91: Chapter 91 S-Rank Rating: The Favored One

Watching the other person stagger back and finally struggle to stand firm, a flicker of satisfaction passed through Zhou Qilin's eyes.

After the other man's left shoulder was pierced by his Telekinetic Shuttle, his face grew visibly paler, his breathing became ragged, and every movement carried a distinct sense of sluggishness.

Zhou Qilin gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With a mere thought, the silver shuttle tore through the air once more.

The opponent tried to dodge as before, but his body couldn't keep up with his consciousness's reactions.

The silver light grazed the outside of his right arm, leaving another trail of blood.

Beads of blood continuously splattered from the man's body, dripping onto the ground and blooming into dark red spots.

The opponent's movements grew slower and slower; every block seemed forced, and his footsteps began to falter.

Seeing this,

Zhou Qilin felt an inexplicable sense of calm settle within him.

Looking at the other man fleeing in such a pathetic state, he suddenly felt it wasn't worth it.

That such a person had actually occupied his mind for so long.

His gaze turned cold, and he suddenly raised his hand, making a grasping motion toward the burning wreckage of the pierced pickup truck nearby.

"Hum!"

The invisible Psychokinesis field instantly enveloped the entire vehicle. Metal twisted and deformed as the chassis was crushed into an irregular, sharp-edged mass of iron in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Qilin swung his arm.

The iron mass soared into the air, carrying a heavy whistling wind as it smashed down toward Gu Changming's head!

The opponent, just as before, exhausted every means to barely escape pathetically from his grasp.

After dodging, the man looked as if he had spent the last of his strength; his head hung low, his shoulders heaved, and his breathing was heavy and clear.

It was as if his next strike would surely claim his life.

Zhou Qilin stopped his attack.

Looking at the man, several gashes had been sliced into his clothes. Blood soaked through the wounds, staining his arms, waist, and legs a deep red, making for a miserable sight.

Zhou Qilin stood in place, his hands hanging down, the Telekinetic Shuttles slowly drifting around him.

Seeing the man's wretched state, a long-lost sense of control rose from the depths of his heart.

His previous suppression and caution finally found a vent at this moment.

He set off, walking unhurriedly toward Gu Changming.

He stopped when he was about five paces away from Gu Changming.

Lowering his head slightly, his gaze fell upon the man from above.

Watching Gu Changming struggle for breath, Zhou Qilin suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

After he laughed, Gu Changming also looked up at him.

As if asking what he was laughing about?

Zhou Qilin met his gaze, hands still in his pockets, his posture relaxed.

Then he began to speak to himself:

"I've told many people that I really like the current human world, but they don't believe me. I don't see why they wouldn't."

"Everything is determined by strength; the strong prey on the weak. It's simple and direct."

"This is the essence, isn't it? So-called civilization, so-called order... they're just a coat. Now that this coat has been torn away, everything original to humanity is exposed."

"Survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak."

"If you can live, you live. If you can't, you get killed. It's very fair, isn't it?"

[200]

Gu Changming glanced at the red numbers at the edge of his vision; the numbers had stopped increasing.

Almost at the same moment the numbers froze, a translucent notification box quietly unfolded in the center of his vision.

[Congratulations, you have obtained an S-Rank Rating: The Favored One]

[The Favored One: You have fully accepted every gift of fate without any form of rejection or interference, and shared your gifts with more than one person during the process.]

[The prize pool is fully stacked; no further gifts will descend.]

Withdrawing his gaze, Gu Changming's eyes fell back onto Zhou Qilin's face.

His previous fatigue and wretchedness had vanished entirely, replaced by a calm—a calm that was somewhat excessive.

The two men's gazes met in the air once more.

Zhou Qilin suddenly felt a trace of unease in his heart, and he quickly raised his finger, flicking it toward Gu Changming.

"Swoosh!"

The Telekinetic Shuttle that had been slowly orbiting him instantly turned into a blinding silver line, tearing through the air and shooting straight for the point between Gu Changming's brows!

Zhou Qilin could almost 'see' the image of the silver shuttle piercing the skull and blood splattering.

However,

Just as the Telekinetic Shuttle shot forward, Gu Changming raised his hand.

It wasn't a desperate block or a panicked dodge.

Even more bizarrely, as Gu Changming raised his hand, Zhou Qilin perceived his Telekinetic Shuttle as if it had crashed into an invisible, viscous wall. Its speed suddenly plummeted, and its trajectory became clearly visible.

Then, Gu Changming's hand steadily caught the Telekinetic Shuttle that was pressed against his forehead.

Zhou Qilin's heart sank abruptly. He immediately surged his Mental Power, trying to force the Telekinetic Shuttle to continue its thrust or break free.

But no matter how much force he applied, the shuttle remained motionless, as if it had been cast into a block of iron.

Zhou Qilin's expression froze in a daze.

The next second, the wrist of Gu Changming's hand holding the Telekinetic Shuttle gave a gentle twist.

"Crack."

A faint but incredibly clear snap, as if some invisible connection had been forcibly broken, exploded in the depths of Zhou Qilin's consciousness!

It was as if the other man had physically snapped the connection between him and the Telekinetic Shuttle.

Before he could recover from this sudden change, Gu Changming's figure vanished from the spot.

No, not vanished—he was too fast!

Zhou Qilin only felt a blur before his eyes, and Gu Changming was already within arm's reach.

In the opponent's hand, at some unknown point, a dark, almost non-reflective black Tang Dao had appeared.

Zhou Qilin's pupils constricted. Almost instinctively, he exploded all his Psychokinesis backward, dragging his body into a rapid retreat!

A flash of blade light passed before him.

Splashes of blood also flashed across his vision at the same time.

Zhou Qilin had used his Psychokinesis to pull back a considerable distance, stopping while still shaken.

He looked in horror at Gu Changming, who had stood firm again in the distance, then subconsciously looked down at himself.

His clothes were intact, there was no wound on his chest... Did that strike just now... miss?

No, that's not right.

A sudden wave of warm moisture came from the side of his neck.

He reached out to touch it, and his fingertips met a sticky wetness.

He immediately blocked the wound with his hand, then spent several hundred points to exchange for a Healing Potion from the mall. Ignoring the glass shards, he crushed it and pressed it directly onto the wound on his neck.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to think about how this reversal had happened.

The instinct for survival overrode everything. One hand clutched the neck wound tightly while his toes pushed off the ground, and simultaneously, he used all his Psychokinesis to pull his body upward in a frantic explosion!

With the recoil of his frantically driven Psychokinesis, Zhou Qilin's body was like a kite with its string cut, suddenly soaring dozens of meters into the high sky.

The wound on his neck sent a tearing pain through him from the violent movement, but he couldn't care about that. As soon as he stabilized himself, he hurriedly looked down.

The ground was empty... Gu Changming's figure had disappeared.

How is that possible? His heart chilled as a cold shiver ran up his spine.

The next instant, a slight but clear vibration came from above his head.

Zhou Qilin's neck went stiff. With a trace of unbelievable dread, he snapped his head up to look.

The morning light happened to spill over from the edge of the horizon. Against the light, he saw that figure.

Gu Changming stood high in the air, his figure completely covered by the rising morning sun. Zhou Qilin couldn't see his face, only a blurred silhouette enveloped in a halo of light.

The figure hung there quietly, looking down at him.