The Ultimate Divine Class

Lin Zhiquin wrote with intense focus and dedication. Each time he put pen to paper, he would pause for a long while, carefully considering his words. This was because he never had the habit of making corrections.

He had been writing in this notebook for about three months, starting with basic, rudimentary things. Initially, it was just for teaching and guidance. As he progressed, he delved into core, profound concepts: his comprehension and understanding of Martial Arts, and his speculations and outlook on higher levels. In his notes, Lin Zhiquin analyzed himself unflinchingly, almost baring his "self" in its entirety, revealing it completely.

BEEP BEEP—

A faint sound echoed near his ear. Lin Zhiquin's ears twitched, and he lifted his head alertly, like a cat. Only when he saw a robot nurse pushing a trolley past the end of the corridor, tens of meters away, did he relax slightly.

He habitually reached for the pocket on his right chest, then suddenly remembered. Since the last time he was warned by an electronic police officer for smoking in public, his credit score had been significantly deducted. Another infraction, and he would likely be forcibly deported.

A complex expression crossed Lin Zhiquin's face. It had only been fifteen years since he left the Sum Nation, but upon his return, everything felt as foreign as a different country. To be fair, even fifteen years ago, he had felt somewhat out of place here. This feeling of rejection was stronger now, which was to be expected. After all, even the Ancient Martial Arts World was on the verge of abandoning him entirely.

Lin Zhiquin sighed softly, lowered his head, and continued to write in his notes.

Suddenly, the light projected from above was blocked by a small shadow, which fell upon the page he was writing on. Lin Zhiquin's body instantly tensed. He sprang up like a coiled spring, his shock and horror nearly maxed out! As a martial master of the Ancient Martial Arts Fighter realm, his intuition was so keen he could clearly sense a fly buzzing past ten meters away. Yet now, something had silently approached him, close enough to watch him write, and he hadn't sensed it at all?! The intruder's strength was terrifyingly high.

"Who?!" Lin Zhiquin abruptly stood up and barked, only to find himself facing a young man who was smiling at him, a hint of a smirk in his eyes.

Upon getting a clear look at the man's face, Lin Zhiquin froze on the spot. The man was tall, wearing a long, dark brown trench coat. His inner clothes, pants, and shoes were all pure black. He had neatly-trimmed short hair and handsome features. When he smiled, a faint dimple appeared on his left cheek. He possessed a natural charisma that inexplicably drew people to him.

The handsome man spoke to Lin Zhiquin as if they were old friends reuniting after many years, his tone half-joking, "Lin, you're still the same as before. Except you seem to be treating this current person much better than you treated me back then. I never received cultivation notes personally compiled by Lin..."

Staring at the handsome man before him, Lin Zhiquin's expression slowly grew complicated. A myriad of emotions surged from the depths of his heart. His lips quivered, as if he wanted to call out a name.

But in the end, all emotion subsided. Lin Zhiquin regained his composure completely and said coldly, "Pei Ye, what are you here for?"

"I thought Lin still recognized me as his junior brother, after all, back then..." The handsome man's expression was tinged with regret, but he quickly smiled again. "Well, it doesn't matter, as long as I still recognize Lin."

"The reason I came back this time is actually to..." The handsome man's face suddenly lit up, his eyes sparkling as brilliantly as morning stars. He spread his arms, and a mysterious wave of energy emanated from him.

A strong wind suddenly swept through the corridor, making the man's trench coat flutter like a banner. Even the daylight outside the window seemed to dim.

Lin Zhiquin, aghast and unsure what to do, heard the man's voice, seeming to drift from a fog in the deep sea, "Join hands with Lin, and achieve greatness together!"

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Ugh... How can this be...

Sitting in his seat on the Fly Shuttle, Lu Yuan remained stunned for a good while before finally snapping out of it. Although he had already greatly overestimated Yu Wentong's strength, he hadn't expected this... he couldn't even use the "Imaginary Enemy" Consciousness Inhabitation function!

Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't use it. Rather, when Lu Yuan attempted Consciousness Inhabitation on Yu Wentong, his vision immediately plunged into what felt like a brilliant galaxy. The light was so dazzling he could barely look at it, and then... then he was automatically ejected from the Consciousness Space. He tried several times, all with the same result.

Has Yu Wentong become so powerful that my current consciousness can't even withstand or control her? If we were to actually fight, wouldn't she be able to melt me with just a glance?

Lu Yuan found it incredibly exaggerated, but he couldn't help but feel profoundly shaken. He had already experienced an intelligence limit break once, and his overall strength had firmly entered the S-rank.

If Yu Wentong's strength is so much higher than mine, what rank would she be? SSS? Or SSSSS?

Having just gone through the New Blood Assessment, Lu Yuan's heart, which had been slightly inflated with pride, instantly settled down.

Regarding the Fighter system, I can now crush those at the True Intention Level, but if I were to face a Grandmaster...

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment and then directly searched for information regarding "Martial Arts Grandmaster" on Yellow Bear's internal network. Instantly, numerous videos popped up. He randomly clicked on the most popular one.

A man in a black martial arts practice suit was running swiftly between abandoned high-rise buildings like an ape. He scaled walls and ran across rooftops as if on flat ground; gravity seemed like a joke to him.

I estimate that with my current Fighter strength, I could barely manage to scale walls and leap across rooftops, Lu Yuan assessed himself. But to be as agile, graceful, and effortless as the person in the video would be very difficult.

This was a video of a Yellow Bear siege operation against an Evil Sect's Grandmaster. Figures of Yellow Bear members quickly appeared on screen. A large number of White Bear-rank members and those below them wielded various firearms, firing wildly at the figure. But even with intelligent targeting systems, not a single energy beam or bullet could hit the lightning-fast silhouette.

