Chapter 3119: Blood Lazy Ten Thousand Scale Dark Erosion Whip! This Guy Has No Bad Intentions...

Wang Teng quickly absorbed the profound insights of the Dark Myriad-Scale Whip.

The manner of its self-detonation was identical to that of the Demonic Scale Punch, and the comprehension was similarly aligned.

Only the form

His level of mastery was merely at the proficient tier.

This was likely because his insights into those whip techniques were mostly at the proficient stage, with only the Blood Orchid Whip reaching the micro-accomplishment level.

This was clearly far from enough.

Pushing these thoughts aside, Wang Teng began to absorb the final combat technique of the Darkscale race.

Within his mind, a phantom silhouette of a Darkscale warrior materialized, wielding a massive war hammer as it demonstrated a hammer technique.

That war hammer was exceedingly peculiar.

Its surface was entirely covered in ferocious scales, appearing indistinguishable from the natural armor of the Darkscale race.

Without closer inspection, one might easily mistake the hammer for an organic extension of the creature's own body.

The anatomy of dark apparitions was notoriously bizarre; they could even transform their own flesh into weaponry.

It was precisely this trait that gave rise to such illusions.

However, immersed in the insight, Wang Teng could discern that the war hammer was not fashioned from the creature's body.

It was an authentic, physical weapon of war!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Within the vision, the Darkscale phantom swung the war hammer continuously, each strike howling like a fierce gale as endless dark force condensed into massive, destructive hammer projections.

It was utterly terrifying!

Every descending blow carried a monumental momentum, as if it could effortlessly crush a Demon Venerable or even an Immortal-level existence to death.

"Is it another technique that unleashes colossal might through dark force?"

As Wang Teng absorbed the insights, a sharp glint flashed across his eyes.

He had to admit that the Darkscale race's command over dark force seemed genuinely formidable.

They dedicated themselves entirely to developing the potential of dark force, a trait that made them slightly superior to many other dark races.

Unlike the Vampires, who were hopelessly lopsided in their development.

"This Gloomscale Fiend Meteor Hammer technique is likewise at the lower Demon Venerable tier, and it has also reached the proficient stage."

Wang Teng glanced at his attribute panel, feeling a touch of surprise.

He had not expected to obtain two lower Demon Venerable tier combat techniques from the Darkscale race, which made them significantly more generous than the previous Mirage race.

Every extra technique counted; it certainly wasn't easy!

"By the way, can hammer techniques be fused together?"

Wang Teng stroked his chin, falling into deep thought.

Now that was an excellent question!

He had acquired quite a few hammer-type combat techniques from various races; if they could be merged, tsk tsk, the sheer spectacle would be unimaginable...

With burning anticipation, he immediately fixed his gaze upon the hammer techniques listed on the attribute panel.

And yet!

Not a single thing changed.

Forget about the words "fusable" appearing; not even a single attribute value stirred.

All was dead calm, but in his mind, it felt as though a lone crow had just flown over his head, cawing mockingly...

"???"

Wang Teng felt as though he were being silently ridiculed.

Granted, his imagination might have been a bit too beautiful, but surely the System could have given him some face.

"Forget it, if they can't be fused, then so be it."

Wang Teng adopted a nonchalant expression, acting as if he didn't care in the slightest.

With the Darkscale race's combat techniques fully absorbed, he glanced at the attribute panel again, only to find that the next set of insights belonged to the Succubus race!

"To think it would be this race!"

"I don't recall seeing many of the Succubus race on the battlefield, did I?"

Wang Teng was surprised, and after racking his memory for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head.

The Succubus race was naturally renowned for their arts of charm; while such an ability had its uses, it generally didn't seem particularly effective on a grand battlefield.

After all, they couldn't exactly use it to seduce the warriors of the Universe of Light, could they?

"Well, actually, that might not be entirely impossible," Wang Teng murmured, his eyes narrowing as a wicked sense of humor flared within him.

To be fair, if anyone were to be ensnared by a charm technique on the battlefield, their ultimate fate would probably be rather pathetic.

It would be absolute social death!

Some people might still be breathing, but they would already be dead inside.

"Phooey, how can I think of my comrades like that?"

Wang Teng hastily shook his head to dispel the bizarre notions from his mind. He was a man of pure intentions, truly!

He simply had a tendency to let his thoughts wander.

It was all completely inadvertent!

"However, what if this charm technique were used against the dark apparitions themselves?" Another thought struck Wang Teng.

See, the benefits of a wandering mind were manifesting themselves already.

It wasn't entirely a bad habit.

Instantly, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation toward the Succubus race's techniques.

Who cared now whether the Succubus race had actually appeared on the battlefield? The process was irrelevant; only the result mattered.

As long as they dropped combat techniques, that was all that counted.

...

