Wonder—Tricks of Fate!
Gong Yinhu unleashed his skill in an instant.
Countless versions of him split from his body. Every single one was the true body, and every single one possessed power identical to his own.
Destiny held boundless possibilities; perhaps a single choice could give rise to a completely different parallel world.
Gong Yinhu's skill was, in truth, to pull countless slightly differing versions of "himself" from "potential" parallel worlds into reality.
The next second, every Gong Yinhu attacked Yu Xian at once. A dense swarm of fists, cloaked in the golden brilliance of fate's power, blasted toward Yu Xian.
Two fists could not fend off four hands. Even though Yu Xian was faster than Gong Yinhu, facing an entire host of them, he still had no choice but to step back.
That retreat.
That single step.
It placed him a thousand meters away.
Then, the power of primal chaos and myriad phenomena erupted from his body.
It spread in all directions like tentacles before morphing into ferocious colossal dragons.
The Dragons of Everlasting Inversion.
These were paradox dragons formed by combining the power of primal chaos and myriad phenomena with any arbitrary matter.
For instance, combining the power with air produced the [Air Inversion Dragon], which could turn the freest wind into the least free wind, and the softest breeze into the hardest gale.
Countless Gong Yinhus slammed headfirst into the air, immediately feeling as if they had plunged into a swamp, unable to advance an inch.
That was not all.
Floating in midair, Yu Xian smiled faintly as he injected the power of primal chaos and myriad phenomena into the earth below.
The thickest, most solid ground instantly transformed into a dragon of surging earthen fluid that soared into the sky; in the blink of an eye, its razor-sharp whiskers sliced four Gong Yinhus blocking its path in half at the waist.
Witnessing this, the surviving Gong Yinhus bristled with fury, unleashing their skill in unison: Great Fate Torrent Art!
In an instant, every Gong Yinhu radiated golden light as a colossal golden array formed in the sky. Then, dense golden threads cascaded downward like a deluge.
The Air Inversion Dragon took the brunt of the assault. Looming above Yu Xian, it unleashed its power straight upward. Yet the torrent of fate possessed the attribute of absolute forward momentum; whether it was the hardest air or the Air Inversion Dragon itself, all was overwhelmed and shattered by the torrent of fate.
"I see. This is the fate of all class users in the Zhen Realm!" Yu Xian laughed as he watched the torrent of fate surge toward him after crushing the Air Inversion Dragon.
Just as the torrent of fate was about to touch him, he activated the skill [Origin Chess Player], instantly swapping places with one of the Gong Yinhus. He appeared where Gong Yinhu had been, while Gong Yinhu appeared in his place.
Choice of Fate!
Seeing the torrent of fate suddenly loom directly before him, Gong Yinhu's pupils contracted violently, and he triggered a skill on the spot.
At that moment, time stopped.
Gong Yinhu glanced toward Yu Xian, who was frozen as well, and immediately shot a thread of fate toward him.
[Choice of Fate] could halt time at critical moments. Within stopped time, Gong Yinhu could think or execute ten actions. For example, raising his hand counted as one action, and shooting a thread of fate counted as the second. Once all ten actions were exhausted, time would resume its flow. Naturally, even if he did nothing at all, when time's duration ran out, time would resume as well.
Yet just as Gong Yinhu's thread of time was about to touch Yu Xian, Yu Xian—who had merely been feigning paralysis—suddenly moved.
Smiling faintly, he shattered the incoming thread of fate with a gathered punch. After crushing the thread, the force of his strike did not diminish in the slightest; crossing the thousand-meter distance in an instant, it slammed heavily into the stunned Gong Yinhu, blowing him apart on the spot.
Yu Xian possessed the Immeasurable Sacred Body; neither temporal nor spatial abilities could harm him. Gong Yinhu hoping to defeat him with a time stop was nothing but a fool's dream.
The moment this Gong Yinhu exploded, time resumed flowing, and the torrent of fate crashed down, washing away what remained of the blasted Gong Yinhu until nothing was left.
"Too weak. I'm... bored now.
"Abilities governed by the rules of order aren't entirely useless against me, but they pose zero threat."
Yu Xian looked toward the other Gong Yinhus as the power of primal chaos and myriad phenomena gradually enveloped his fist. He was ready to get serious and finish this quickly.
He had been willing to play house with Gong Yinhu partly because he appreciated Gong Yinhu's spirit of "knowing there was a fish on the mountain yet deliberately heading toward Fish Mountain," and partly because he had nothing better to do and didn't mind playing around.
But his enthusiasm was only a flash in the pan; once he realized Gong Yinhu was far too weak, his interest evaporated.
"This next punch—take it well!" Yu Xian warned with a smile as he looked at all the Gong Yinhus.
Although Gong Yinhu still wanted to struggle, resist, and fight—such as using the skill [Shared Fate] to forcibly bind his destiny to Yu Xian's, so that Yu Xian would perish if he died—the skill failed to activate.
The Immeasurable Sacred Body was completely immune to his fate skills.
Then, he saw Yu Xian's fist roar like a dragon.
No.
It truly was a dragon roaring.
The Dragon of Everlasting Inversion—fist version.
Channeling the power of primal chaos and myriad phenomena, Yu Xian transformed his right fist into the "Right Fist Inversion Dragon," then threw a punch with his absolute maximum strength.
A dragon-shaped shockwave erupted. It tore straight through the countless Gong Yinhus, plummeted toward the surface, and slammed into the ground.
A single blow.
Every Gong Yinhu was reduced to ash and vapor, while the Baihe Continent shattered entirely, transforming from a whole continent into scattered islands.
"Nooooo!"
"Mr. Gong!"
"Bastard! Don't kill Mr. Gong! If you've got the guts, come at me!"
"Impossible! It's impossible! How could Boss Gong lose to Yu Xian?"
Staring at the now-blackened livestreams, the class users denied reality in frenzy, while countless others cursed and hurled insults at Yu Xian.
Yet they soon had no time left to watch broadcasts. Having finished off Gong Yinhu, Yu Xian ordered his summoned beasts to proceed with the plan, and the slaughter resumed.
……
Zhiqiu.
Yujia'ao Prison.
Gong Yinhu slowly awoke from slumber. Opening his eyes, he saw the wooden slats of the upper bunk.
For some reason, he felt as though an eternity had passed. The surrounding environment felt both alien and familiar.
Sitting up in bed, he stared blankly around him as his memories gradually cleared. His name was Gong Damao. He was forty-six years old. He had been thrown into prison for swindling tens of millions from several celebrities.
To tell the truth, the trigger for his imprisonment had been a certain celebrity evading taxes, which ended up implicating him.
Once the authorities investigated, he had been gifted a pair of silver bracelets, and he probably wouldn't be walking out of prison for the rest of his life.
"Old Cat, what time is it?" the prisoner in the next bunk muttered groggily, seeing Gong Yinhu sit up, and casually threw out the question.
*I'm not called Old Cat.*
Gong Yinhu instinctively wanted to refute it, but then suddenly remembered that his nickname really was Old Cat.
Back when he was young and running on the streets, "Damao" sounded the same as "Big Cat," so people had called him Big Cat. As he got older, his nickname gradually changed from Big Cat to Old Cat.
But a big cat was supposed to be a tiger.
Gong Yinhu fell silent.
If there was an afterlife, he didn't want to play an old cat. He wanted to play a tiger.
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