The man in black was forced into a dead end with no escape. Suddenly, he spun around violently, and a visibly distorted Power Field spread out around him. All the bullets shooting towards him froze mid-air upon entering the Power Field, and the energy beams silently dissipated. Lu Yuan even saw several rocket-propelled grenades, trailing flames, halt in their tracks.

Is this... a Grandmaster's Power Field?!

Lu Yuan was somewhat incredulous. He then saw the man in black, his face like ice, walking towards the crowd. He did nothing, yet wherever he passed, the gun-wielding Yellow Bear members began to kill each other as if they were deranged. They all looked horrified; it was clear they knew what they were doing but simply couldn't control their own bodies.

Even the willpower of the people around him is affected?!

Lu Yuan found it rather outrageous, but even more outrageous things were yet to come. Three New Martial Gold Bear Level powerhouses appeared and simultaneously besieged the man in black. As a result, the man in black effortlessly snapped the neck of one of the Gold Bears in their first exchange...

"Shit!" After watching the entire video, Lu Yuan couldn't help but curse.

This is what they call the decline of Pure Martial arts? About to be swallowed by the torrent of time? How do you explain killing ordinary S-ranks as easily as slaughtering chickens?! The final level of the Pure Martial power system, the absolute ceiling of Pure Martial arts. A Martial Arts Grandmaster... is much stronger than I imagined.

Lu Yuan's expression was complex as he suddenly realized something.

Grandmasters aren't weak. In the old era, they were considered national treasures. Grandmasters are very strong. It's just... the top figures of the New Martial and Modification System paths are even stronger.

Just like at the end of that video, the seemingly invincible man in black was ultimately blasted into smithereens by a super Energy Cannon with a diameter of tens of meters.

The ultimate power of the Modification and New Martial Systems—how can mere human strength resist that? That would explain Yu Wentong's strength. She's the woman at the apex of Yellow Bear. I just don't know if she follows the New Martial path or the Modification System path...

Lu Yuan closed his eyes, but he could still clearly recall the dazzling galaxy contained within Yu Wentong's body. It was breathtaking.

The road ahead is long and fraught with obstacles... Lu Yuan sighed lightly in his heart and mentally reviewed what Yu Wentong had said to him.

It seemed he still didn't understand the "Innate Evil Martial Physique" Yu Wentong had mentioned. He casually searched for it but instead first found a special school called "Evil Martial."

The most representative faction of the "Evil Martial" school was an organization called the "Evil Martial Association." The Evil Martial Association was established at the beginning of the rise of New Martial and the Modification System, during the years when these new systems had the most significant impact on the Ancient Martial Arts World. A group of Fighters, dissatisfied with the power of Pure Martial arts, began to seek a new power to break the limits of the human body.

Then, the Evil God Sect came into their view. They used various methods—such as transplanting organs from Evil Energy creatures, surgically embedding Evil Energy substances into their bodies, or directly absorbing Evil God Power—to achieve the goal of combining Martial Arts with this new power to resist the might of New Martial and the Modification System. And indeed, they achieved some results.

The Evil Martial Association was not initially called the Evil Martial Association but the War God Alliance, and its first-generation founder even called himself the "God Emperor." At the beginning of the transition between the old and new Martial Arts systems, it greatly salvaged the dignity of Pure Martial arts in the face of the New Martial System.

However, the drawbacks of the Evil Martial system soon emerged. First, the mortality rate during the process of transplanting Evil God Power was very high. Second, even if the transplant was successful, with the erosion of Evil God Power on their minds and bodies, Evil Martial Fighters would, to a greater or lesser extent, exhibit some degree of physical mutation. Drastic changes in temperament, collapse of willpower, and mental confusion became common, and ultimately, almost all of them met a self-destructive end.

Looking at it this way, this Evil Martial system is actually quite similar to the path of an Evil Divine Servant. They are all mutated into monsters by the evil force.

However, Fighters who chose the Evil Martial Tao did not believe in or worship the Evil God. In fact, for Evil Martial Fighters to upgrade the evil force they possessed, they even had to hunt down the corresponding disciples of the Evil God Sect.

They only want the benefits but are unwilling to offer their faith. No wonder most of them meet bad ends. Is this considered a curse from the Evil God?

Lu Yuan's expression couldn't help but turn complex. Actually, it wasn't entirely the fault of those who walked the Evil Martial path for being selfish. The stronger a Fighter was, the more they tended to be egocentric, believing only in themselves, not in deities or spirits. This conflict of belief led to exceptionally intense clashes between the Evil Martial Association and the Evil God Sect; they could almost be called mortal enemies.

Looking back, Lu Yuan now understood why the Strong Divine Servant of the Crow God Sect he had killed had angrily denounced him as a "despicable Skin Thief." He must have mistaken Lu Yuan for a member of the Evil Martial Association.

The "Innate Evil Martial Physique" Yu Wentong mentioned, on the other hand, was a special constitution that could perfectly absorb and control Evil God Power. Without needing any transplantation or modification procedures, individuals with this physique could directly absorb evil force, and their bodies and wills would not be mutated or contaminated by it. It was considered the most coveted super-physique by Ancient Martial Arts Fighters who walked the Evil Martial Tao.

My control over Evil God Power all comes from the class panel. There's no risk of mutation or contamination at all. No wonder I was assumed to have an Innate Evil Martial Physique.

As Lu Yuan was thinking, he suddenly saw another line in the information about the Evil Martial Association—

"Almost every leader of the Evil Martial Association possesses an Innate Evil Martial Physique. Within the Evil Martial Association, the Innate Evil Martial Physique is also known by another name: the 'Heaven Destiny Evil Emperor Body.' Those who possess the Innate Evil Martial Physique are almost automatically considered potential candidates for the next Evil Emperor of the Evil Martial Association..."