As if violent.
Indeed, it pierced the body, and indeed successfully extracted outward.
Yet at the mont of its launch, it seed to lose its target.
To use a specific analogy, it’s like when you prepare to extract a kidney, you find you’ve rely slipped into an armpit—even seems truly an armpit.
Fu Qian paused the movent and examined the position he had just attacked.
It appeared there was a slight change in the original description of a lump.
The once-described accumulation of subcutaneous fat in circles, scales without visible boundaries, now, there were.
The place he had just reached into truly revealed a clear gap.
Its structure instantaneously underwent a fundantal change.
As if what was seen before was rely an illusion, it actually was a snake coiled there.
And his previous action thus no longer t the requirents of a Visceral Critical Strike, as it was outside the body.
The ultimate effect achieved was just a few scales falling, the professional execution skill Visceral Critical Strike failed to fulfill the execution.
As this transformation occurred, he remained unaware.
"The essence of destiny far exceeds your imagination, which is why I’ve never liked a Tyrant...wielding calamity, haha...and rely crude brats destroying without awareness."
At this mont, the sharp critique from Lord Destiny Snake unsurprisingly resounded, sounding as if even the original Abandonnt King was disdained.
"Of course, you are even more unaware...which is why I said before, you truly don’t know what you are doing."
...
Crude brats—a fitting analogy.
It’s not surprising that the other knows about the Abandonnt King’s respected na.
These few evaluations seem to answer a certain previous doubt to so extent.
That is, the authority of Lord Destiny Snake and myself seems to have so overlap.
Does misfortune also count as destiny?
In such cases, how should one act?
Now, listening to this tone, the distinction seems to lie in the technical content.
Unawareness...ans the Abandonnt King can certainly bring misfortune but does not actually involve the comprehension of destiny’s essence?
Whereas this counterpart symbolizes the essence of destiny, like the ability to arbitrarily adjust program codes, guiding computation results toward desired directions?
Like the unsuccessful bullet trigger earlier.
Whereas I, wielding calamity, simply represents various brutal formatting, regardless of what’s inside, granting destruction and termination to all?
Like crushing the entire hard drive directly.
One must admit, it indeed sounds sowhat crude.
However, it does explain why I haven’t discovered thods to enhance luck values all along.
The Tyrant’s calamity is pure, and so-called benevolence only involves distinctions between a light and heavy hand.
"So what is the essence of destiny? Coincidences gathering into nurous possibilities?"
Though blatantly disdained, Fu Qian indeed felt no embarrassnt, instead sincerely inquiring further.
Formatting is evidently cool, alright.
Regarding possibility and coincidence, on one hand arises from the bullet trigger, and on the other from an old friend—Rosetta.
That poor soul, whose ability once seed to be "luck."
Earlier speculation was that her ensuing "tragic fate" might be because the corresponding higher power was likely trapped within Nightmare Corridor—now confronted with a Destiny Snake.
"Yes, the possibilities of scales are countless, then it happens to evolve into a corresponding one."
Lord Destiny Snake surprisingly did not hasten, genuinely responding to the question, even explaining the previous situation.
"Just fortunately evolved into a targeted form, it’s far from being that simple."
"This evolution occurred even without a process, appearing directly as a result; in my view, re foresight isn’t enough to explain."
Yet Fu Qian wasn’t so easily fooled, continuing to express his opinion with furrowed brow.
"Your words again prove my previous assertion; whether it’s foresight or destiny, you lack essential understanding...and you’ll never understand because you aren’t ."
Regrettably, this opposing reaction seed reminiscent of a Magic Master encountering a Full Power Warrior, not even wanting to delve into specific logic, responding only with disdain.
Although the final assessnt actually held nothing wrong.
Only a firsthand experience through authority allows one to understand the difficult-to-convey feelings within.
Even if others were to describe it to in words, it wouldn’t be sufficient to improve on my crude formatting.
Nevertheless, despite this, I can still try to forcibly summarize from my own perspective—
An approach akin to foreseeing the future then doing preemptive defense, even such responses don’t need to be disclosed in advance, directly inserted into destiny.
Specifically, the scales didn’t change beforehand, but appeared directly following the attack.
And despite piercing the body, the Visceral Critical Strike had turned into being external.
Indeed rogue, especially after a reduction, the damage might even be sealed, transford into gradual release—but seems there’s a limit?
Fu Qian looked at the body, with scales falling, now appearing slightly mottled, slowly inhaling deeply.
Long whips, chains, sharp teeth...hundreds upon thousands of tentacles in the sa style as those claws, erupted directly from the body.
Tendril Barrage Devastator!
Inflict damage, well, this is rather straightforward.
Boom!
This ti, the tactile sensation noticeably improved.
The opponent didn’t even show intentions of fleeing, rely stayed there like a stake, enduring massive strikes in an instant.
And after the greater power of damage testing concluded, Fu Qian continued inspecting the Destiny Snake that hadn’t changed position at all.
Still an intact body, with no visible scars.
However, compared to before, the falling scales finally seed to have so consistent flow.
In the blink of an eye, even Lord Destiny Snake showed signs of balding, seemingly proving the feasibility of forcing damage.
But here’s the issue, doesn’t the subject know it can be done this way?
Fu Qian glanced at the intact bar.
I actually hadn’t been that cautious earlier; everything around should have been equally crushed—tch!
A special sound erged, accompanied by pain.
Fu Qian looked at his left side rib.
Without any warning, this theoretical Divine Body, unexpectedly displayed a fierce wound out of thin air.
Then another, and another...
Not particularly exaggerated injuries, but definitely not light.
And another change followed, as the scales on the body of the opponent seed to slow in peeling off.
Undoubtedly, this is quite a bad on.
Is that why this being simply does nothing and stays here as a stake?
Aside from mocking ti, sealing destiny...even sharing destiny?
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