Frederick had already seen through his opponent's essence.
This was truly utilizing chanisms to their core.
If there were any differences between the two before entering the simulated world, those inexplicable actions and delays were likely just a disguise...
The true purpose of the opponent's craftsman was to treat his own simulated image as a sacrifice for his weapon!
Not even sparing his own image!
At this mont, the two had completely rged.
Ji Jue's blood, life, and soul, through preparations made during the creation and the spiritual circuit, had thoroughly fused with the fierce weapon in his hand.
The invader now seed to be just an accessory of the blade and its wielding tool.
Hence, he could share the spiritual energy and life the weapon had plundered, completing himself.
Otherwise, even the initial gravitational acceleration would have been enough to turn Ji Jue's brain into tofu, not to ntion the subsequent vital punctures and the Heavenly Punishnt Thunder from the workshop!
The armor had already turned red-hot, and even with a buffer layer, the internal temperature would have cooked the driver into crispy duck. How could he still be alive, wildly swinging and hacking around now?!
As an alternate sacrifice and an accessory to the blade, as long as the supply of blood energy and spiritual substance from the blade continued, he would definitely not die so easily.
Unless he was completely evaporated in an instant!
Or... left alone.
Just ignore him.
Just send a large number of inorganic puppets to contend with him, strengthen the workshop's defenses, and delay ti.
The blood sacrifice would eventually end.
As long as the external supply couldn't keep up, the fierce weapon would backfire on the user, thoroughly draining him like a milk carton.
But even this had been completely anticipated by the opponent. Look at the evil battery packs practically covering his armor... Frederick was speechless.
Who knows how long he can hold out, who knows if I can endure it!
Besides...
—Should I really escape?!
Why?!
Is the North Wind afraid of the power of blades? Know this: My fla surpasses the edge of the blade!
Deep within the bulwark, Frederick rose from his enormous seat, no longer hesitating.
He had already initiated the challenge, his opponent accepted, so there was no need for further procrastination. As a craftsman, when facing a formidable enemy, should he flee from his own workshop?!
The day of avenging sha is today, this mont.
Right before his eyes!
At that instant, the tattoos on Frederick's body suddenly radiated fierce light, circulating and rising from his flesh, extending in countless strands in all directions.
Becoming one with the entire workshop.
Thus, the fierce flas within the lting furnace erupted, spreading, completely consuming the bulwark, omnipresent, incinerating all corpses, fragnts, and irrelevant dust.
Tossing everything into the eternally burning molten rock purgatory!
At the deepest recesses of this terrifying purgatory, infinite firelight gathered, massive spiritual energy flowed, and the outline of Valhalla appeared for a mont, integrating the phantoms of reborn heroes, berserkers, war giants, and soul hunter knights into the flas.
Integrating into Frederick's body!
At this mont, he was no longer the weak craftsman of the past, but the true master of this world.
Wielding infinite flas, incinerating all formidable enemies, setting the Nine Realms of the North ablaze with a ferocious spirit!
Among the supre three in the Valhalla sequence, the second—
—The Lord of Burning, Surter!
"Co!"
Amid the roaring flas, the burning giant appeared out of thin air before Ji Jue, shattering the void. The giant sword forged from boundless molten iron and rock fell down in a slash!
Boom!
In an instant, the Bloodblade collided with the flasword, an imnse scarlet surged from the fiery blaze and shot out, returning futilely for the first ti!
No, even... cracks appeared!
At this mont, under the transformation of nurous blessings, the Lord of Burning, achieved by sacrificing the craftsman's body, had qualitatively surpassed the fierce weapon ford from countless blood sacrifices!
Just as Ji Jue, now a sacrificial blade, Frederick had forged himself into Surter, the flasword in his hand exemplified the embodint of destruction ford from all the workshop's forces!
Blood torrents flowed, entwining the scorching armor, the quick-repaired blade beca increasingly violent, shaking from the constraints of solid alchemy as ferocious and venomous energy spewed forth.
Like a clash between devils, an encounter of destruction against destruction.
Blood and fire collided, roaring echoed ceaselessly.
Unable to clearly see their silhouettes or forms.
Only a rampaging scarlet dance, and another burning fiery stream collided, the sharp sound of grinding steel resonated endlessly.
Now, not only were the eliminated observers outside the simulation stunned speechless, even Jiang Tongguang before the Floating Light couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
The rivers of blood, hell yeah!!!
Such strength, such power, such might, such ferocity!
It's exactly what I wanted to see!
"Just this section alone, clipped and sent to the Master of Soldiers in Central Earth to watch, he'd probably give a thumbs-up and praise: Our group has produced another pair of good seedlings."
He pinched his chin and sighed sincerely: "You know, the North Wind Workshop, and that big-bearded guy's direct disciple, is always about hacking and slashing. But where did Ye Xian find such a treasure? Look at his fighting stance, totally holding his own..."
