"How is his speed so fast?"
"If this were against an enemy, wouldn't Nangong Ling have been killed instantly?"
"If he can kill Nangong Ling instantly, wouldn't slaughtering us be child's play?"
"But Nangong Ling is supposed to be the top genius of our generation..."
Everyone stood speechless, the scene before them feeling utterly unreal.
A cold sweat dripped down Nangong Ling's forehead. His body stiffened, eyes wide open.
"I refuse to believe this!" Nangong Ling gritted his teeth.
Qin Yang shook his head helplessly. "Seeing is believing. Trust me, your eyes and everyone else's are perfectly fine. In fact, it's not just me—anyone could achieve this."
Nangong Ling laughed bitterly. "Are you saying anyone can defeat me?"
Qin Yang replied, "What I mean is, your weakness lies in the time it takes to draw your bow and nock an arrow. In the span of that motion, any cultivator in the late Qi Sea Realm or higher could easily cover that distance."
Wei Yu's eyes lit up from the sidelines. For some reason, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Now that he thought about it, it made perfect sense. This way, the suddenly appearing youngster wasn't quite as terrifying after all.
"So you were just toying with me?" Nangong Ling's eyes burned with anger.
Qin Yang burst out laughing. "You're the one who insisted on challenging me. What could I do? I clearly warned you this was unfair..."
Hearing this, Nangong Ling's face flushed crimson, leaving him speechless.
Indeed, it was true. He had refused to believe Qin Yang could outrun an arrow, insisting on the challenge. This couldn't be blamed on Nangong Ling alone - anyone would have fallen for such reasoning. Who would ever calculate the time it takes to nock an arrow and draw a bow?
"Your generosity is appreciated," Qin Yang said, extending his hand.
"What's the meaning of this?" Nangong Ling frowned.
"Sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones, thank you," Qin Yang replied with a smile.
Sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones represented staggering wealth for ordinary people. Even among the Eight Divine Clans' scions, such a sum held significant value.
"You're trying to extort me after humiliating me? What if I refuse?" Nangong Ling sneered.
"Are you trying to renege on our agreement?" Qin Yang's expression turned serious. "I will strike you."
Nangong Ling's anger flared. "Do you know who I am? I am the direct heir of the Nangong Clan, one of the Eight Divine Clans!"
"Oh, so you don't know who I am?" Qin Yang asked.
Nangong Ling shook his head, and Wei Yu and the others clearly didn't recognize Qin Yang either.
"Perfect then," Qin Yang shrugged, extending his hand. "Hand over the money."
Everyone was utterly confused, their minds swimming with question marks.
What's the meaning of this?
How is this perfect?
Qin Yang explained, "See, I know who you are and your impressive lineage. But you don't know me. So I'll beat you up and leave. You won't even know my name. How could you possibly find me?"
His logic is actually quite sound...
Wei Yu and the others found themselves speechless.
"No backbone at all. You call yourselves the Eight Divine Clans? You can't even part with some money without fussing!" Qin Yang sneered as he finally received the payment - one high-grade spirit stone and sixty mid-grade ones.
"If you've got guts, leave your name!" Nangong Ling shouted, his voice strained with reluctance.
Qin Yang chuckled, "You'll know my name soon enough. Just check the Northern Hunter Rankings in a few days. You'll find out then."
"How arrogant!"
"What's he talking about?"
"Even if he's strong, that doesn't mean he'll be efficient at hunting beasts! It's not just about cultivation level!"
Nangong Ling sneered, "Do you share my name?"
In other words, he was absolutely confident in maintaining his first-place position indefinitely.
"See? You don't believe me again!" Qin Yang said with a resigned expression, weighing the spirit stones in his hand and taunting, "Want to win these back?"
Nangong Ling was about to agree when Wei Yu hurriedly pulled him aside and whispered, "Don't gamble with him. Who knows what kind of background he has? His cultivation level being higher than ours is one thing, but we don't know what tricks he has up his sleeve. I suspect he's here to probe your capabilities. Now he wants to gamble with you? He must be supremely confident!"
"So what if he's confident? Do you think I'll lose to him again?" Nangong Ling frowned and strode toward Qin Yang.
"Fine, let's gamble one more time! In a month, if you're first on the Northern Hunter Rankings, I'll give you sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones! But if I'm first, not only will you return the sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones you won earlier, but you'll also have to publicly admit in front of everyone that you're inferior to me!" Nangong Ling declared loudly.
"Agreed! Let's make it official!" Qin Yang smiled, then turned and left.
"What have you two been discussing?" Jin Wanshan asked.
Qin Yang recounted the entire sequence of events and handed over the spirit stones he had won to Lou Mengyu.
In the span of a short while, he had earned sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones. Moreover, there was another sixteen thousand at stake for the first-place position in the monthly rankings.
Spirit stones flowed into Qin Yang's coffers like water, their rapid accumulation making even Jin Wanshan's eyes gleam with envy.
"How is the Nangong Clan's archery? Is it truly that formidable? Show us a couple of moves!" Jin Wanshan urged.
Qin Yang rolled his eyes. "I've already said it's archery. First, I don't have a bow. Second, I don't have arrows. How am I supposed to demonstrate anything? Though I must say, the Nangong Clan's Ten Shocking Feathers technique is truly exceptional!"
As his words hung in the air, Jin Wanshan and Lou Mengyu exchanged a silent glance.
Jin Wanshan regarded Qin Yang with a peculiar expression. "Your 'returning an opponent's own methods against them' technique finally has a weakness. I've found its flaw!"
Qin Yang's curiosity was piqued. "What flaw?"
Lou Mengyu spoke up, "The Nangong Clan's archery technique is the Nine Shocking Feathers, not some Ten Shocking Feathers."
"Is that so?" Qin Yang found himself momentarily stunned, inwardly calling out to the System.
Opening the interface, Qin Yang saw: Cultivation Technique: 3/10; Martial Skill: 3/10. The cultivation technique he had previously copied was indeed an ordinary Profound-grade method, but the martial skill was undoubtedly arrow-based—the Ten Shocking Feathers.
Yet the Nangong Clan's arrow technique was called Nine Shocking Feathers? Why was there an extra arrow here?
System, what rank is this Ten Shocking Feathers martial skill? Qin Yang mentally inquired.
The System never provided notifications about the rank of copied techniques or skills, only occasionally alerting when they exceeded the host's current realm.
After Qin Yang's inquiry, the System responded: "A fragmented Heaven-grade martial skill. Automatically completed by the System. Completion result: God-grade."
Qin Yang blinked. God-grade? Weren't cultivation techniques and martial skills only categorized into four ranks—Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow—corresponding to the Stellar, Zongshi, Qi Sea, and Qi Gathering Realms respectively?
Beyond these realms, there were no cultivation techniques; instead, one developed divine abilities in the Godking Realm...
This God-grade martial skill...
And it had been fragmented yet completed...
Did the Unrivaled Replication System actually possess such heaven-defying capabilities?
"What's wrong?" Jin Wanshan asked, observing Qin Yang's rapidly shifting expressions. "Even if we exposed you, there's no need for such a reaction."
"Um..." Qin Yang considered his words. "Do you have any fragmented Heaven-grade cultivation techniques or martial skills?"