Chapter 451: God-Tier Observation Haki
After several days of competition, the universally acknowledged most broken class was none other than the second-tier subclass of the Wandering Gunslinger—Demon Hunter.
Overall, even though there had been a few mirror matches that dragged down the win rate, the Demon Hunter still held an astonishing 62.7% win rate even with the mirrors counted. Outside their own class, they had only lost a handful of times, boasting a terrifying 76% win rate.
Counting the overseas qualifiers as well, Warriors' second-tier subclass, the Great Warrior, had a 56.8% win rate. Knights, whose second-tier advancement hadn't been released yet, sat at 51.2%. Weather Masters sat at 52.9%. Rogues' advanced subclass, the Master Thief, had the lowest win rate across all classes—only 32.9%.
The Demon Hunter continued to dominate the field. And in the latest drama series, the third-tier class Wings of Heaven's Predation still had those ridiculously cool skills, clearly showing incredible potential. It also worked as another wave of advertising for the Ranger class.
Having already been eliminated, the outspoken Warrior Tangshan Daxiong commented during analysis that compared to foreign teams, China's Warriors weren't as strong, Weather Masters were roughly evenly matched, they lacked Shamans, and Knights were rare. Their biggest advantage was having Gunslingers. It was hard to imagine how a team was supposed to compete without a Gunslinger.
"Hiss…" Seeing this, Zhou Ning couldn't help wanting to give him a thumbs-up. Sometimes, praise coming from players of other classes hit even harder…
To thank them for their support, he planned to release Conqueror's Haki, Divine Departure, and Twin Serpent Sleeves as well, to see whether any clever players would create a melee-style build.
The next morning, when Zhou Ning woke from sleep, it was just 7:40 a.m. He had been jolted awake by the cold.
When he got up, he was stunned to find more than twenty large fish of all shapes and colors flopping desperately on his windowsill and floor. Outside, heavy snow had somehow started falling.
Among them were four rare Stingrays from the Sea of Mist, each worth fifty to one hundred Vecktas; a dozen or so Golden Snapper Eels worth several hundred to a thousand Vecktas each; and even one extremely rare alchemical creature—the Sepharic Stone Eel—worth as much as mithril of the same volume.
Zhou Ning: …
Thinking back to a few days earlier, when using the Lucky Clover had only caused a single Golden Wolf Fish to jump in and had already made him miserable—now this? This was clearly a "last meal before execution," wasn't it?
Zhou Ning was now fully aware of how serious things were. The luck required to obtain a god-tier specialty and a saint's remains was extremely high. If things went wrong, he might really be skinned alive this time.
But recalling what happened the last time he used the Lucky Clover, he had a vague intuition: if he could endure the intensity of the misfortune, then extreme misfortune might flip into extreme luck.
This was the perfect chance to test it.
He grabbed each fish by the tail and tossed them back into the sea. Because of the werewolf incident, many ships were lined up waiting to depart. Whether it was because of his reputation or not, all the paperwork for the Wings of Freedom had gone through in one go. Their scheduled departure would only be delayed by two hours—around 11 a.m.—earlier than he expected.
It perfectly avoided the misfortune window.
To ensure he was in peak condition, Zhou Ning considered for a moment, opened his game interface, and prepared to spend all 470 million experience points he'd been saving.
As mentioned before, once you passed level 60, leveling your main class required an absurd amount of experience—each level costing tens of millions. From level 70 toward level 80, the first level alone required nearly forty million experience points, increasing almost geometrically. And raising a skill from Grandmaster to the final God-tier required hundreds of millions.
Which is why people always said: you must always hoard experience, because you will never have enough.
Zhou Ning's eyes swept across the skill list, and he made a major decision: spending 220 million experience points to raise Observation Haki from Grandmaster to its highest level—God-tier. Based on his past-life experience, once a skill reached God-tier, it underwent a qualitative transformation. Given his limited budget, this was the best upgrade he could think of.
Just as he remembered, once Observation Haki reached God-tier, its icon turned bright red, followed by a prominent question mark. Clicking it brought up a die and three branches:
1. Future Sight: Greatly increases the chance of briefly foreseeing the future with your Observation Haki.
2. Expanded Range: Greatly expands the effective range of your Observation Haki.
3. Hybrid: A balanced combination of both traits.
The default upgrade type was the third. Rerolling required a massive amount of experience. In Zhou Ning's view, the third option was already ideal—no need to change it.
After that, he spent all the remaining experience in one go, raising Wings of Heaven's Predation from level 46 to 51—five whole levels—bringing his total level to 78 and triggering the once-per-ten-levels specialty enhancement again.
[Choose your specialization.]
[Willpower], [Agility], [Spirit].
"Spirit!"
Just like last time, there was no need to think about it. Zhou Ning chose without hesitation.
As always, Agility could be improved through the God-Tier Training Method. Spirit wasn't part of physical attributes and needed long-term growth.
[You have gained 16 Spirit and 4 Willpower.]
Now he barely needed conscious effort—his senses took in everything around him with perfect clarity. What surprised him was that even after a night of brutal fighting, faint gunfire could still be heard from farther out on Teldron Island, showing just how fierce the battle had been.
Zhou Ning washed up quickly, wrapped his scarf, and put everything he could into his inventory to avoid unnecessary loss.
Then, after a brief check, he pinpointed Red-Haired Robinson's location and headed to the dining hall. Sure enough, he ran right into him. He spoke directly:
"I have something to take care of on Teldron Island later. You all go ahead—I'll catch up."
His tone made it sound like he was telling someone to wait while he stepped out to buy an orange.
"Huh?" Red-Haired Robinson froze, thinking he misheard.
It was the first time he'd ever heard of someone being able to catch up with a ship at sea. But seeing Zhou Ning's calm expression—with no hint of a joke—he asked in bewilderment, "You don't need us to wait here for you? You're qualified for us to do that."
"No need. I can catch up," Zhou Ning repeated.
Then he grabbed a tray, picked up a casual breakfast, and leisurely read for a while to complete his daily reading task. Only when it reached 10 a.m., and the Wings of Freedom was about to set sail, did he head toward the port. Nearby, he found an empty stretch of ground and quietly waited for the misfortune to begin.
As the countdown ended, his vision dimmed. The snow stopped abruptly, and it was as if a cloud drifted in to block out the sun.
A chill crept across his back, goosebumps rising. A wave of unprecedented dread swept over him. This misfortune was unmistakably the highest tier he had ever encountered.
Zhou Ning instinctively looked up at the sky—only to see several massive meteorites that had somehow formed above, now plummeting at full speed.
Heaven moves to kill, shifting stars and displacing constellations!
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