My Monster-Derived Skills Are the True Power
Chapter 33: The Timely Rain

What the hell?

The sudden appearance of a Derived Skill left Li Ye momentarily stunned. In his daze, he failed to save the next teammate, who ended up taking a direct punch from Murong Kaixin. The blow shattered the man’s chest, sending blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Strike My Teammates could boost his strength...

But how did such a bizarre skill manifest? What kind of logic was behind this?

Wasn’t the Team Badge supposed to symbolize unity?

All his effort to rally these people together was rooted in fostering unity. How did a skill that required attacking his own teammates align with that? If anything, it seemed designed to destroy unity!

Still, the fact that injuring his teammates could enhance their combat effectiveness offered Li Ye a small measure of comfort.

The skill’s arrival couldn’t have been timelier—it was practically a lifesaver. Without it, dying in this bizarre world just a few days after his arrival would’ve been a pathetic end.

...

Don’t blame me!

The skill’s effects doubled Li Ye’s Inner Power and physical attributes, drastically boosting his speed. Turning sharply with the ball, he intercepted a strike from Murong Kaixin just in time to kick a participating elder of Xuanguang Sect out of harm’s way.

However, his strength was slightly overestimated, and his kick landed squarely on the elder’s ribcage, a particularly sensitive area.

Crack!

The sharp sound of breaking ribs was accompanied by the elder’s screams, forced from his throat by the sheer impact.

But on the bright side, he narrowly avoided Murong Kaixin’s deadly attack.

Li Ye shot the elder an apologetic look before racing to save the next teammate.

There was no denying it—Demon Hunters with Derived Skills were in a league of their own. After saving just two people, Li Ye’s strength and Inner Power had already quadrupled. At this rate, he’d soon surpass the Innate Level and ascend to the Grandmaster realm.

The elder, clutching his fractured ribs, looked on with a mixture of grievance and understanding. He knew it wasn’t Li Ye’s fault; after all, the kick had saved his life. It was only natural that Li Ye couldn’t control his strength in such an urgent moment.

The blame lay squarely with Murong Kaixin.

If Murong hadn’t launched a merciless attack on Li Ye, none of this would have happened.

Anger burned in the elder’s heart, even quickening the circulation of his Inner Power.

Bang!

Another scream pierced the air.

This time, Li Ye saved a teammate by kicking him squarely in the lower back. The strike was so forceful that the man’s screams didn’t even sound human. He writhed on the ground, clutching his injured kidneys.

Watching this unfold, Murong Kaixin sneered.

“Whether they’re taken out by me or by you, the result is the same. Without teammates to pass you the ball, how long do you think you can hold out?”

“Immortal? Ha! You’re nothing special.”

With a disdainful snort, Murong Kaixin quickened his pace.

The throbbing pain in his lower abdomen only fueled his malice, and like a cat toying with a mouse, he focused on attacking those closest to Li Ye.

He was intent on using Li Ye’s efforts to "save" his teammates to incapacitate all of them.

As for Li Ye himself, Murong Kaixin planned to cripple him personally before dragging him back to the capital for interrogation, determined to extract the secrets of Spiritual Energy cultivation.

...

What unfolded on the field was a bizarre scene.

Murong Kaixin relentlessly targeted Li Ye’s teammates, while Li Ye scrambled around like a firefighter. Despite his best efforts, his teammates didn’t fall to Murong Kaixin—they were instead severely injured by Li Ye’s "rescues."

...

“Li Ye is still young. Facing someone stronger, he’s completely lost his composure,” remarked Wen Renchuan, the Qingcheng Sect leader, shaking his head with a sigh. “That claim about being ranked sixth among Interstellar Bandits was probably just boasting to save face.”

“Master, you think he made it up?” Zhong Wenhao asked in surprise.

“Whether in the light or shadowy paths, anyone who makes a name for themselves must have unwavering resolve. If the Galactic Federation is as powerful as he says, managing countless worlds, how could someone ranked sixth on their wanted list behave so flustered in front of Murong Kaixin from a backwater world?”

“Master, what about his Spiritual Energy?” Zhong Wenhao pressed.

“Oh, it’s real,” Wen Renchuan said, stroking his beard. “But soaring off to another world isn’t necessary. Wouldn’t it be better to enjoy life at the peak of this one?”

“Master, if the Spiritual Energy cultivation method is real, shouldn’t we help him? If everyone on the field dies, who will teach us?” asked Zhu Zhirou in astonishment.

“Don’t worry. Murong Kaixin won’t kill him,” Wen Renchuan replied. “Even if the method is legitimate, a league involving all sects disrupts the martial world’s foundation. No one—sect leaders or the imperial court—wants that. A league led by someone like Murong Kaixin is much more acceptable.”

“Oh,” Zhu Zhirou murmured, her brows furrowing slightly as she refocused on the field.

In her heart, she sighed. The once-dazzling Li Ye, who had effortlessly toyed with Gongsun Jie, seemed so far removed from the current, beleaguered figure.

...

On the field, only three of Li Ye’s teammates remained standing.

One of them was the elder whose ribs Li Ye had broken—barely managing to stay upright.

The three exchanged confused glances.

Was Li Ye’s "help" intentional? It happened too often to be a coincidence, yet he clearly had no reason to harm them.

Fine!

Li Ye was saving them—he’d just lost control in the heat of the moment.

After all, being injured by Li Ye was better than being killed by Murong Kaixin.

Though the situation felt awkward, they could only console themselves with this reasoning.

Still, without anyone left to pass him the ball, what would Li Ye do if Murong Kaixin overwhelmed him?

Would their path to cultivation truly end here?

...

Having incapacitated five teammates, Li Ye’s Inner Power had quintupled.

Now, with his speed surpassing Murong Kaixin’s strikes, he could save others without taking damage.

But Li Ye was greedy—he didn’t fight battles he couldn’t win. He wanted to crush Murong Kaixin with absolute superiority.

Even as he noticed the doubtful gazes of his teammates, he resolved to "help" the remaining ones too.

For maximum impact, he deliberately suppressed his speed, ensuring Murong Kaixin wouldn’t notice his rising strength.

Every time he "rescued" a teammate, he maintained a look of guilt and sorrow, hoping it would ease their discomfort.

But as his kicks grew fiercer, those expressions had diminishing returns.

Still, Li Ye believed that once Murong Kaixin was defeated, they would understand.

And even if they didn’t, who cared? Once the match ended, his power wouldn’t disappear. If anyone dared badmouth him later, he’d "erase" them himself.

After all, truth only existed within the range of one’s cannons.

However, he couldn’t let his image crumble too far. After all, he still had a reputation to uphold as "The Timely Rain."

With that in mind, Li Ye forced his eyes red with Inner Power and looked at Murong Kaixin with a tragic expression.

“Old scoundrel, if you’ve got the guts, come for me! Bullying the weak—what kind of man are you?”