Chapter 686: Chapter 347: You Have No Talent! Giant God Soldier Mecha: Hell!
Su Yu knew that no matter the domain, geniuses always exist.
In the Transcendent domain, naturally, there are also geniuses.
Previously, Su Yu used the Power of Machine God to accelerate training, allowing himself to rise from eight-star to nine-star peak in just a few days.
This accelerated training is essentially adjusting destiny, putting oneself into a state of "enlightenment."
In this state of enlightenment, training for an hour can be equivalent to a month, or even a year, ten years, or a century.
Some people may not need any assistance from the Power of Machine God to enter this state of enlightenment on their own.
Such individuals are the so-called geniuses of the ages.
Su Yu originally thought he didn’t have such talent, but now he realizes he didn’t lack it; he just didn’t find the right domain.
He seems to be a genius in the domain of the Power of Hellish Suffering.
[Kong] has studied the Power of Pain for ten thousand years, so what?
Su Yu, having just started, can be stronger than him!
This strength is not in power, but in essence.
Although Su Yu has not tried it yet, he has a strong feeling that with a single thought, in less than a minute, the Hell Prototype he forms could accommodate [Kong]’s power.
If this efficiency doesn’t qualify as genius, what does?
"So, there’s another reason for the prophecy of my guaranteed victory."
"If I were completely eroded by [Kong]’s Power of Pain, I might instantly become the Hell Pain Demon God and devour him instead."
At the same time, Su Yu realized something else.
In the prophecy Su Yu received earlier, this battle was destined for his victory.
But in the recent battle, it required a contest of will, using willpower to gather the Power of Sunshine and clash with Kong.
Yet willpower is such an uncontrollable thing with a vast range of fluctuations.
If Su Yu showed weakness and couldn’t withstand the pain, he could completely sink into the Hell’s Pain, with no chance of rising again.
The human will is a very unstable thing.
Although Su Yu was confident in his willpower, no one could say for sure, and he could potentially fail.
This made the prophecy seem somewhat unreliable.
It couldn’t simply mean that even if [Kong] won, he would let Su Yu go? That seemed impossible.
Or perhaps the prophecy could be changed, and Su Yu’s victory wasn’t truly guaranteed?
Now, Su Yu finally understood.
Even if he really sank into Hell, he wouldn’t lose; he would become stronger instead.
Because Su Yu is a peerless genius in the Path of Hellish Suffering!
So he is destined to win, having nothing to do with willpower.
However, regarding this talent, Su Yu didn’t feel any joy, but rather a sense of speechlessness.
It was like a regular person who was ordinary all their life, suddenly discovering one day that they were born to be a serial killer.
Having outstanding talent in becoming a serial killer... one can imagine that such a person’s mood wouldn’t be positive.
Before this, Su Yu’s talent in Spiritual Energy was actually quite average.
His ability to quickly enhance his strength mainly relied on the Profession Panel and various opportunities.
If he relied solely on his meditation training, Su Yu might not have even broken through four stars by now.
So, in terms of Spiritual Energy talent, Su Yu could be considered an "ordinary person."
But in this twisted and perverse domain of Hell’s Pain, Su Yu’s talent far surpassed [Kong], who had studied for ten thousand years.
"Forget it, having talent isn’t my fault either."
Su Yu pondered for a moment, slightly shook his head, and decided not to dwell on this matter.
At this moment, because of Su Yu’s contemplation, his torment of [Kong] slightly eased.
[Kong] barely managed to split a thread of consciousness, and seeing Su Yu shaking his head, suddenly laughed loudly: "Su Yu, you indeed have some skill to have obtained the formation aspect of the Hell Prototype from the Hell Furnace."
"But you dream of forming the Hell Prototype to accommodate my Power of Pain? You’re dreaming!"
"I have walked this path for ten thousand years, and you have just started. How could you possibly surpass me?"
"Ha ha, just wait, I will soon self-destruct! I am immortal, and you, can you withstand it?"
"Ha..."
[Kong], although tortured by pain, still deciphered Su Yu’s intentions.
Seeing Su Yu shake his head, he naturally assumed Su Yu was at a loss, so he loudly mocked to retaliate against Su Yu and alleviate his own pain.
[Kong] thought he would see the look of pain and despair in Su Yu’s eyes, but he was disappointed.
In pain and despair, it was still himself.
A moment later, he could no longer laugh.
Because Su Yu’s expression darkened, his gaze exuding a fiercely cruel, dark aura.
The Hell Prototype in front of Su Yu rapidly expanded, growing larger than [Kong] in a short time.
This Hell Prototype is essentially not the Power of Pain but a condensation of dark and cruel emotions.
Only when such emotions are strong enough can it produce and accommodate more powerful pain.
And Su Yu had enough talent in such emotions to casually form the Hell Prototype, allowing it to rapidly intensify.
Then this Hell Prototype began to envelop [Kong].
Seeing this scene, [Kong], who had just been laughing wildly, suddenly widened his eyes in astonishment.
As Su Yu’s Hell Prototype was about to encase him, he finally reacted, shouting in panic: "Impossible, how can it be? How can your Hell Prototype be this strong? It’s actually stronger than mine!"
"Clearly, you’ve just started, so how can this be happening?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yu’s eyes grew even darker with cruelty, and he smiled slightly, appearing somewhat sinister: "What’s so impossible about this?"