"I'll talk to Yellow Beard about the big-bearded guy's matter."
Gustav glanced at this guy's behavior and reminded him again: "And don't forget Ye Xian's background..."
"That's not right?"
Jiang Tongguang frowned, his expression becoming more serious, instinctively lowering his voice: "You an that one? But that one isn't known for this kind of style."
Gustav couldn't resist rolling his eyes.
"I an before that—"
Thousand Islands Ye Family, true descendants of Central Earth's essence, inheritors of Ganjiang and Moye!
A few hundred years ago, during the Second Battle of White River, the Ye Family in the Thousand Islands Alliance also fought a real battle with the King of the North!
Not to ntion the na of swordsmith accumulated for over a thousand years since the Eternal Empire period!
Though now only Ye Xian is left, and he's too lazy to use these skills, you can't deny his family heritage!
"Wasn't the inheritance considered broken? The flow of Saintly Spirit in current tapestry has ceased."
"A collateral branch can also revive the orthodox line... If Ye Xian intends to, all sides would recognize it."
"A good student is really nice." Jiang Tongguang sighed.
"If you're envious, you can also take one." Gustav said: "There are endless apprentices and craftsn outside queuing for Master of Abyss Tongguang's guidance."
"Forget it, too much trouble."
Jiang Tongguang shook his head without hesitation, sighing lightly.
Teaching the slow ones is troubleso. Teaching the smart ones is even more troubleso. And if it's soone bad, teaching one like Ji Jue... who knows how much trouble I'd have in my lifeti.
Crack!
A rupturing sound echoed from the Floating Light.
In the simulation projection, fla light flowed like blood, splattering.
Surter staggered back a step.
Clearly ford from an epheral fla and molten iron, the giant's chest bore a stark wound.
Facing it head-on.
The scorching armor stood firm, holding a blood-soaked long blade and a flickering short sword.
"Short sword?!"
Frederick was stunned, shouting in disbelief from the inexplicable pain.
This mont, Frederick wasn't the only one stunned, even Gustav was slightly astonished—it was so bizarre, he actually had a second blade?!
When did he get it...
"Speaking of which, the process hasn't been followed yet."
From within the scorching armor, a pre-recorded voice echoed: "At this ti, it's customary to introduce one's work, earning so street cred and style points!
Surely, you must be wondering now: What in the world is this, so bizarre?"
"To be honest, this is the culmination of my two and a half years studying alchemy, a stroke of genius!"
The craftsman's image spread his arms, the long blade dancing, and the short sword reversed, the blood light and curse flowing, revealing its savagery: "You've deeply experienced its ferocity and violence.
Though it doesn't reach the level of Heavenly Artisan, as a blessed work, I believe it rarely has rivals among peers. Hence, I nad them after the two scariest things in the world—"
With the craftsman's words, on the blade and sword ridge, blood color flowed under the black inscriptions, displaying their nas!
"This long blade is called 'Ex-Wife'!"
Accompanied by the exhilarating drum beats from the speakers, the craftsman solemnly said, "And this short sword is nad 'Stepmom'!"
[???]
In that brief silent mont, everything fell into silence.
No more sounds.
In and outside the simulation, above and below the Floating Light, an unspeakable chill arose, appearing in everyone's hearts, their expressions frozen on their faces.
Instinctively wanting to rub their ears, doubting their hearing.
What the hell did you just say?!
Even the fla giant Frederick stood stunned, forgetting where he was. If a strong attacker seized the chance, he'd likely be torn apart beyond recognition.
But the opponent, after finishing, seed to enter a show-off phase, waving his blade, continuously changing poses, demonstrating his work.
"Really scary, isn't it?! Did it frighten you?"
The voice from the speakers babbled on, introducing in detail: "As the na implies, the Ex-Wife's blade is sharp, powerful, unstoppable, especially adept at capturing spiritual energy and dividing assets, each strike makes one deeply pained, leaving even billionaires holess, destitute on the streets!
And the Stepmom is even scarier, not only swift and elusive, but also cursed and poisonous, each cut leaves no visible wound, causing internal collapse, killing without spilling blood!
Anyone grazed by it would have years of emotional trauma..."
Such terrifying power, who could face it without fear?
No one!
Absolutely no one!
Even if the toughest iron-blooded n pooled all their courage, encountering these two blades so terrifying, they'd probably shed tears, right?
"Sadly, the points aren't enough."
Ji Jue sighed sincerely: "Originally, I planned to make a Lake Fairy Sword that can split into countless blades, search targets in the void, unstoppable! With the integration of aether and the blessing of the Gate of Eternity, it could also activate age..."
Boom!!!
Out of nowhere, boundless flas suddenly erupted.
The Lord of Burning, Surter roared, the giant sword expanded, striking down the endless chattering opponent!
Already had enough!
"Shut! Up! Now!!"
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