novelraw Chapter 155 : “Congratulations, You Passed the Stress Test!”
Chapter 155 : “Congratulations, You Passed the Stress Test!”
Chapter 155: “Congratulations, You Passed the Stress Test!”
The four light words “stress test” drifted lightly from Chu Feng’s mouth, yet they were like four invisible mountains, crashing down heavily upon One-Eyed Dragon’s divine soul.
He felt like an old mouse being toyed with by a cat. All his anger, dignity, and calculations had turned into a complete joke before the other party’s script that utterly defied common sense.
His spirit was forced to its absolute limit, and that string called reason finally snapped amid extreme humiliation and despair!
“Ahhh—! I’ll fight you to the death!”
The single intact eye of One-Eyed Dragon was instantly flooded by manic blood-red madness.
He hesitated no longer and weighed nothing anymore. The bones throughout his body let out a series of unbearable explosive cracks as a surge of spiritual power far beyond his usual limits, incomparably violent, detonated from within him!
He had actually burned his own Nascent Soul origin without the slightest hesitation!
“Blood Slaughter for Three Thousand Miles!”
With a hoarse roar, the ghost-head saber in his hand transformed into a hundred-zhang-long blood-colored blade light. Upon that blade light, countless wailing wronged souls could be faintly seen, and even the surrounding starry sky was dyed with an ominous dark red by that tragic killing aura.
This strike condensed all the cultivation and killing intent of his entire life as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. It was his final, life-staking trump card!
Capture the thief by first capturing the king!
As long as he could take down this glib-tongued brat in an instant, everything would still have a chance to turn around!
The other star pirate leaders in the meeting room all turned pale with terror, scrambling backward in panic, afraid of being swept up by that horrifying blade light.
Feng Zhiruo’s expression changed drastically as well. She could clearly sense that the power of this strike was already enough to threaten ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!
And that Chu Feng—according to rumors, he only possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation. Even if he carried rare treasures, facing such a desperate all-out strike, there was absolutely no chance of survival!
Yet, in the face of this fatal blow capable of cleaving stars apart, Chu Feng did not even twitch an eyebrow.
He even had the leisure to lift the spirit tea on the table and gently blow on it, as if the world-destroying strike before him were nothing more than a faint breeze brushing past his cheek.
Just as the blade light was about to touch the hairs on his forehead.
“Buzz.”
A soft sound rang out.
The black dharma robe on Chu Feng’s body—plain and unremarkable in appearance, with only a golden “Ascension Group” logo printed on the chest—suddenly lit up.
A layer of light shield as thin as cicada wings, yet seemingly containing some supreme law, silently emerged.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no thunderous clash of spiritual power.
That incomparably violent blood-colored blade light, at the very instant it touched the shield, failed to stir even the slightest ripple and was instead… swallowed by the thin shield.
Yes, swallowed.
The killing aura, the wronged souls attached to the blade light, and the violent spiritual power One-Eyed Dragon had exchanged his burning origin for were all absorbed by the shield, turning into a barely perceptible trace of radiance flowing across its surface before completely returning to silence.
The entire process was eerily quiet.
One-Eyed Dragon remained frozen in his slashing posture.
The crazed, twisted expression on his face solidified. The blood-red flames burning in his single eye extinguished at a visible speed, replaced by boundless confusion and fear that pierced into the marrow.
He felt as if he had thrown his full-strength punch into a void of cotton—no, something even more terrifying.
It was as if he had struck a bottomless black hole, without even an echo.
This was no longer a gap between magic treasures. This was a generational gap between civilizations!
“Not bad.”
Amid the deathly silence, Chu Feng set down his teacup and voiced a heartfelt praise.
He stood up and slowly walked to the petrified One-Eyed Dragon, warmly patting his still slightly trembling shoulder.
“Courageous, decisive. Faced with absolute adversity, you didn’t choose to sit and wait for death, but dared to let go and gamble it all, trying to seize that one-in-ten-thousand chance of survival.”
On Chu Feng’s face appeared a satisfied smile that none of the star pirates could understand, as though an interviewer had just encountered an ideal candidate.
“Congratulations, Mr. One-Eyed Dragon.”
“You passed my final interview.”
“Thud!”
Those lightly spoken words became the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
One-Eyed Dragon could no longer hold on. His legs went soft, and before all his subordinates, he fell straight to his knees.
He was not kneeling from fear, nor from being beaten down.
His Dao heart… had collapsed.
He had dominated the Black Wind Domain for three hundred years, slaughtered without restraint, living by vengeance and passion, believing himself the unquestioned overlord of this lawless land.
Yet today, everything he had once taken pride in—strength, ferocity, schemes—was crushed to dust before this man who was far too young.
The other party could not even be bothered to conquer him with force, but instead used a kind of “rule” he could neither comprehend nor resist to toy with him in the palm of his hand, trampling his lifelong pride into the dirt and grinding it into mud.
“I… I submit…”
One-Eyed Dragon lay prostrate on the ground, his voice hoarse, as if he had aged several hundred years in an instant.
“Very good.”
Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction and personally helped him up, his movements so warm it was as if he were supporting an old friend of many years.
With a flip of his wrist, a jade slip shimmering with faint golden light appeared in his hand.
“This is the group’s official letter of appointment.”
Chu Feng pressed the jade slip into One-Eyed Dragon’s ice-cold hand and said in a gentle, encouraging tone:
“From now on, you are the CEO of ‘Ascension Group · Black Wind Domain Security and Logistics Co., Ltd.’ For short… President Long.”
“Pres… President Long?”
One-Eyed Dragon clutched the warm jade slip, his mind completely blank.
“That’s right.”
The smile on Chu Feng’s face grew even more amiable.
“As the CEO of a new company, you will enjoy a high degree of autonomy, as well as equity dividends matching your performance—so generous they will exceed your imagination.”
He paused, then looked at One-Eyed Dragon with an expression of “entrusting a heavy responsibility” as his tone shifted.
“Alright, President Long.”
Chu Feng raised his hand and pointed beyond the viewport, toward the hundreds of Black Wind Stronghold flying vessels still waiting in confusion, and farther still, toward the other star pirate forces who had rushed over and were now watching like tigers eyeing their prey.
“Now, it’s time for you, our newly appointed CEO, to resolve the company’s first problem.”
“Those outside…”