What the hell is this?
In the instant when the fla surged towards him, during the frenziedly accelerated perception of ti, Ji Jue's mind buzzed, and he was dumbfounded: how could a perfectly fine person suddenly explode?
Could it be that the You Sui craftsn are so fierce that, to avoid their own humiliation, they start a hardcore speedrun of life right on the spot?
No, with your save ti, you can't even touch the speedrun record!
What's the point?!
But soon, he finally understood the other party's purpose: simply wanting to die, nothing more.
As a tool, as a puppet, as a creation, delivered right in front of him.
And then—
——[Heaven and Earth Sa Life]!
It's unimaginable that such a terrifying fla light could rise up from such a tiny human body, continuously expanding, expanding, and expanding again, engulfing everything within.
Who knows how much chaos was implanted within their body, and once the explosion started, it triggered a fusion bomb-like chain reaction.
Tearing the sky apart, burning the earth, disrupting the entire Crack Realm.
At the very center of the explosion, when that body turned to ash, countless ashes once again expanded, exploded, annihilating all matter while releasing more spores of destruction, blooming anew.
In the blink of an eye, countless explosions within the Crack Realm overlapped, causing the entire realm to shake violently, almost unable to contain the storm spreading within, even under the eyes of two Grandmasters.
Trapped in a confined space, the explosion reverberated repeatedly, and just by the shimring light of the Crack Realm, the surrounding seawater boiled, rose, turned to mist, and was scattered by the fierce wind.
Thick smoke billowed, endless flas and ashes rose and fell, the shattered land suspended in the void reduced to less than one-tenth, covered in cracks, devastated.
In the Crack Realm, where even the laws of physics had utterly collapsed, it was as if it had transford into cosmic nothingness.
No gravity, no air, only an eerie silence broken by an ancient, terrifying residual warmth sweeping through like a tide.
And in this desolate abyss, there still stood a massive silhouette, half-squatting on the ground, arms raised to shield its face, using its body to block in front of the craftsman.
Long Shan!
At the most crucial mont, from beginning to end, the Prosperity, always high above and hidden in the sky, descended and blocked the tide of Destruction.
Its entire body glowing red, iron lting to reveal a texture beneath like obsidian, layers of hidden fissures erging, its face partly ruined and increasingly ferocious.
The countless layers of armor ford by three blessing chains were almost entirely annihilated under that terrifying impact; even so, the main structure remained stable, and what appeared severely damaged could be fixed with replacent parts and additional materials.
In comparison, more troubleso were those dark hues wandering and intertwining between the dark heavens and earth, clinging to Long Shan and Ji Jue's bodies, like a festering sore that wouldn't stop entangling.
Curse of the Abyss, Unending Bliss, Ghost Frost Annihilation, Rainbow Nonexistence, Pollution Distortion, White Hall Poison... various ticulously crafted pollutions continuously changed their forms, creeping inward and spreading like living creatures.
It was just like the small additives Ji Jue used to love mixing into bombs, the malicious intent crafted with cunning revealed itself from the explosion, acting upon him.
And imdiately afterward, outside the Crack Realm appeared a gaunt figure.
The figure was slightly hunched, slightly aged, hair graying with a receding hairline, already beginning to bald.
He still wore a slightly clumsy tortoiseshell eyeglass, sported a goatee, and held a briefcase, looking like an old scholar from who-knows-where.
He smiled warmly at Ji Jue.
"Quite a lot of things have been blown out again..." he sighed in admiration, "Mr. Ji's assets are enviably abundant."
"[Hui Nao]!"
The wine glass in Jiang Tongguang's hand revealed a tiny crack as Gustav's voice roared in his ear, "Bring Ji Jue back imdiately, you absolutely cannot continue!"
As a victim endowed with an honored na by Zhi Fu, before obtaining this title, he was more often referred to as a hyena or vulture.
Even in You Sui, he was notoriously infamous, unwilling to associate even with You Sui Craftsn.
No help for it, he was just too disgusting.
Like the na Hui Nao itself, essentially a foul-slling mire, sticking to it would stink for miles even against the wind. Even winning would leave a bad taste for decades.
What he excelled at was the confrontation among craftsn. But compared to soone like Ye Xian, who just bulldozes straight through, he wasn't even in the sa category, not comparable at all.
Because, apart from face-to-face confrontation, he would do anything, stopping at nothing except allowing his opponents the true chance to exhibit their strength.
As a craftsman, using ans without restraint is instinctual, but this guy had gone so far as to disregard objectives entirely for his ans.
