Chapter 884: Crazy Stealing of Skills

To put an end to it…
Yes, it was indeed time to bring everything to a close.
…
In his past life!
Kai Xin didn’t understand the specific role and influence of a powerful gang in group missions, but in this life, he understood.
In his past life!
Kai Xin didn’t grasp the true strength that could be unleashed when a group of people worked together.
Now he knew clearly.
He understood that no matter how strong an individual was, they were useless in the face of an organization.
It was like a single person carrying out missions in the grasslands—no matter how skilled, they were just a soldier, at best fulfilling their duty and becoming a prominent piece on the battlefield.
But from his current vantage point, overlooking the whole situation!
He could do many things that others couldn’t…
Over the course of twenty-odd days,
every move across the entire grasslands was under his control.
Without the help of divination, Kai Xin, relying on his hundred thousand iron cavalry and spies covering almost the entire grasslands, had a clear understanding of the Mongol army’s troop movements and the actions of the demonic sect’s experts.
Moreover, during this time, Kai Xin didn’t just repeatedly earn battle merits every day!
Every day, he was in the most dangerous places.
At night, in the grasslands, he fought and escaped against the Demon General, Heavenly Lord, Queen of Darkness, and Evil King; clashed multiple times with one of the Ten Great Masters, “Rong Sen”; and even had a confrontation with the supreme warrior from the Mongol side, “Wu Zun,” who operated in the shadows.
These perilous encounters, which would be deathly dangerous for ordinary people, were easily resolved by Kai Xin time and again.
Through these experiences, leveraging the uniqueness of the “Nine Yang Divine Skill,” he frantically simulated and replicated the techniques of these mythical masters.
Heavenly Lord Xi Ying’s “Purple Qi Net”!
Demon General Zhao Deyan’s “Soul-Returning Claw”!
Evil King Shi Zhixuan’s “Immortal Mark”!
And Wu Zun Bi Xuan’s “Flaming Sun Art”!
In short, except for the “Heavenly Demon Art,” which required women to practice, Kai Xin shamelessly stole all the martial arts of these mythical masters.
He used Heavenly Lord Xi Ying’s “Purple Qi Net” to counter Demon General Zhao Deyan’s “Mysterious Silk Spear”; combined “Soul-Returning Claw” with “Flaming Sun Art” to oppose Queen of Darkness Zhu Yuyan’s “Heavenly Demon Art”; and used “Nine Yang Divine Skill” and “Stars in Motion” to fight against Shi Zhixuan’s “Immortal Mark” and Wu Zun’s “Flaming Sun Art”.
Although no outsiders witnessed each battle, the strength Kai Xin displayed in several group fights was still posted on websites by those who paid attention.
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The imperial decree task has not yet ended.
In a villa on the outskirts of Los Angeles, USA, a group of people had already obtained the Mongolian players’ ranking list and the Central Plains’ ranking list.
The bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious hall, falling on a young Chinese man wearing a white casual T-shirt.
He took the miniature tablet handed to him by his subordinate, glanced at it briefly, then set it aside on the coffee table:
“As I expected, compared to the Central Plains, Mongolia is indeed far behind.” The man had a stern expression; aside from an innate confidence, his every move exuded an air of nobility.
“Wei Shao, these numbers are really appalling,” replied the man in a suit standing behind the sofa, carefully picking up the tablet. “But it’s not surprising—Mongolia’s resources are only of third-rate quality. Both its geographical location and resources are quite inadequate. It’s only produced one notable figure—Rong Sen… For now, Rong Sen is still in the grasslands…”
“Rong Sen from the Top Ten Amazing People list?”
“That’s right, Wei Shao. Rong Sen does have some strength. As long as he doesn’t encounter the elite teams from the Mu family in the Central Plains, his team is the only one in Mongolia that can somewhat compete with those from the Central Plains. Unfortunately, Mongolia has suffered heavy losses these past few days, and most players have left the mission area…”
“Hmm, I see.”
The man in the white T-shirt stood up calmly, stepping barefoot on the fluffy carpet. With a slender and well-proportioned figure, he walked over to the window and stepped out into the sunny courtyard. The man in the suit followed carefully, closely behind, and continued to report the other information with great respect:
“Also, Wei Shao, the Top Ten Amazing People list you asked me to keep an eye on has become meaningless. Recently, more people have been added to it. ‘The Prophet’ has expanded the list, and now there are 27 people on it.”
“The Prophet?”
The man in the white T-shirt was slightly surprised.
“Kaisen gave himself a ‘bandit name.’ He says only those with such names can truly be called warriors of the jianghu. He also said… besides the Amazing People list, he’s working on a detailed ‘Global Top Experts List,’ aiming to rank global experts based on data according to their strength… It seems he wants to become the world’s encyclopedist.”
After hearing the man in the suit’s reply, the man in the white T-shirt remained silent for a few seconds before a faint smile appeared on his lips:
“That blond kid is interesting. He actually thought of ranking global experts by strength…” After a pause, he couldn’t help asking, “How is that list coming along?”

“There are seven major regions in the game, over 200 countries, and more than two billion players. Conducting a proper count is extremely complicated and troublesome. I guess it will be hard to get a result in the short term.”
“If we only do one count, it will take a long time. What about updates? It’s inefficient; this task can’t succeed.” The man in the white T-shirt offered a different view: “Kaisen is smart. Such a small task shouldn’t stump him. Search for Kaisen’s posts again.”
“Okay.”
The man in the suit quickly tapped a few times on the tablet.
Eyes wide open, the man in the suit became excited: “I found it!!”
“Wesley!”
The latter was also surprised and quickly turned around, taking the tablet from the man in the suit. On the screen appeared a clear ranking list:
“This Kaisen is quite impressive. No, he should be called a prophet.” Wesley laughed.
The screen displayed “Prophet’s Weibo.” The headlines on the home page were very eye-catching:
Global Trend Rankings!
Global Oddities Rankings!
Due to time constraints, only data from well-known experts is included for now. The rankings up to the top 100 are based on reliable information, while those further down are still in the counting stage, with no definite order.
“Interesting.”
“The Trend Rankings accommodate a thousand people, but this ‘Prophet’ only lists the top 100. It respects the others’ reputations while saving time—kill two birds with one stone…”
“But positions 1 to 10… Huh? Why is Happy’s name ranked 15th?”
Wesley and the man in the suit exchanged glances.
Although there are countless experts worldwide, only one has reached the Liberation Realm so far. Happy’s strength and REP are recognized as top-tier, placing him 15th globally, which clearly doesn’t reflect reality.
“What’s this ‘Prophet’ up to…?”
“Wesley, look! The announcement notes next to it!”