Chapter 566: Wu Yue’s True Purpose for Joining the Individual Competition
by 不语忧Chapter 566 Wuyue's True Purpose for Participating in the Individual Competition
Jiang Mubai turned to Annie, "Miss Annie, I hope you can apologize to my sister for your attitude just now."
Annie had long been terrified by Shen Que's fully unleashed murderous aura and psychic energy. Even though she was now an SSS-level mage, her combat power was completely outclassed by Shen Que's.
Shen Que's overwhelming psychic energy showed no mercy toward her. With such psychic power, he didn't even need to lay a hand on her to completely shatter her psychic core—killing her would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Not to mention Shen Que, even Wu Xiuli fully unleashing her psychic energy would make Annie tremble in fear.
Annie gasped nervously, beginning to regret her earlier overconfidence.
She was alone. The sudden rapid growth of her psychic energy had made her arrogant, leading her to recklessly provoke others.
Perhaps her true intention was to catch Prince Noah's attention and make him remember her.
But even when he was about to kill her, he didn't even glance her way.
Annie managed a weak, bitter smile, "I'm sorry, Miss Wuyue. I overreached and offended you. I hope you can forgive me."
Wuyue remained silent. The scene was quiet, and everyone's gaze was cold, making Annie feel utterly humiliated.
The more she tried to assert herself, the more she was ignored.
For someone like her, eager to prove herself, death by a thousand cuts was far more insulting than a swift blow.
Annie's eyes reddened, tears streaming down as she bowed her head and beat a hasty retreat.
Watching Annie's retreating figure, Wuyue asked, "Who is she grouped with?"
Li Yiran recalled, "I think it's Qingxuan."
Wuyue smiled, "Qingxuan, huh."
Richard sucked up, "Should I go talk to Qingxuan and make her life miserable?"
Wuyue, "...Richard, you're a pope after all. Don’t make such a skeevy look."
Richard, "I just wanted to help you out, Miss Wuyue."
Wuyue waved it off dismissively, "Rather than wasting time on meaningless things..."
She rubbed her hands excitedly, "I'm more interested in creating Bosses."
Pointing at Shen Que and Richard, Wuyue instructed, "Let's try again. Shen Que, directly channel the celestial lightning and evil energy into the water.
Richard, use your psychic energy to release it widely, affecting every mutant creature and plant as much as possible."
Shen Que/Richard, "Alright."
Shen Que was the first to unleash his awakened ability. The overwhelming celestial lightning and evil energy poured into the river, instantly striking down large numbers of mutant creatures. The system alerts kept flooding in:
"Congratulations to Shen Que of Temporary Squad 001 for killing 5 mutated crocodiles, gaining 20 points"
"Congratulations to Shen Que of Temporary Squad 001 for killing 4 mutated piranhas, gaining 20 points"
...
Everyone was surprised to find that some mutant creatures, capable of withstanding Shen Que's dispersed awakened ability, became amped up and vicious, entering a blood frenzy.
Chunya immediately unleashed a wave of growth energy into the river, accompanied by Ani's parasitic insects. Fish, insects, and plants thrived together, mutating rapidly under the catalytic effect of celestial lightning, rain, river water, and evil energy.
As these beasts rapidly grew, their size increased, and their appearances underwent obvious transformations.
Wu Yue looked at Wu Xiuli and Richard, "Now."
As soon as the words fell, Richard's Divine Power and Wu Xiuli's Great Poison were simultaneously unleashed.
Through the intense cycle of killing and nurturing, the creatures' survival instincts kicked in, further accelerating their evolution and growth.
As the commotion grew louder, more and more people from other squads gathered, whispering to each other:
"What are they doing?"
"It's obvious—they're trying to hog all the monster resources in this entire river."
Some wanted to take action but were immediately stopped,
"Are you crazy? Don’t you see who’s there?
Royal princes, rich heirs, military generals, nobility descendants, squad captains—they’re all Celestial Dragons.
Whatever they want to do, who dares to compete with them?"
"Damn it, they call it an individual competition, but it’s clearly just a way to give these Celestial Dragons a boost.
These people monopolize the Alliance’s top resources, leaving us far behind, and now they want us to hand them more glory on a platter. It’s just a deliberate humiliation!"
"Look at their lineup—deadweight paired with all-stars. It’s clearly just to boost those slackers."
Li Yiran and Jiang Mubai stood beside Wu Yue. The scene was all too familiar—wasn’t this just like the military personnel during the previous squad friendly matches?
Li Yiran wondered, "Are these people problematic too?"
Jiang Mubai found it strange, "What’s the problem?"
Li Yiran asked, "So these people are already seething with hostility just from watching us fight monsters?"
Wu Yue remained calm, "You’re a rich heir yourself. You must have seen scenes like this often.
All humans have a compassionate side, but everyone is selfish. Even so-called saints achieve self-satisfaction through their saintly actions, don’t they?"
Li Yiran asked, "We’re busy dealing with monsters and our hands are full. Should we intervene?"
Wu Yue shook her head, "No need."
Li Yiran glanced sideways at the growing crowd of squads and individuals. As the number and level of beasts increased, their eyes glinted with obsession and greed.
Li Yiran frowned, "Wu Yue, what are you trying to do?"
An almost joyful smile suddenly appeared on Wu Yue’s face. She said, "The air here is really nice.
Indeed, the stronger a person is, the more potent the hostility released by their greed.
Why is it that, despite the population in the apocalypse being so much smaller than in peacetime, the hostility is dozens of times greater?
Because after years of oppression, everyone’s on edge. Survival is a constant struggle, their hearts are full of resentment, and their minds teeter on the edge of collapse.
The more unsettled people are, the more hostility they produce.
And the more hostility there is, the stronger I become."
Li Yiran looked at Wu Yue in astonishment, watching the ceaseless stream of malevolent energy continuously flowing into her body. The massive amount of malevolent energy she had released earlier to save Shen Que was now steadily returning.
So,
Wu Yue's goal from the very beginning was never about accumulating points.
She was simply taking advantage of the individual competition to gather all the top fighters in the alliance, abusing a glitch to replenish her malevolent energy by mooching off the whole team.
The more resentment and malevolent energy these people harbored, the faster Wu Yue's power would be restored...
Basically,
You hate my guts?
That's just perfect—the more you can't stand me, the stronger I get!!
Angry, huh? Well, I’m here to piss you off even more~
She had been resting for a long time, and now that the alliance's combat power had fully risen, she was ready to reassume her throne as the Moon Goddess, reign supreme, and smash through the Order Realm to rescue her parents.
Since Li Yiran had noticed, Shen Que naturally noticed as well. He gave Wu Yue a dangerous look.
Finally, he understood why Wu Yue had pulled out all the stops to keep him from coming during the registration period.
It was clear that she had come this time to raise hell—to turn the individual competition into a storm of chaos and bloodshed.
"Shen Que."
Hearing Zhou Qianfeng's voice through the competition's issued earpiece.
Shen Que, "Yeah."
Zhou Qianfeng, "Don’t indulge Wu Yue in everything. Play it safe.
With Wu Yue acting like this, how many can resist a temptation this strong?"
Shen Que, "Understood."
Shen Que immediately pulled back his power. The moment he stopped, Richard and Wu Xiuli followed suit.
Watching as everyone ceased their energy output, Wu Yue’s expression turned resentful.
Her energy absorption was going so well—why were they bailing already?
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