Chin Mong turned to look at the six figures running across the distant horizon into the harsh wasteland of black soil and gravel—also six streaks of golden light.
[Bestowing Complete Fragment: No. 2.]
[Bestowing Complete Fragment: No. 3.]
This was the color he had given to them.
~(Oh famous little Mong, your reputation is practically pushing 70!)~
~{Today’s deeds will leave a deep and dark mark on the Shibin Wastes, won’t they?}~
Justiceer’s voice rapidly approached from behind him.
~All Ancestral Halls come from…~
Chin Mong felt a sudden surge of boundless terror, his back muscles tensing violently.
~Crescent Realm!~ The monster’s voice exploded in his ear.
Chin Mong didn’t turn back. His Moxel circuit flickered as Chronos amplified threefold, and in an instant, a golden-red imaginary flame erupted over his body.
BANG! He was sent flying into the sky by a tremendous force, his amplified fifteen thousand Chronos instantly dropping to thirteen thousand.
[Bestowing Complete Fragments: No. 4, 5, 6, and 7.]
Suddenly, the fleeing Shiu Siuchuan and his companions felt an indescribable connection among themselves.
It was an inexpressible sense of seamless integration, as if they were naturally, inseparably one entity.
Before he even landed, the plants and trees on the earth withered rapidly, sprouting countless glinting thorns. Chin Mong crashed heavily into them, his whole body stinging with pain.
[I’ve offset 1800N again. Is it still too late for me?]
He coughed and propped himself up, sensing several figures emerging in his consciousness—Yang Zicang was roaring in that void of nothingness, demanding to be let out.
Justiceer stepped before him, looking down with his two heads held high.
–Why bother. Even if you die, the one he’s contained will still emerge, and I’ll crush him easily.–
Bang!
Justiceer slammed a heavy punch into Chin Mong’s face, driving the young man’s head deep into the soil covered with thorns.
[I’ve offset 2300N.]
Justiceer crouched down, –Even if he could escape, as long as he’s on this land, I’ll always hunt him down. He has nowhere to run.–
Bang!
Another punch sent excruciating pain through Chin Mong’s bones.
His neck was on the verge of snapping, yet Chronos, at the critical moment, caused spacetime to jump by a microsecond, keeping the bones that should have broken intact.
Chin Mong lifted his head with effort, gazing at the red mist-shrouded figure beside him.
–Want to say something? Ha, I forgot—you can no longer communicate with me through your mind.–
Justiceer raised his fist, and Chin Mong closed his eyes—but just as the fist hurtled toward his head once more, the Moxel on his chest continued to flicker:
[The complete fragment begins its endowment: Number 8, me.]
The fist, carried by a gust of wind, slashed across a short distance, while a golden radiance enveloped Chin Mong’s body.
Seven golden beams, monumental as stele, instantly crossed the void and merged into the youth lying on the ground.
[I have forged the complete puzzle.]
Chin Mong reopened his eyes, his gaze lapped without a single ripple as he fixed on his opponent.
–Hmm?– Just as his fist stopped a hair’s breadth from him. He paused at Chin Mong’s eye socket as a flicker of doubt flashed across Justiceer’s face.
Boom!
A burst of flame erupted; the ferocious, unrivaled punch slammed into the jaw of one of the monster’s heads, while its other head stared in shock as the jaw of its neighbor exploded.
Triangle manifest!
Thud! A kick, carrying a fierce gale, struck Justiceer’s abdomen, sending the monster shrouded in crimson mist hurtling like a cannonball.
Crash after crash, smoke billowed as the body rolled across the ground.
The monster, having tumbled afar, coughed as it stood up, staring in shock at the figure now upright at a sharp ninety-degree angle.
–You… of all times… how dare you…–
–A puzzle is a division of wholeness.– Chin Mong looked up, glaring with fury, –They were once a single entity, you animal, do you understand what that means?–
The few people elsewhere felt each other in their hearts at that moment, naturally aware of Chin Mong’s actions without even using Syn-Link.
–Brother Qin has gone mad.– Fan Xiuyun said with furious shock, –He borrowed my Mouth-Sea ability! Didn’t even say a word.–
Yang Zicang, enveloped in the gray mist, felt his own strength being pilfered from him, yet in essence it remained, only temporarily difficult to wield.
Yang Zicang sensed the other seven individuals, with Chin Mong being the most vivid to him now, attuning even to his thoughts, feeling how strongly Chin Mong believed in himself and in their unity as a whole.
The Moxel abilities of everyone converged upon him!
–What a domineering power!– Yang Zicang murmured.
[I’ve become more complete, but the complete me is so weak.]
Moxel spoke uncertainly within Yang Zicang’s mind.
It was like how Matt Chao profoundly believed the train could glide through the city in a transparent form—if there was doubt or mistrust among them, this borrowed power might instantly snap and be difficult to mend.
Chin Mong’s ability had grown stronger, but in such a world, the prerequisites for activating it were far too extravagant.
Chin Mong strode step by step across the wasteland toward the monster.
Suddenly, a folded line shot through the air—Morris, perched on a small iron bed with a conical nightcap, had finally been stirred awake by the knocking.
