Chapter Sixteen: Golden Skill "Violent Throwing"

Looking at his strength rating of 9, which he had only managed to achieve thanks to the large, pure white radiance he’d obtained after killing the Golden Baroque—the evolved Golden Boss form of the Caucasian Dog—Liang Jing couldn’t help but sigh. The reinforcement his body received from killing ordinary monsters had already become negligible. He reasoned that, at first, having starved for over twenty years, every cell in his body was ravenous, devouring the white radiance with gusto, which led to his rapid increase in strength. But as his cells grew full and lost their appetite, their capacity to absorb diminished, and the effects naturally slowed down. The white radiance was not, after all, omnipotent!

Moreover, he hadn’t even used half of that pure white radiance for body enhancement; it seemed the majority of it had simply dissipated with time. In the future, elevating his strength would be much more difficult. Where would he find so many Golden Bosses to kill? Those weren’t common cabbages, nor would each encounter be as fortunate as this one, a “lucky find.” Raising his strength to a score of 15 would be no easy feat—what a headache!

What Liang Jing didn’t know was that most of the remaining white radiance hadn’t actually been wasted or dispersed. Instead, it had been absorbed deep into his brain, which seemed to have an appetite for such pure energy, drawing it in with powerful attraction through the white fog in his mind.

Still, Liang Jing considered the equipment requirements to be reasonable. If someone with too low a strength were to equip golden gear, wouldn’t their power instantly double or even multiply several times over? That would be outrageous! No one would bother to train or cultivate anymore; simply finding a divine artifact would make them invincible. Equipment attributes weren’t like bodily enhancements—they granted raw power directly, just like when summoning a god, receiving a predecessor’s power, or being possessed by a mythical beast; all such boosts came with limits. Too much power added at once would simply cause the body to burst apart.

Shaking his head, he cleared a slot in his inventory and stowed away the “Baroque’s Sorrow.”

He turned to the last item—a golden-hued object, another golden-grade treasure. He silently hoped for a practical skill this time.

Skill books, too, came in ranks: white, green, blue, gold, and even higher...

“Violent Throw: Unleash your full strength to throw a weapon at the enemy, dealing immense damage. Beginner level: 0%.”

A great find! What he lacked most right now was a ranged attack. If he’d had “Violent Throw” earlier, Jinghui wouldn’t have escaped his grasp.

Although Liang Jing was convinced Jinghui was as good as dead, since he hadn’t seen the body, he couldn’t be certain. Who knew if the man might have survived by luck, like a cockroach?

Without hesitation, both hands slapped the skill book. Learn!

The skill book transformed into a golden halo and sank into his mind, seemingly forming a strange rune that flickered once before vanishing, as if shrouded in mist.

Liang Jing picked up a brick, mentally activating “Violent Throw.” Immediately, his vision locked onto a small, red dot, less than a centimeter wide, like a targeting reticle.

He aimed the red dot at the battered television, swung his right arm, and hurled the brick with deadly precision.

Bang... Crash...

The brick struck the red dot dead on. The already battered television shattered completely under the impact, fragments flying in all directions.

He then aimed the red dot at an energy-saving lamp; a glass marble shot from his hand like a bullet, shattering the lamp and leaving a dent three to four centimeters deep in the wall, where the marble itself exploded into fragments.

Impressive! The red dot served as an accurate targeting guide; point and shoot, never missing the mark. Combined with his superhuman strength, it was practically a divine weapon—at close range, it could rival a sniper rifle.

“The system is incredible!” Liang Jing reaffirmed to himself.

Now he felt as though, with the system in hand, the world was his for the taking. Even if he faced an Awakened One, he was fully confident—at this rate, dealing with weak Awakened Ones would be a matter of moments.

But Liang Jing didn’t know that not all Awakened Ones were like Yang Yuyuan; many were far more powerful, with strange and unpredictable abilities that could catch anyone off guard.

Of course, Liang Jing was also aware that this so-called “never miss” effect only applied to stationary targets. If an enemy dodged, and his throw was too slow or his prediction off, there would be errors.

Nevertheless, he believed that with diligent practice and leveling up, his accuracy would improve. And even without leveling up, his sheer strength and explosive speed would make his attacks nearly impossible for ordinary people to evade.

“Violent Throw: Unleash your full strength to throw a weapon at the enemy, dealing immense damage. Beginner level: 0%.” Still, his proficiency remained at 0%. Did he really have to hit a monster for it to count as a skill use? It seemed so.

After a dozen or so experimental throws, Liang Jing clearly felt his energy depleting; fatigue began to set in.

Since activating the “system,” he’d rarely felt tired, even after prolonged combat, as slaying monsters and absorbing white radiance always helped offset exhaustion.

Apparently, skills weren’t so easy to use—they came with a price.

But this hardly dampened his spirits. As long as he could kill monsters and absorb white radiance, his stamina would recover quickly, and “Violent Throw” didn’t consume much energy. He could keep using it for a long time without collapsing.

Of course, that was just him; an ordinary person would be spent after a few uses.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. With strength like his, wouldn’t performing the classic “Finger Flick” from martial arts novels be impressive? Just how much damage could it do?

Whoosh—

Bang!

He flicked a pebble with his finger. It shot out like lightning, slicing through air with a shrill whistle, and punched a deep dent into the wall. Liang Jing was stunned.

How could it be so powerful? Its force was no less than a full-armed throw using all his strength! How strange. He recalled the time he’d scared Gao Fuyu by kicking a heavy wooden stool across the room—it had felt similar, though he’d barely noticed at the time.

On impulse, he picked up another pebble and used “Violent Throw” again, but with only half his strength.

Whoosh! Bang!

Sure enough, the dent in the wall was no smaller. He didn’t even need to exert his full power to unleash devastating force—it was just as effective as giving it his all.

He kept experimenting, switching between using and not using “Violent Throw,” attacking with weapons, fists, feet, and more. In the end, he reached a conclusion: as long as his mind harbored the intent to attack, he didn’t need to use his full strength. The damage was always at the maximum his body could produce.

For a moment, Liang Jing froze. He felt as though he was no longer in reality, but inside a game! This was a game character’s mechanic: as long as he had stamina left, every attack would deal damage within his strength range, whether it was a skill or a basic attack. As long as the attack landed, it wouldn’t do less damage than his character’s stats allowed. Such an ability in reality was simply monstrous! As long as he could still move, every strike would be at full power within his strength range.

Strong—overwhelmingly strong—invincibly strong.