Chapter 17: Becoming A Sentinel (2/2)
“Would you spout so much bullshit if you really believed in the level difference?” Lu Yin’s lips twitched. Seeing the glint in her eyes even as she remained silent, he continued, “Combat level is just a measure of the outward influence of someone’s star energy; it isn’t an actual reading of one’s ability in battle. That’s the first line in most textbooks.”
“That’s just the books trying not to upset mediocre students. The higher one’s combat level, the more their star energy can suppress the opponent. Why else do you think Terence is almost twice as strong as me? I can’t make up for that with battle techniques.”
Lu Yin walked closer, “Then attack me, if you’re that confident.”
Jeraldine stared coldly at the approaching Lu Yin, retrieving a fire crystal from her cosmic ring. She forced herself to execute a Flame Palm that would defeat Lu Yin in a single strike. The rebound of that attack would injure her again, but she was left with no choice.
Lu Yin watched the deep blaze in her palm and lifted his own, the moon starting to spin as he used Cosmic Palm without the slightest hesitation. The contact explosion completely extinguished the flames, fracturing Jeraldine’s arm and ending her flying a hundred meters away. She stared at him in pain and shock, unable to believe that a single strike could hurt her so severely. Just what kind of battle technique was that? Shockwave Palm was no match for her Fire Palm, and she was supposed to be twice as strong as him!
Lu Yin himself wasn’t surprised, nonchalantly glancing at his palm. The power of his strike had risen again now that he was a Sentinel, with traces of stars in the attack as well. The explosion suppressed everything with just a single cosmic body; what would happen when he had two, or ten or twenty? How powerful would it be then? He wouldn’t even dare imagine it; he just knew that he simply couldn’t reveal this battle technique’s origins.
The explosions attracted Qin Xuan and the rest once more, and when the troops reappeared, they only saw Lu Yin standing on the ground next to Zhou Shan.
“Brother Lu?” Feng Hong was shocked. They had all been too far from the battle to see what had happened.
“Lock this woman up and save the Executioner,” Lu Yin ordered.
Jeraldine was quickly brought away by the troops, but as Zhou Shan was moved onto a stretcher he regained consciousness and called out in a weak voice, “Wait.”
Everyone drew closer, and the Executioner turned to Lu Yin, “I’ll need your help… Protect Nanjing while I recover.”
“Don’t worry,” Lu Yin nodded.
“Thank you.” With that, Zhou Shan immediately fainted again.
Nanjing had suffered heavy losses in today’s battle. Lu Yin ordered the troops to rebuild the destroyed assembly grounds and pacified the survivors before commanding Luo Yi and group to rush back to the city. Fortunately, these were things he didn’t need to worry about himself, allowing him to head to the lowest level of the camp’s prisons.
All four of Jeraldine’s limbs had been locked and tied up, with a number of guns trained on her from all around. They would fire at the first sign of abnormal movements, blowing her to pieces, but Lu Yin ordered the guards away and walked over alone. Taking off her cosmic ring, he unlocked it with a drop of blood from her finger and emptied her belongings onto the floor. Not many people could afford these things, with Vesta and even Orton not being in possession of one. He’d already cleared out Terence’s ring just before he came here, and now it was Jeraldine’s turn.
“What are you?” Jeraldine asked as he sorted through her stuff.
Lu Yin smiled, “What do you think?”
“You don’t belong on this primitive planet, you have to have come from elsewhere in the universe,” she reasoned, staring at Lu Yin with gritted teeth.