Above Destiny

Chapter 833 Not Bad
"No! Absolutely not!"

In a moment of shock, Inayat instinctively waved his hand: "L... Boss, you are of noble birth and possess extraordinary abilities, how could you so easily put yourself in danger?"

What if something goes wrong... No, no, absolutely not!

Shocked, he shook his head so hard it was like a rattle-drum, almost making a gust of wind.

Ignore Ji Jue's constant invitations and his saying that since I'm already here, and I have nothing better to do than celebrate the New Year...

No!

No means no!

Putting aside the absurdity of a craftsman like you voluntarily engaging in a skirmish with wolves, the main issue is that my PTSD from the "Reverse Scale" is about to flare up!

Back when he was a loyal royal guard, the priest king's dying wish was for him to kill him one day after his resurrection. Now that he has sheathed his fangs and become a wolf, the wolf lord has come to make him turn against him!
What the hell is going on with this damn life?
Is life unbearable?
Regardless of whether it's a trial or a friendly exchange, the psychological pressure and the risk of stroke are already immense.

Besides, Wolf Lord is already used to roaming around outside. If he accidentally hurts someone with his two blows, he'll have to atone with his death. How can he fight like that?
It should be noted that the techniques of the White Deer lineage are often aimed at life and death, and to demonstrate their power, they require killing intent and malice to be unleashed.

It's like a lightning bolt; if you can't catch it, you're dead. There's absolutely no room for mercy. While his own skills aren't quite that exaggerated, most of them are the kind that show no mercy for the consequences. How could he possibly use them for a friendly match?

Even if he's beaten to death today, even if he jumps off this cliff, it's not...

"If you don't play, we'll cut off your sponsorship."

"..."

Ji Jue's words immediately caused Inayat's eyes to turn resentful: "Why don't you go find Mr. Tang?"

Ji Jue shook his head decisively: "How can he be as trustworthy as you are?"

In a sense, that's really the case.

Firstly, finding a good broth is difficult; secondly, even if you do find one, the outcome is uncertain.

After all, Master Tang's unpredictable nature is well-known—his ancestors seem to possess him in turn, his fighting power fluctuates wildly, and the differences between his states are too great.

When he's trash, all he does is use the character "Tang," which is utterly shameful. But when he's really powerful, he might somehow summon Tianlu Gong to take his place. When that happens, Old Bitch Deng might go crazy again when he sees himself holding the Pan Ying sword.

Forget it.

Ji Jue was looking for someone to spar with, not looking to die.

In contrast, Inayat is not only reliable and trustworthy, but also highly controllable, and doesn't require any extra money. The professionally trained White Deer, after being transformed into the Wolf in the Furnace, is not only three times stronger after its transformation, but it's also far superior to the ordinary Transcendent.

Knowing the inside and out and feeling at ease, the type is just right, perfectly meeting Ji Jue's needs.

"No need for a life-or-death struggle, and no need to worry about any consequences of losing control. How about just treating it as a sparring partner?"

After thinking for a moment, Ji Jue suggested, "I came here to hone my skills, so let's stop here when there's bleeding. If it's just a scratch, then we'll call it quits."

Are you sure?

He couldn't understand the reverse scale; he couldn't see anything about it that could be used to hone one's skills.

But since the Wolf Lord has said so...

The burly, bearded man in a tattered robe finally stepped into the arena, standing ten paces away, observing the Wolf Lord, who appeared completely relaxed, as if on a picnic.

He's full of flaws!

After a moment's hesitation, he made no further move.

Whether it was to fulfill his duty as a subordinate or to advise the wolf lord against his dismissive attitude, he decided to take things more seriously!

I often walk by the river, how can I not wet my shoes?
Why would a perfectly good craftsman, the son of a wealthy family, no matter how skilled he is, need to come and compete with wolves in killing and taking risks?

Someone like me, clumsy with words, never knows how to offer advice or guidance. If this can awaken the Wolf Lord even slightly and make him more aware, then that would be a good thing, wouldn't it?
"I understand, please be careful."

He took a step forward, slowly moving forward.

But as they moved forward, blurry outlines appeared behind them, like afterimages, but not frozen in time, with different movements and directions.

Ten steps was enough for him to concentrate and boost his morale.

For the Bailu faction, such a short distance was already very close, which is why the sense of oppression it brought was so clear.

It was like falling into an icy sea, being stared at by those faintly scarlet eyes, sending chills down my spine.

The body and instincts involuntarily produced the illusion of stiffness and trembling.

Difficulty breathing.

The demonic reflection quickly became active, rising like flames, trying to change its state, but was suppressed by Ji Jue and unable to react.

He deliberately suppressed his own reaction, feeling this all-pervasive threat, a sharp aura that felt like a thorn in his back.

The world seemed to gradually darken, and in the corner of my eye, something seemed to wander, spy, coldly observe, and silently probing.

He remained focused and vigilant, but did not rush to make a move. Instead, he stared at him with a mocking and indifferent gaze, hiding and waiting for him to relax his guard.

Unmoved by the threat, he merely stared from three steps away, expressionless, his hands hanging empty beneath his robe. Yet, in the hallucination, it felt as if claws were already on Ji Jue's shoulder, and a menacing breath blew from behind his head.

Instead of taking action, they wasted time with Ji Jue, letting their malice spread undisguisedly and infiltrate relentlessly.

