Chapter 00057: The Trap and the Ambush
# The Trap and the Ambush
Chapter 57
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 57: The Trap and the Ambush
At this point, even the dullest person could see that these two were here to cause trouble.
Why don't they dare to have a good fight with Sister Wen?
Has anyone even asked for my opinion?!
Goodness, I'm a peacemaker; I don't want to fight!
The main thing is, in situations like this, there are no benefits in winning or losing.
It's not that he fears losing; he fears what happens if he wins.
This guy has a smile hiding a knife, and who knows how much he might hold onto a grudge if he wins...
Of course, there's also a good chance he wouldn't need to remember any grudges at all.
He could just be buried directly.
Since Ji Jue turned ten, he has never held back when doing things.
As a child, he would fight multiple opponents; later, with Lu Feng, it turned into two against more.
He would gladly put in twelve parts of effort if he could.
Kicking, trampling, twisting fingers, all done without hesitation.
If you talk about life and death with him, he won’t back down.
But mention stopping at a certain point, and that’s when he starts to get scared.
What do you mean by stopping at a certain point? That term doesn’t exist in my dictionary!
“Don’t, don’t, don’t. Fighting and killing hurts feelings,” he forced a smile, waving his hand, “After all, swords have no eyes; causing trouble would be a shame.”
“Haha, your arrogance really reflects some skill from Master Ye. You truly are a favored disciple,” Kong Qingyan laughed, her praise sarcastically dripping, “Don’t worry, we are not people who lose easily; rather than worry about my younger brother pulling tricks, why don’t you think about yourself!”
Ji Jue fell silent, letting out a sigh.
He looked at Professor Ye, who remained calm, as if knowing exactly what Ji Jue was thinking.
He simply waved his hand, “If you want to fight, then fight. With two masters here, are you afraid of killing?”
If one dies, it’s just a matter of lacking skill—nothing to blame others for.
Ji Jue’s eyebrows raised slightly.
Since you’ve put it that way…
“Then I really can’t hold back.” He placed his hand on the gun holster behind him and smiled politely.
Two minutes later, the spacious courtyard of the factory was still spotless.
Above the azure sky, not a cloud was in sight, and the sun blazed.
A few birds flew by, singing as they passed; everything felt so fresh.
The distant road echoed with the sounds of vehicles passing by, and further away, the tide could be heard, rolling in waves.
What a fine day for a fight.
“According to the duel standards of chosen ones, the process is unlimited, weapons are unlimited, and methods are unlimited. The first to concede or unable to continue will be deemed the loser,” Ye Xian proclaimed, standing in the shade with his hands behind his back. “You may begin.”
Ji Jue and Lou Feng stood ten meters apart, facing each other.
Unlike Ji Jue, who confidently displayed his gun, Lou Feng stood empty-handed with his hands in his pockets.
Dressed in high-end attire, his hair and shoes shone with a waxy glow under the sun, making him appear extraordinarily wealthy.
In comparison, Ji Jue’s worn-out sports shoes, cargo pants, and T-shirt displayed his poverty in stark relief.
Even taken together, his outfit wouldn’t cost as much as Lou Feng’s one button, showcasing his destitution shamelessly.
Not to mention the rings on Lou Feng’s fingers, the bracelet on his wrist, the necklace, and the gold-trimmed glasses on his face—each radiated a spirit-like glow.
What a complete set of gear!
At this moment, Lou Feng merely adjusted his glasses and smiled gracefully. “Brother Ji, please teach me.”
“Sure thing…” As soon as Ji Jue spoke, his pupils constricted.
Boom!
The emblem of the White Deer flashed at his legs for a moment.
Without warning, his body shifted left several meters.
The screeching sound of his shoes scraping against the ground rang out with a sharpness.
The sudden dodge nearly threw him off balance!
And at the spot where he originally stood, a mournful shriek was heard, along with a flash of white light that passed by, bringing a cutting wind like a knife!
What was that?
An ambush?!
At that moment, the last shred of Ji Jue’s pretense vanished: how could this guy be so underhanded?!
If it weren’t for the warning texts from Ye Chun earlier and yesterday’s terrifying training with Old Zhang, he might have been knocked over immediately.
The Lou family had a special inheritance, with chosen ones from each generation awakening their powers through the same heavenly craft.
Thus, the abilities awakened were fixed, merely varying in strength.
—Spirit Matter Shaping!
As the name suggests, his ability allowed him to transform his spirit matter into various shapes at will, fluidly switching between liquid, solid, and gas, ever-changing.
With such an ability, Lou family chosen ones often leaned towards the metamorphic lineage to further explore their potential, or they might invest in entropy to enhance their might and destructiveness.
However, when applied to the embers lineage, it held another distinct utility, directly allowing him to apply alchemical operations to his spirit matter, achieving fundamental change and greater controllability.
Kong Qingyan inherited the matrix named “Skilled Artisan,” which maximized the alchemy speed of craftsmen, perfectly complementing Lou Feng’s abilities.
This meant Lou Feng already carried countless invisible weapons on him!
Damn it, here’s someone who’s already been trained, coming to bully a complete rookie… What a lack of shame!
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lou Feng was momentarily stunned when his long-prepared attack failed.
But his surprise extended beyond just that missed strike; the way Ji Jue responded puzzled him even more.
His gaze shifted from wary, to doubtful, then to realization.
He calmly said, “Sorry, it seems I misunderstood.”
What the hell did you misunderstand?!
Without hesitating, Ji Jue raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
The crispness of shattering sounds rang out in the air.
Right in front of Lou Feng, spirit matter flowed, swiftly manifesting as a massive shield—almost more than one layer.