–Good morning, Mr. ZiCang! Fighting, huh? Hey, what’s that place you’re at?–
Yang Zicang stood up, glancing around in confusion. –You asking makes me second-guess… I have no idea where this even is.–
Feeling Chin Mong relentlessly pounding the monster into the ground, Yang Zicang quickly briefed Morris, ended the connection, and the folded line vanished into the void.
–Chin Mong, return my amplified Chronos to me, and I’ll replace it with a new one for you.–
The golden energy surging around Chin Mong suddenly convulsed violently.
Suppressing his suspicions that Yang Zicang might be trying to retract the Chronos for good, he returned the remaining 5,000 N of the barely invested Chronos to him.
Having received the Chronos, Yang Zicang rapidly severed the link and connected with Morris instead.
–I Invested 5,892 N in Morris.–
–Morris Invested 9,999 N in Me.–
The Moxel folded line shot out sharply and connected with a now anxious Chin Mong.
Hearing Yang Zicang’s new Investment, the trembling gold light around Chin Mong suddenly steadied, and staring in shock, his eyes went wide.
–Yang Zicang Invested 9,000 N of Full Authority Chronos in Me!–
An endless numbing sensation enveloped the scrawny man. Letting out a roar, golden-red ethereal flames flickered across his body once more as he charged toward the monster attempting to flee.
–Aren’t you supposed to be a mere notch above our strongest?–
–Indeed, you’ve now earned the right to amend fate!–
Bang! Bang! Their figures collided at high speed, Chronos draining rapidly.
Chin Mong’s palm pressed against the monster’s as he snarled viciously at the two heads in front of him: –For the totality of us, we’re still forever stronger than Captain Yang at his peak! So tell me, who’s the real power here now?–
Suddenly, he spat a glob of golden-tinged saliva at the monster. The instant it twisted aside to dodge, Chin Mong landed a kick on its body, sending it flying.
Someone in the distance scratched his head—that looked like one of his own moves.
As the monster flew through the air, it twisted its body, bouncing and spinning off the ground several times before landing steadily.
–His martial prowess has already reached the pinnacle of mortals. Hence, my edge over him can’t manifest in combat technique, but rather in perpetual regeneration.–
The ground around the monster quickly withered as its shattered head and injured body regrew.
–This, sire, is the Cangyu bloodline. To have gained the sanctuary of the Soul Hall—what a fine feeling it is.–
The orb of light overhead rapidly recorded all of this.
It looked up and sneered, –For those of you whose strength relies solely on Chronos, once your Chronos runs out, you’re nothing. But I can endlessly repair myself, converting the death of plants and the earth into Chronos. That’s what makes me strong. And I have this place to thank for it—after all, the world I came from has no Chronos.–
Suddenly, the surrounding ground rapidly pulled together beneath Chin Mong’s feet—compared to his earlier expansion, this contraction was far swifter.
Life vanished, leaving nothing but barren desolation in the world.
The monster gave Chin Mong a deep, lingering look.
–Didn’t see this coming, did you? All of this is mine,– Chin Mong said, raising his fist as he charged at him.
–Back to prison with you—this time, I’m locking you up for a hundred years!–
Justiceer turned his head to gaze at a patch of dark, raised earth, then vanished from his spot in an instant, reappearing before a four-legged lizard sprawled on the ground in the distance.
The lizard flicked its little tail and scurried into a crevice in the earth with a rustle.
–It actually ran away.–
Chin Mong felt a surge of pride.
Since arriving in this world, he had never felt such exhilaration! This was the power of the strong! The strength he gained today had even forced the fearsome Shadow Beneath the Moon to flee under his blows!
All the backdrops vanished once more; the six people who had run several li away found themselves instantly back within a thousand meters of Chin Mong and immediately began to wail in despair.
The two heads of the beast, gazing straight ahead, turned to look at the small clusters of light in the sky.
–The previous conversation has been recorded, hasn’t it?–
The light clusters did not respond.
The beast chuckled: –If it’s recorded, then it’s good. My calibration task is at least half done.–
Faint rings began to emerge around its eyes.
–The first Blood Ring: The Gaze of Vicissitudes.–
With a snap of its finger, the already barren ground around it turned even more desolate, but only a modest amount of energy gathered. It gently shook its head.
–The second Blood Ring: Vision Manifest.–
Justiceer’s figure vanished from its spot, and a silver Lance shot out abruptly, piercing the ground where it had stood.
As he teleported again, the silver spear twisted and shrank into a black hole.
……
Inside Hubville, Ju Yin Chase, watching this scene, took a deep breath.
A Chronos War Artifact of such overwhelming power was actually appearing here.
Fortunately, the original Chronos Attack attached to this Chronos War Artifact should have been greatly weakened. Otherwise, such a weapon would not have a mere century of Chronos Attack.
In the distance, Yang Zicang’s figure had already reappeared on the ground.
After the surprise spear attack failed, Yang Zicang turned his head to glance at the young man beside him. Chin Mong looked away sheepishly, lowering his head.
–Brother Yang, I’m sorry…–
–To be able to break through at this moment… Perhaps you are the strongest person I have ever seen… No, at least the second strongest.–
The second strongest? Chin Mong lifted his head, bewildered. At this moment, his confidence was at its peak, but he had not expected that, in Yang Zicang’s words, there existed someone absolutely stronger than him—someone whose presence he could scarcely imagine.
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