The ferocity of wolves lies not in their predation, but in the stalking and the torment that precedes it.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, each second moving so slowly it was unbearable. I felt waves of phantom pain in my throat, heart, and lungs, a bizarre sensation as if my flesh was being torn apart, my bones shattering, and my internal organs being chewed and devoured by a monster.

The attack had already begun, long before he made up his mind!
This is not a confrontation at all, but a technique passed down by the White Deer, which uses changes and erosion of its own aura to specifically torture the enemy mentally.

The person most skilled in this technique is Elder Dabit, who is now in charge of guarding the dungeons in the camp. Any tough guy or spy who falls into his hands will be turned into a pile of mud in the quiet room. In the past few months, he has used this technique to send countless excellent employees to the park.

Now, it's being used on Ji Jue, the factory director. Isn't this another form of luring someone into a trap?

Ji Jue offered his comments on this.

"not bad."

He savored this rare feeling of bewilderment and fear, marveling, "It actually made me start to have wild thoughts... Is this a destruction of the soul and spirit?"
It was useful, but not much; it clearly didn't reach its full potential—Inayat, if you don't unleash your true malice, it might take one or two weeks to make me waver.

Ji Jue suggested, "Let's just take action."

"It's over, Wolf Lord."

Inayat sighed softly, his hand already raised. Just before he launched the attack, Ji Jue realized that the hand he had subconsciously ignored was actually very close to his throat!
The sharp fingertips, like claws, swept across Ji Jue's throat with great care, only making a shallow cut.

In that case, the Wolf Lord should understand the difference and gap between the craftsman and the wolf, right?

That was the original idea, and that's correct.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.

Snapped!
Inayat froze on the spot, looking down in astonishment.

He didn't feel the subtle sensation of flesh being cut, and before he could even react... his hand was slapped away.
Missed!
Just as he was confident of victory and decided to end it all, Ji Jue casually swung his arm and slapped away the hand that was about to tear the skin apart.

It's like slapping away your roommate's sinful hand as they reach for your snacks in the dorm.

Bro, stop messing around!
In the dead silence, Inayat stared blankly at his slightly trembling index finger—even if he had restrained himself and kept his composure, a move was a move, a duel was a duel, just as Ji Jue would never fail in the simplest and most basic alchemy no matter how casual he was.

And now, in his own area of ​​expertise, the strike he was fully focused on has failed?
He raised his head and looked at Ji Jue, full of confusion.

How did you do that?!
"It was indeed very strong. It startled me, and I almost couldn't dodge it." Ji Jue said with emotion and reassurance, "It's not your fault, Inayat. I am too familiar with wolves, while you know nothing about me."

He said, "Let's continue."

"...I understand."

Inayat remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding.

In fact, he didn't understand at all, nor could he figure out what was going on—but he knew he probably needed to take it more seriously!

In front of Ji Jue, he slowly raised his palm, his five fingers loosely clenched like claws. For a moment, a blurry sound, chilling to the bone, rang out from between his fingers, like the howl of a wild beast.

It was blood. The blood in his palm boiled and circulated, turning his hand into a purplish-black color in an instant. The blood, imbued with boundless ferocity, transformed in the turbulence, turning his palm into an indestructible blade.

White Deer's Blood Vibration Technique after Transforming into a Wolf!
This is not some particularly extraordinary technique or secret manual. On the contrary, it is not difficult to learn at all. It is widely circulated in the Wilderness, and it can be said that any white deer can learn it and master it. It is precisely because of this that, after thousands of years of innovation and refinement, it has reached its current terrifying level through daily practice and exploration.

And so, right in front of Ji Jue, his hand slowly reached out and grasped at Ji Jue's shoulder blade, causing Ji Jue's body to tremble slightly.

During this slow progression, his palm rose several times, only to stop in mid-air again.

Sometimes it tried to cut off the direction of the attack, sometimes it wanted to confront it head-on, and sometimes it seemed to be trying to deflect the force and dodge. But from beginning to end, that slowly advancing palm remained unwavering, getting closer inch by inch.

In just ten centimeters, I could already feel the phantom pain of my shoulder blade being torn apart, but at that moment, Blood Claw came to an abrupt halt.

Ji Jue's hand was raised, as if supporting his arm, while his other hand pointed towards his left armpit, towards his heart.

Cracking.

"That's impossible, Wolf Lord." Ni Lin shook his head regretfully.

Ji Jue said, "It wouldn't hurt to give it a try."

Ni Lin nodded and withdrew his hand. Immediately afterward, a bloody wind erupted, and the Blood Claw shot out without warning, smashing towards Ji Jue's shoulder blade.

No matter how hard he tried to keep up, he couldn't keep up with that speed. By the time he realized it, it was already too late. But just as that hand was about to press on Ji Jue's shoulder, it suddenly bounced up without warning, grazing Ji Jue's shoulder and missing him by a hair's breadth.

Just like Ji Jue's reaction during the rehearsal.

His elbow was gripped tightly, and the Blood Vibration Form, forged through countless trials and tribulations, was actually broken by a craftsman.

It's open!
In that instant, the hand, shrouded in Jing Zhen's radiance, stopped just a hair's breadth away from Ni Lin's chest.

Attack the enemy so they will have to come to their aid, forcing them to either retreat to reinforce the area or fight to the death.

In the dead silence, Reverse Scale began to sweat.

Something is wrong!
(End of this chapter)