My Special Ability is Perfect Replication

Supersonic Shift Arcana and Angelization Arcana

“The Supersonic Shift Arcana gives Christopher that terrifying speed!”

“At Level-One, his speed could reach Mach One; at Level-Two, Mach Four. He is now a Level-Five arcanist capable of a speed of Mach Ten,” Zhou Ji said.

“Mach 10? How fast is that?”

Ling Jiu looked at that Caucasian guy with blond hair and blue eyes. “How could his body cope at that speed?”

As an object moved, it would encounter air resistance. The faster it moved, the higher the air resistance was.

Once an object traveled faster than the speed of sound, the air resistance would be enormous. When compounded with shock waves and other phenomena, a person’s body could get ripped apart, or even disintegrate.

Taking a supersonic fighter jet as an example, before the fourth-generation fighter jets came into being, the third-generation fighter jets could not perform sustainable supersonic flight. If a third-generation jet traveled at supersonic speed over one or two minutes, it would probably disintegrate.

That would happen to a fighter jet made of alloy materials, let alone a body of flesh and blood.

Apparently, without a tough-enough body, nothing could sustain supersonic flight. Yet, Christopher could move at Mach 10.

How strong his body had to be to do that?

“This is his other arcana!” Zhou Ji said.

“Angelization Arcana?” Ling Jiu raised an eyebrow.

“Do you believe there are angels in this world, Ling Jiu?” Zhou Ji asked back instead of answering his question.

He was stunned by Zhou Ji’s question and he did not know how to answer. In principle, he was an atheist, not believing in any form of gods.

The question here was: what else was impossible when even Transmigration was already a reality?

“No one really knows for sure if angels exist. But after activating Angelization, Christopher does look like an angel,” Zhou Ji said in slow pace. “Standing at five meters tall with a pair of golden wings and a holy aura, he does really look like a legendary angel. People call this morphing ability of Christopher’s Angelization Arcana. Many Christian Westerners even see Christopher as an angel incarnation. He has many followers there.”

Ling Jiu had no word for it. “Is the Angelization Arcana powerful?”

“The Angelization Arcana has a single function, which is physical enhancement. But that is enough to make him sustain the supersonic speed. That’s the incredible part of him,” Zhou Ji said. “There is a saying that goes, ‘nothing beats speed when it comes to martial arts.’ When a person’s speed reaches a certain threshold, that person would become incredibly powerful. So you can imagine how powerful Christopher is.”

“He is incredible!”

Ling Jiu licked to moisten his dry lips. His heart fluttered; Supersonic Shift was really a damn good arcana.

He could not imagine how good it would be if he could replicate this arcana and use it in combination with his Tungsten Form.

Just then, the large alloy door leading to the Twelve Underground Chambers opened. Everyone looked over.

A hunky African stood at the doorway, looking at them. “Twelve midnight. The Twelve Underground Chambers is open!”

“First, second, and third place winners go to Level One.”

“Fourth, fifth, and sixth place winners go to Level Two.”

“Seventh, eighth, and ninth place winners go to Level Three.”

“You all may stay in the cultivation chambers for the next three days. Your rewards of Vitality-enhancement fluid and Gene Arcana-enhancement fluid have been placed in your respective chambers. You all may consume them directly. All right, get in now!”

“Yes, sir!”

Passing the large alloy door, Ling Jiu came to Level 3. With him were a Caucasian girl and a guy with brown hair.

The three nodded at each other, then entered their respective cultivation chambers.

The chamber was about 20 meter square with a thick alloy wall on three sides and an opening on one side. There was no wall at the opening, not even a glass window.

Amazed by what he saw, Ling Jiu could not help but walk to the side with no wall and looked down.

He broke out in a cold sweat at seeing a large fissure below.

The fissure was winding, several hundred-meter-wide and over ten-kilometer-long. It was immensely deep as he could not see clearly the bottom.

There was a faint blue light shining out of the fissure, making it look like the mouth of a giant monster about to swallow him.

“So this is the dimensional fissure?”

Ling Jiu was wide-eyed. The dimensional fissure apparently laid beneath the earth. When it appeared, the earth had cracked open.

It was the earth’s crack on the surface, and the dimensional fissure was at the bottom.

“Where does this fissure lead me to if I were to fall into it? An alien planet, or extraterrestrial region? Probably not. More like the fissure will rip me apart into million pieces.”

Ling Jiu observed the fissure for a while before getting himself ready for practicing self-cultivation.

He first came in front of a rack and took up two test tubes.

One tube contained greenish fluid while the other silverish fluid.

“This greenish fluid must be the intermediate vitality-enhancement fluid, and the silverish one the intermediate vitality-enhancement fluid. Which one should I take first?”

He hesitated for a while before picking the greenish one and threw the content down his throat.

It tasted sourly sweet, much like plum soup. But the pleasant feeling did not last long. He was then hit by dry and hot, and tingling sensation.

He felt a stream of warm energy rise from his abdomen and spread to the rest of his organs and body—chest, arms, back, legs, neck, and head.

It felt as if he had gulped down an entire bottle of liquor. The burning sensation was mixed with unbearable itchiness.

Gradually, the itchiness was getting worse. He felt as if there were a million ants crawling all over his body. All he could do was to refrain from scratching and bear with it.

It was hot.

He felt his body boiling, as if he had a 45ºC hype fever.

It was itchy.

It was unbelievably itchy, so much so that it almost killed him.

“Who the hell invented this thing? This is so freaking weird!” Ling Jiu cursed quietly.

Unknowing to him, however, amid these dry and hot and itchy sensations, his body was transforming, or in another word, enhanced.

His skin and flesh, his tendons and bones, and his organs were rapidly toughening.

His muscles became stronger; his fascia was more powerful and flexible; his bones became tougher.

Everything happened so quickly at a thousand times faster than on normal days.

But as intense and rapid as the sensation was, it faded just as quick and completely disappeared after ten minutes.

“That’s it?”

Ling Jiu took a couple of heavy breaths, then found that he had sweated like a pig with a layer of black stuff on his skin. He stank to high heaven.

“That’s disgusting!”

Ling Jiu frowned, thinking of cleaning himself up. But he found that there was not even a bathroom in the cultivation chamber so he had no choice but to bear with it.

“Never mind. Practicing self-cultivation is more important.”

After giving himself a pep talk, Ling Jiu picked up another test tube—the one that contained the Gene Arcana-enhancement fluid—and drank the entire content.