Silken Glances (Upper Demon Emperor tier): 6100/15000 (Grandmaster);

Bone-Eroding Soul-Dissolving (Upper Demon Emperor tier): 7400/15000 (Grandmaster);

Succubus Phantom Fragrance (Upper Demon Emperor tier): 4600/15000 (Grandmaster);

Invisibly Formless (Lower Demon Venerable tier): 3600/15000 (Proficient);

...

"???"

Staring at those specific combat techniques of the Succubus race, Wang Teng fell into a long, profound silence.

The corners of his mouth twitched violently, utterly beyond his control.

Silken Glances?

Bone-eroding and soul-consuming?

What the hell kind of battle technique names are these?!!

It is simply too scandalous to look at.

Although he had long suspected that the Phantasm Clan's battle techniques might have something to do with charm, he never expected them to be so bizarre.

Coquettish glances like silk!

God damn coquettish glances like silk!

Wang Teng's mind was a storm of frantic complaints, to the point where he no longer had the heart to care about the three battle techniques dropped by the Phantasm Clan.

The quantity no longer mattered; with battle techniques like these, what use would more be?

He could hardly be expected to throw coquettish glances at the dark apparitions.

Fuck!

Wang Teng could not help but want to curse in his heart, but adhering to the principle that even rotten food should stay in one's own pot, he still resentfully began to absorb the insights.

Absorb!

Absorb ruthlessly!

The corresponding insight images materialized in Wang Teng's mind, prominently featuring a graceful and incomparably beautiful figure.

Even though Wang Teng had seen numerous beautiful women and females, seeing this figure at this moment still caused his heart to shudder.

It had to be admitted that whether it was figure or appearance, the Phantasm Clan was utterly unfair.

This was a racial talent, beyond comparison.

Even more formidable was their innate, enchanting aura, reminiscent of a demon concubine capable of bewitching all living things.

Wang Teng felt that if any single member of the Phantasm Clan were unleashed upon those planetary empires, they would undoubtedly become a calamity to the state and its people.

And after this being of the Phantasm Clan appeared within the insight images, a strange scene unfolded.

Wang Teng gradually felt the other party's appearance and figure dissolve into a blur, until finally, only a pair of eyes remained.

Yes, the other areas seemed to be shrouded in mist, turning completely hazy.

Subsequently, that pair of eyes suddenly began to expand, seemingly filling the entire insight canvas within Wang Teng's mind.

There was no special reaction, just a pair of eyes.

Yet with a mere, subtle blink, it caused one's mind to grow entranced, inducing a sensation of being violently pulled inside.

"Hiss~"

Wang Teng sucked in a breath of cold air, believing that had he not been within an insight, he would highly likely have fallen victim to it.

This was truly incredible.

With his current level of spiritual power cultivation, he could still be caught off guard.

And that was even while being fully prepared.

From this, one could see just how terrifying this Phantasm Clan battle technique truly was.

To think that while the name was rather unseemly, its power was so horrific; it was truly an eye-opener.

Wang Teng no longer dared to look down upon this battle technique in the slightest, and even harbored a faint, latent anticipation to learn it.

As long as it wasn't too absurd, he might well use it in the future.

Throwing coquettish glances—who said men couldn't do it?

Right!

Thus, he immediately forced himself to calm down, submerging his consciousness to absorb the insights of this battle technique.

In the next instant, he beheld even more things, as runes manifested one after another within that pair of eyes, permeated with a bizarre and enchanting sensation.

The fusion of the bizarre and the enchanting made it all the more irresistible.

Simultaneously, strands of a strange power also manifested in Wang Teng's sight, circulating within that pair of eyes.

"This is..."

Wang Teng's heart stirred, not expecting to witness some specialized power within these eyes.

Aside from the dark force, there seemed to be another power, pinkish in hue, very faint, and not particularly distinct.

It was only because Wang Teng witnessed all this from within the insight; otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to perceive.

Because the dark force occupied the vast majority, completely presenting itself as a shroud of darkness, which was the essential power.

"Phantasm Force!"

Having finished absorbing the insights, a flash of realization dawned within Wang Teng's mind.

This kind of power was derived from the unique constitution of the Phantasm Clan, named Phantasm Force, and it was highly peculiar.

Wang Teng had previously obtained the Phantasm Clan's unique constitution, the Phantasm Physique, but it was only at the first tier, and the development of the Phantasm Clan's power was merely in its primordial stage.

Yet this Phantasm Force was actually a specialized power that would only emerge after a Phantasm Clan being developed the Phantasm Physique to the fourth tier or above.

Otherwise, the Phantasm Clan being that Wang Teng had encountered back then would have dropped the corresponding attribute bubbles long ago, rather than waiting until now.

"By utilizing this Phantasm Force to execute the methods of the Phantasm Clan, the capability of charm will double in strength."

Wang Teng could be said to have gained the most rudimentary understanding of this Phantasm Force, even though he had not yet obtained that fourth-tier or higher Phantasm Physique.

But he was in no hurry; since he could witness this Phantasm Force within the insights, it indicated that a Phantasm Physique of the fourth tier or above had certainly appeared.