He didn't even care about the final gains, just wanted to feel his opponent's humiliation and anger, and even helplessness... to the point of deliberately sparing his opponents' lives to amuse himself repeatedly, until after countless revenges he got bored of playing and finally let them die aningless and lowly deaths.
The Weaver who died tragically in a war she won, Shi Mie who lingered on driven to despair, Xuan Ying who had victory in hand yet was stabbed in the back by his student, even Zhu Yan who once led him into You Sui...
From the Association to You Sui, even from reality to the Vortex, countless victims born for his amusent and taste of victory, regardless of friend or foe, strong or weak.
Among countless vastly different tragic cases, the one common factor is the conclusion—at the mont he appeared face-to-face before his opponent, the actual match was already clenched tightly in his hand!
What was left was nothing but the brutal tornt of the enemy and amusent.
But now, his steps stopped before the Crack Realm.
It didn't an to step into it at all.
Just stroking his beard with a warm smile, he looked toward his opponent within the Crack Realm.
"May I ask, do we continue, Mr. Ji?"
He asked considerately: "Do you still have enough spiritual reserves? Is your spirit still full? Has your heart power weakened? Has this steel body of yours been excessively worn?
Do you need to rest a little longer?
It's okay, however long is no problem."
"Our duel hasn't started yet, if you want to give up, you can at any ti."
He paused, revealing a smile:
"All it takes is to bow your head and admit defeat."
Just like extending a friendly helping hand to a victim teetering on the edge of a cliff, the price is rely saying the word 'please' and 'thank you.'
That's all.
But the only answer he received was silence.
Among the dark curses entwining, Ji Jue kept silent, not uttering a word.
Just raising his head expressionlessly, looking at him with suspicion and contempt.
[Just you?]
Hui Nao shrugged helplessly and spread his hands.
As expected.
Simply lifted his head, his smile grew brighter, gazing up at the sky.
"May I ask, can we start now?"
The Heavenly Furnace cast its gaze down, staring at the Dust.
"Grandmaster!" Gustav shouted, nearly roaring, losing composure: "Please change personnel imdiately, Grandmaster! The Association is not yet in a ti of having no one to use, Grandmaster!!!"
The Heavenly Furnace remained silent, ignoring.
Did not even look at Ji Jue.
Face as usual.
"Then let's continue," he said.
Thus, Hui Nao laughed silently, looking at Ji Jue, who was entangled in curses within the Crack Realm, filled with mockery, yet unable to help, sighing quietly.
"Whether it's You Sui or the Association, the most unbearable thing is that bunch of guys with their pretentious, self-righteous attitude...each and every one of them, walking into a dead end without turning back,
thinking themselves superior, holding their noses high, overbearing, yet never realizing how ridiculous they are in reality."
Hui Nao walked into the Crack Realm, helplessly lanting: "At the end, truly at the end of their road, sobbing painfully, never once thinking it was themselves who fashioned such a plight.
It's truly, too laughable!"
Ji Jue said nothing, staring coldly at the shadow, slightly curling his hand.
Co!
But Hui Nao didn't move.
Instead, standing in place, leisurely opened his briefcase, took out a bottle, and smashed it on the ground.
Imdiately, the swamp stored in the tube danced like a living creature, spreading out, the gray-black swamp resembling so spirit aggregate, wriggling incessantly, nurous dry bones faintly appearing from the swirling swamp, still tightly gripping their proud creations and heart's blood.
Never resting in peace.
Thus, the swamp encircled him, unmoving as a mountain, solid as a golden soup.
"You might have misunderstood , I'm different from valiant swordsn like you, I'm all bark with no bite, timid as a mouse, always fearing not having assurance, always hesitant, seeking not a bit of achievent but rather seeking absolute stability, my greatest wish is to live peacefully, anwhile finding so fun unknown to outsiders..."
He muttered incessantly, taking out a heap of miscellaneous items from his chest, constantly jumping topics, gossiping endlessly: "Many people say I'm underhanded, it's actually true, after all, what I'm best at is this kind of dog-eat-dog battle, everyone revealing their true faces, masking nothing, showing their own vileness...those who lose to often far surpass , but, in vileness, none can compare to half of .
You see, just like now, I don't need to hurry, already occupying the advantage, the reserves are sufficiently large, victory is assured, there's no need to hastily probe.
The reason for delaying until now before entering the stage was rely piecing together from borrowed things.
Just like..."
Boom!!!!
Purple Lightning Black Fla roared over, yet disappeared before a lamp light.
Futile.
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