My Talent Skill Mutated

"Thank you for your contribution!"

A faint voice echoed. Then, as the remaining three members of the Holy Spirit Race watched, he snapped their leader’s neck, extinguishing his life completely.

He drained the Life Force, absorbed it, and sealed it away—all with practiced ease.

By the time the remaining Holy Spirit Race youths reacted, they tried to flee, only to find they couldn’t move an inch.

A terrifying force had them pinned down.

It wasn’t just a physical suppression, but a spiritual one as well.

Even breathing became a struggle.

"Y-you can’t kill us! If you do, my Holy Spirit Race will launch a full-scale invasion of the Ancestor Star," one of the youths said to Chen Yu, forcing down the terror in his heart.

"Oh? Is that so?" A strange look crossed Chen Yu’s face as he ambled over to the youth.

"O-of course."

"So, you’d better let us go, and we can pretend this whole thing never happened," the youth said, fighting his terror.

"Perfect. I’ll kill you, so bring on the invasion."

The youths were stunned.

But before they could react, a ghostly ray of light pierced through the one who had just spoken.

An instant kill!

"You!!!"

Seeing their comrade fall, the remaining two members of the Holy Spirit Race could no longer contain their terror, their faces turning ashen.

"Don’t... don’t kill me! I can be your dog, I’ll follow your orders..."

SHLICK!

One of the youths started to beg, but before he could finish, a bloody hole appeared between his eyes. He collapsed, dead.

Draining his Life Force, Chen Yu’s expression remained impassive.

"I hate spineless cowards the most."

His voice was flat.

Then, Chen Yu walked up to the second youth.

Seeing Chen Yu approach, the youth’s eyes darted. He glared, puffed out his chest, and declared, "Go on, kill me! I’ll never beg you for mercy!"

FWIP!

The words had barely left his mouth when a fierce blast of Qi shot through his head.

"As you wish!" Chen Yu’s voice rang out.

The youth collapsed before him, his eyes filled with indignation.

"You... you."

The last youth stared at Chen Yu, his composure shattered, raw terror filling his eyes.

"’Don’t worry, this will be over quickly,’ Chen Yu said with a smile. To the youth, that smile was more terrifying than any demon."

"Chen Yu, wait!"

Just then, a voice called down from above.

’Hm?’

Chen Yu turned to see Third Uncle Dongfang and two other men.

"’Keep this one alive for now,’ Third Uncle Dongfang said, hurrying forward."

Chen Yu frowned at him. "He’s from the Alien Race. What’s the point in keeping him alive?"

"’I can use my Spiritual Power to search his memories. We might find something useful,’ a Ninth-level Martial Artist said from the side."

Hearing this, Chen Yu’s eyes lit up.

’A Soul Search with a Spiritual Ability... I could definitely get a lot of valuable information that way.’

Hearing this, the last remaining youth from the Holy Spirit Race couldn’t take it anymore and erupted in fury.

"In your dreams! I’ll die before I let you get..."

THWACK!

However, before he could finish, Chen Yu slapped him on the side of the head. The sheer Power of the blow knocked him out instantly.

"’All that yapping,’ Chen Yu muttered, then turned to the Ninth-level Martial Artist. ’Go ahead. It’s quieter this way.’"

"..."

The three men winced at the sight of the unconscious youth on the ground, but none of them said a word.

’He’s from the Alien Race. Anything goes.’

Then, the Ninth-level Martial Artist reached out and placed a hand on the unconscious Holy Spirit Race youth’s head.

A powerful wave of Spiritual Power radiated from his body.

On the ground, the unconscious youth began to groan in agony.

Watching this, Chen Yu and the other two men didn’t speak, just observed quietly.

But just then, a terrifying spiritual wave suddenly erupted from the unconscious youth.

"KOFF..."

The Ninth-level Martial Artist performing the memory search suddenly cried out, his expression changing drastically as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hm?"

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing this, the expressions of Chen Yu and the other two men changed, their eyes fixed on the man who had just coughed up blood.

"’Old Mo, are you okay?’ Third Uncle Dongfang asked, rushing to support the bleeding Ninth-level Martial Artist."

"’I’m... I’m fine. But I can’t search his memories. The Holy Spirit Race planted a restrictive seal in his mind. Forcing a search triggers a backlash.’"

"A restrictive seal?!"

Hearing this, Chen Yu and the other two men were startled. They all looked at the unconscious youth on the ground.

"Is there no way to break it?" Chen Yu asked the Ninth-level Martial Artist.

He shook his head. "It’s no use. The seal is too strong. By the time we force our way through, his memories will be destroyed."

Chen Yu’s brows knitted together at his words.

’The Holy Spirit Race really is cautious. Even if their people are caught, you can’t get any useful information out of them.’

"’Then just kill him,’ Chen Yu sighed. He stomped his foot, crushing the youth’s head like a watermelon."

Then, Chen Yu stretched out his hand and drained the Life Force. A radiant orb of light materialized in his palm.

"’He’s extracting Life Force!’"

"’His ability is so bizarre!’"

Third Uncle Dongfang and his men stared, their expressions changing drastically at the sight. Chen Yu, however, paid them no mind and swallowed the orb of light in one gulp.

"Third Uncle, has anything else happened?"

Chen Yu looked at Third Uncle Dongfang and asked.

"..."

Looking at Chen Yu, Third Uncle Dongfang was utterly speechless.