If one word were to describe Frederick's mood right now, it would be "regret." If to elaborate, it would be "regret not stopping this damn thing from making a sound!"
Every ti I want to respect you a bit more, you just speak...
What kind of nonsense is this!
Even knowing that the opponent is trying to ss with his ntal state, Frederick still couldn't help but feel restless and furious!
Especially when he thinks about how everyone would ask, "You're so skillful and formidable, how did you get eliminated?" and "What's the na of the work that defeated you..."
How should he answer?
Amidst the roaring flas, Frederick couldn't help but start sweating profusely.
No, even if I don't say anything, the association might release the footage!
It's over, all over!
Thinking about the expression of Yellow Beard Great Craftsman when he hears that his student died at the hands of his ex-wife and stepmother makes his eyes well up with tears.
If he really got killed by his ex-wife and stepmother, his reputation would be ruined for life, right?
BOOM!
Surter's flas erupted once again.
Frederick roared, his aura skyrocketing, becoming more furious than ever before!
With the mighty sword in his hand, he slashed and swept, unleashing a storm of destruction, manifesting a dazzling tornado from the sword, turning the workshop into a calamity, evaporating blood and burning armor.
He must burn the enemy in front of him to ashes.
Cannot lose! Cannot lose! Cannot lose! ABSOLUTELY CANNOT LOSE!
At this mont, Frederick was far stronger than ever before, ascending to an unprecedented height under the stimulus of fear!
Suppress, destroy, annihilate!
With a loud bang, an arm of the armor turned to ashes in an instant.
But imdiately, liquid rcury sprayed from the crack, instantly reshaping!
The crimson blade soared again, slashing down!
It's the ex-wife!
Frederick's pupils contracted, then he grew even angrier: "Damn ex-wife, I don't have an ex-wife! No, I'm almost thirty, and I haven't even held a girl's hand!"
Why must I endure such supre humiliation!
By now, he could see it completely.
The blessings hidden within those two swords— a large group of battle-tempered blessings and the seize day raid of White Deer!
The forr increases power through blood sacrifice, while the latter destroys and plunders spiritual energy and life.
Both are common blessings, precious but not rare. He himself made quite a few weapons with them, but he never imagined that soone could combine these two blessings to such an evil effect!
Strong enough to make his heart tremble...
The ex-wife's destructive power is imnse, once slashed, a large amount of blood and life will be drained, but it poses no threat to an entropy-pure energy spiritual body like Surter.
The most frightening is that hidden in Ji Jue's palm, yet unreleased weapon— the stepmother.
Crafty and venomous, without the slightest warning, like a wasp's sting. If struck, even a small crack would bring bone-deep pain, and the curse poison within would corrode the soul, plundering spiritual energy and leaving irreparable damage!
Have to be vigilant...
BAM!
In that instant, Surter quivered suddenly, the chest cavity exploded from the short sword penetration, revealing a massive hole that could not be healed, from which a vast amount of molten rock flowed like blood.
As the curse poison dispersed, crimson spiritual erosion spread, tearing open a giant crack upon the energized giant's body.
"Wha..."
Frederick stared in shock, hardly knowing where the sword ca from.
Staggering backwards in confusion, but this ti, the opponent did not stand still to let him recover, but instead rushed like a storm, attacking fiercely.
With each slash from the ex-wife, there was a sudden change, shrinking into a crimson shadowy thin blade, severing the wrist. The giant sword flew up before falling, as the aggressive foe closed in.
Surter roared, raising his fractured wrist towards the nearby opponent.
A flood of lava and spiritual energy spewed forth like blood.
Forcing the adversary to retreat.
The flas quickly dimd, as if they had lost a large amount of fuel.
Finally, seizing the opportunity, Frederick caught the great sword with his left hand, panting, vigilant, and then heard the distorted voice from the ruptured loudspeaker.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you..."
The particularly earnest voice added, "The roles of ex-wife and stepmother can actually be interchangeable."
In the armored hand, the long sword and short sword rapidly changed, alternating, shrinking and extending, transforming easily— one sword, one blade, originating from the sa source!
Who said ex-wives couldn't beco stepmothers?
In fact, with so effort, it could work the other way around too!
After all… they were the sa weapon from the start!
From the blazing armor, the clasps opened, and the slender chains connected to the ends of the sword and blade slowly fell, dancing amidst the bloodlight.
