Kuyi Tulan signaled Hector to continue. He still felt that relying solely on the Sharkmon and flas wouldn't be enough to topple their Alchemy Workshop's Golden Seats.
He felt that there must be so kind of secret technique involved. Otherwise, by commonly known rules, their Alchemy Workshop's Golden Seats should have been able to handle it.
The Sharkmon just devours Spirit Power, and flas are nothing but unbearably hot. Alchemists have a hundred ways to create new defenses to fend off these attacks. To the Golden Seats, these were minor threats.
However, things were not as he imagined. His Alchemy Workshop was not as strong as he thought. Three Golden Seats dealing with two people from the Sol Family gained no advantage, and one was even injured. If it weren't for Milo's Exchange Beast, these Golden Seats might have changed hands today.
"Do tell , how did a single Sharkmon and a cluster of flas manage to defeat you?" he asked.
"Sir, that was not just any Sharkmon." Hector's face was grave as he struggled to utter a few words he was reluctant to ntion.
"Was it a tad Sharkmon?"
"Yes, sir."
"No wonder. I've only seen this ancient taming art in Scholars' books before. Apparently, to ta a Sharkmon, one must nourish it with Spirit Power. Once it has been nurtured to a certain extent, the Sharkmon will gain human-like intellect and beco very obedient." Kuyi Tulan's eyes sparkled with anticipation, as he seed to have already claid this Sharkmon as his own.
Dastan, trapped inside the Golden Cage, fell silent. He knew that the more he spoke, the more information about the Young Family Leader would be revealed, so he tried his best to control himself.
Kuyi Tulan's earlier provocations must have been deliberate, Dastan thought. That man must have seen through my personality and intentionally provoked , making reveal information inadvertently. If I hadn't lost my temper just now, Kuyi Tulan wouldn't have been certain that their adversary was the Young Family Leader of the Sol Family. In that case, their subsequent battles with Young Master Stan would have been filled with suspicion, which would have given Stan an advantage. But now... my impulsiveness seems to have shattered all of that...
Dastan narrowed his eyes, slowly recalling the preceding scenes. Maybe it was my appearance that provoked Young Master Stan, or perhaps it was sothing else. In any case, Young Master Sol was the very picture of rage.
Anger led to drastic changes. Connected by blood and Spirit Power, the tad Sharkmon also instantly underwent an evolution. This evolution released a powerful shockwave, causing the three Golden Seats of the Alchemy Workshop to retreat.
Alchemy could instantly create a defense, but reacting in such a short period was no small feat. To demand the instantaneous composition of an Alchemy Equation for an alchemical exchange was truly a tall order.
Joela, Brad, and Hector had no effective counterasures when faced with this evolved shockwave attack. But they were, after all, Golden Seat holders, so fear did not show on their faces. They responded instinctively, step by step, according to their own rhythm.
Brad's attacks were temporarily ineffective, and Hector couldn't use his soft techniques, so they could only rely on Joela's robust Diamond Defense Shield.
But the flas—the dancing, moving flas—didn't offer them any respite. The fire rained down, gradually turning into strips of fire, which then transford into columns of fire, blasting directly at Joela's Diamond Defense Shield.
That wasn't all. Dastan, wielding his broadsword, began darting around underground. This was his unique Stealth Ability; relying on it years ago, he had managed to assassinate the marching commander of the Mantai Empire on the battlefield without anyone noticing. This ti, he intended to offer this skill to the Alchemy Workshop, even though Joela had once been a good friend of his...
Dastan's steel blade fiercely struck the fla-blasted Diamond Wall. CRACK! The mighty Diamond Wall shattered.
The evolved Sharkmon beca more flexible, now carrying the flas on its back as it continued to fiercely attack the three from the Alchemy Workshop.
The fla-enhanced Sharkmon transford into various shapes. Its attacks were highly diversified, featuring close-range knives, swords, hamrs, and axes, as well as long-range bows, crossbows, cannons, and muskets. This combination of near and far attacks relentlessly pushed the three Golden Seats back.
"This isn't going to work! We need to defeat Stan Sol, the one behind these two monsters, first. Only then can we escape this situation," Joela said from behind her Diamond Defense Shield.
The others agreed with her. Unfortunately, none of them could step forward to fight under such a ferocious assault. They couldn't approach Stan Sol without first getting past the Sharkmon and the flas.
Moreover, Dastan kept harassing them. Dastan's attacks were even more lethal than the flas, completely scattering their defensive formation. Joela had no choice but to confront Dastan alone, while Hector and Brad were forced to engage the Sharkmon and the flas.
Unable to get close, Brad couldn't unleash the power of Berserk. Although he held many Berserk Alchemy Equations in his hands, he could only watch helplessly as their opponents attacked relentlessly, unable to get near.
"I'll try to exchange for elasticity!" Hector shouted to Brad. "I'll launch you toward Stan Sol! I'll hold off these two monsters!"
Hector ford a Spirit Power Alchemy Equation, and his entire arm instantly transford into flexible tendrils. FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH! Like drawing a bow, he shot out nurous Spirit Power pellets.
However, the Sharkmon and the flas weren't scared. After all, they weren't truly alive, not even sentient beings; they were rely entities imbued with Spirit Power, like avatars...
Of course, Hector was rely bluffing. His true aim was to catapult Brad, nearly invincible in close combat, toward Stan Sol.
Dastan sighed. Thinking of that scene, he felt a surge of gratification; he had never imagined that the Young Master of the Sol Family would mature so quickly.
Hector had succeeded in his aim, but the arm he had exchanged was consud by the flaming Sharkmon.
Once the Sharkmon bit into the Spirit Power-infused arm, it refused to let go. Hector's Spirit Power gradually began to drain away...
Seeing this, Brad, soaring through the air, was filled with rage. He roared, leveling up his Berserk once more! In an instant, his entire body was bathed in a yellow glow. His golden fist, like a cannonball, shot toward Stan Sol.
Even now, Dastan couldn't help but tear up recalling that scene. It had been many years since anyone from the Sol Family had achieved such a technique!
Incomplete Moon!
The part of Stan Sol's body Brad had struck instantly vanished, leaving an incomplete, floating figure.
Brad, unable to stop his montum, crashed into a large rock. The rock instantly shattered, emitting waves of hot steam.
This scene astounded everyone present.
"Is he even human?!" a few onlookers exclaid in shock.
"He is! Of course, he's human!" Baharo, who was protecting Hustace, was ecstatic. "This is the highest realm pursued by Hunters! This is the greatest power bestowed upon us by the moon!"
"Incomplete Moon!" Dastan also cried out in astonishnt. "This is the ultimate technique aspired to by every ancient Hunter on the continent!"
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