Cheng Shikun smiled bitterly and reached for the porcelain bowl.

Chapter end