Battle-tempered and seize day raid, the two blessings flowed freely under the chains' bond, overlapping to form an unimaginable structure.
In that instant, anger and absurdity were overshadowed by indescribable terror!
—A compound creation with double blessings, and both fused as one!
Combining the blessings of a large group and White Deer, allowing them to unify under one's own will, ultimately fusing into one. Furthermore, massive blood sacrifices were involved as interference...
"River Formation?"
Jiang Tongguang understood: "There's also sothing else in between, it looks like... All Sources Converge? No, there's no way stingy old Zhou Chong was so generous?"
"It's not generosity, he must have been caught off guard?"
Gustav lowered his eyes, piercing through the structure: "The implentation is a bit clumsy, unlike him at all. With River Formation as the basis, it's already a path completely different from Zhou Chong's."
More than that...
Being able to deduce the essence and theory of All Sources Converge from re application tricks, and even transplant it to Fluid Alchemy?
And it works, playable, usable!
"If this paper gets published, it could easily win an annual golden ribbon?"
Provided that they're willing to disclose the theories of Fluid Alchemy and All Sources Converge.
The two exchanged glances, remaining silent for a mont.
"He still has two other blessings." Jiang Tongguang shook his head.
In the association's struggles, making it to the high ranks, receiving the laurels, and becoming one of the eight directors who in so capacity control the Taiyi Ring, there are no shortcomings in ability, vision, or experience, even if far from Grandmaster, they're still beyond typical masters.
From the observations in the Tower of Transformation, looking down, sensing that mont of change, everything beca clear imdiately.
As clear as daylight.
"It's over."
Gustav said softly.
In that mont, the heavily wounded Surter was rejuvenated. The boundless flas converged upon his body, repairing all deficiencies.
No, one should say, reforging!
The current workshop was essentially Frederick's lting Furnace, with boundless flas representing creation and destruction manifest. Within a single thought, he could throw the enemy into the Molten Rock Hell, and in another, could fully repair himself!
Surter's terror laid in the near-lossless conversion between energy and spirit.
In other words, as long as flas still existed on the battlefield, he could continuously be reborn, even if only a spark remained, it could facilitate his transfer.
If one could not shatter this sea of fire in one strike, defeating Surter was impossible!
"Sorry, I didn't want to win so ugly." Frederick whispered as the flas roared, the Molten Giant bellowed, and the flaming giant sword grew again, revealing a terrifying size like a Heavenly Pillar.
Slashing in every direction, without blind spots.
The flas like a tsunami, raising waves of tens to hundreds of ters, swept and surged, cornering the invader. The mont the blazing giant sword pushed forward, breaking through the sword protection, penetrating the cockpit!
From the armor's back, the flas poured out like a tide!
In that instant, in the eyes of the armor, the blood-red light flickered and then vanished, collapsed, lted, turning into smoke and molten iron, disappearing without a trace.
Nothing else remained!
Frederick's pupils shrank— where's the Craftsman? Where did the Craftsman go?!
A crisp cracking sound ca from Surter's chest cavity.
Under the coating of rcury, the severely burned body pushed itself up from the flas, and then, the sword without a blade pierced through the giant from behind.
Just like tearing through the heart.
After the loudspeaker was destroyed, no words could be heard again.
But in that fleeting silence, what Frederick felt was unprecedented cold, fear, confusion, and desperation.
CLINK!
The sound of shattered glass erged from the giant's chest cavity.
Then, an uncontrollable, agonizing screech followed.
Visible cracks spread, expanded, and the boundless flas quickly dissipated. The flas, like blood, vanished. Even the workshop turned into Purgatory swiftly lost its original temperature.
The core collapsed.
Under that seemingly ordinary, pitch-black weapon.
Clearly shaped like a sword, but with distinct angles, like an octagonal iron rod, segnted inside... rather than a sword, it was more like a mace!
This was the true second weapon!
With one strike, the giant shattered, crumbling beyond repair, and the craftsman who beca a giant was severely injured and plumted into the ashes and dirt.
Incapacitated.
But still couldn't help but turn, eyes wide, staring at the expressionless mirror image and the weapon in his hand...
What was that weapon, after all?!
"Dissociation Technique!"
And so, the speculations of the two hosts were finally verified.
Jiang Tongguang sighed, rendered speechless.
To their surprise, even they were deceived by this boy!
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