It seemed specially trained, as aside from the externally hardened portion, the interior contained multiple layers of liquid spirit matter, allowing Ji Jue to see the bullets slowly spinning within, ultimately deflected and plummeting harmlessly.
It seems that blocking bullets is indeed the basic training of the Lou family.
At the same time, Ji Jue heard another rush of wind.
The glimmer of spirit matter flickered, striking down like a hammer.
The sharp, diamond-like edge plummeted toward his forehead but missed by a hair, crashing down onto the ground, cracking the earth open!
Ji Jue had already dodged.
Effortlessly.
This wasn’t a jab; attacks of such level weren’t even worthy of carrying Old Zhang’s shoes!
If it weren't for the spirit matter offense and defense training session yesterday, he might have just played dead like a lazy donkey...
Thanks, Old Zhang.
Once I have money, I’ll definitely buy a gold card at your massage parlor!
“Seems you’re quite skilled at physical changes and the enhancement of the best kind; it’s clear you’ve trained a lot,” Kong Qingyan remarked from afar, glancing at Professor Ye. “But you didn’t teach him Dissolution Technique?”
Ye Xian fell silent, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.
He did not bother with her probing.
Instead, he was inclined to chuckle; it seemed they really did come prepared, directly defending against this move, right?
As for physical changes and enhancement of the best kind… What nonsense! Ji Jue had only been in class a few days! For application-based courses, she hadn’t had time to teach anything besides the foundational knowledge!
Her fingers, clasped behind her, twitched slightly.
Until the day before yesterday, he wouldn’t have been able to do any of this; but now, he was already proficient, not even needing any warm-up?!
… So, this exaggerated level of proficiency was gained yesterday at the Security Bureau?
But even now, using the skills of physical enhancement and the best kind, Ji Jue was still being pressured into a defensive struggle, unable to counterattack, almost like he was being toyed with.
The anger was mounting.
If I had a shotgun loaded with slugs here, would I still be in this pathetic state?!
Since that’s the case, I won’t pretend to be some model gentlemen anymore…
Seizing a moment, after emptying a magazine at Lou Feng, Ji Jue suddenly widened his eyes, shouting, “Brother Lou, watch your back!”
“…”
For an instant, even Lou Feng was taken aback—no, he was shocked.
Astounded by why his opponent would use such a childish trick!
And why he felt he would actually fall for it?
You must be joking!
Is it really the case that I would turn back and look like a fool—
“—Beep!!!”
In that instant, it felt like fate roared with a cacophonous sound that filled in the final syllable.
It was just inches away!
A large, fierce shadow fell from the sky, casting itself over the stunned face turned backward, morphing into a comical and awkward image.
In the next moment, Ji Jue’s newly installed tire crushed down on Lou Feng’s face with a tremendous bang, the tire revolving as if a wild bull was roaring.
Crush!
The spirit matter defense shattered in response, and shortly after, a mark gooey with mud and dirt printed itself firmly on his face.
Lou Feng fell back under the impact, his necklace flashing brightly.
A terrifying repelling force erupted, instantly bouncing Ji Jue’s bike away.
In mid-air, the bike rolled adeptly.
Once both wheels hit the ground, it swiftly returned to Ji Jue’s side, enjoying strokes and praise from its master.
Ji Jue smirked slightly.
You’re making a fool of yourself, when you should be going along with the joke!
“Well, it’s common knowledge that my ability is to control tools. So it’s only normal for me to carry a small motorcycle,” Ji Jue said nonchalantly in response to Lou Feng’s furious glare.
Lou Feng's expression darkened, and under layers of hardened spirit matter protection, he slowly wiped the mud and dirt from his face.
His gaze turned to the small, twisting motorcycle beside Ji Jue, growing more vigilant.
But his attack showed no mercy!
Did he think he’d intimidate people just by taking a half-baked product from his teacher?
Dream on!
At this moment, Kong Qingyan remained silent outside, not believing Ji Jue would bluff with Ye Xian’s equipment like Lou Feng did.
Any competent craftsman could tell how rough and chaotic it was.
Three out of the four fundamental elements were outright invalidated!
No joke; something this messy and utterly chaotic, even prideful Ye Xian would rather hang herself than make such a shoddy product!
So who made it?
That kid called Ji Jue?!
Her narrow, elongated eyes snapped toward Ji Jue, sensing the resonation of spirit matter between him and the little motorcycle, and the spirit’s clever response, barely able to hide the jealousy burning in her eyes.
Hadn’t he only been an apprentice for half a year? At most, a year! How could he have completed such a high-spec creation?!
Was she supposed to be beaten down by that dead woman Ye Xian all the time?!
“What are you still dawdling for, Ah Feng?!”
Kong Qingyan reprimanded fiercely, “Didn’t I teach you this?!”
Lou Feng stayed silent, not uttering a word.
His expression was suddenly tense, pale as paper—but the waves of spirit matter within him immediately surged.
Accompanied by the flow of runes and spirit matter circuits, amplified by the enhancement of Skilled Artisan, the specialized application of the best kind emblem soon took shape.
Even its complexity exceeded Ji Jue’s!
—Heavenly Origin!
At that instant, with a flick of his hand, Ji Jue felt his body grow lighter, stumbling slightly as if he might fall!
Sensing an immense force pulling him from Lou Feng's direction!
From what shaped in the Heavenly Origin—gravity!
Damn, I didn’t pay attention while writing, and just now realized Lou Feng’s original name collided with major characters from other books.
Honestly, these couple of days have been bothering me no end; I truly didn’t notice.
Please don’t misunderstand.
I just joined the Sichuan Network Association, and offending the chair would get my head smashed (ORZ).
(End of this chapter)