Chapter 1810 - 929: Northern Realm Specialties (2)

Otherwise...

Just die!"

The flame-shaped sword, once again, slashed down upon its target!

This time, there was no trace of the previous 'gentleness.' The spikes on the sword's edge, resembling flames, suddenly surged forth, intertwining like branches, rotating and winding together, transforming the blazing great sword into a chainsaw covered in thorns and spikes. Amid the sound of it tearing through the air, the terrifying heat descended ahead of the sword's edge.

Then, it landed into an open palm.

Gripped tightly.

No matter how it shifted in form, changed direction, or adjusted its rhythm, in the end, it seemed destined to fall into that palm.

As if Yellow Beard voluntarily offered it.

The heat and flames comparable to a Melting Furnace erupted forth, yet could not char that hand into charcoal; even the madly rotating blades could not shake the current iron grip.

"Great Craftsman…"

Across the blazing Flame Light, Ji Jue gazed at his opponent, sincerely praised, "You truly are a good person."

Even now, teaching me the survival rules of the Northern Realm. Despite being relentlessly provoked to this degree, still granting him ample Reaction time.

Even though he talks about using any means, aren't favorable conditions in Beifeng's workshop abundant for him? If he uses and maneuvers them casually, Ji Jue might suffer a silent defeat on the first exchange, possibly unable to display his capabilities before facing failure.

Yet Yellow Beard refrained.

Too proud to allow himself to gain more advantage before Ji Jue, such a 'latecomer'!

In this aspect alone, he doesn't seem like the deceitful, treacherous Northern Realm person.

"The local culture is so straightforward, I quite like it, but Great Craftsman, have you ever considered this question?"

At that moment, Ji Jue's smile vanished, his dark pupils reflecting his opponent.

Silently questioning:

——If I get serious, how long can you last?

Boom!!!

A storm of flames erupted from the ground.

Under the gaze of those black eyes, what Yellow Beard felt was unprecedented dread and shivering, like a monster tearing off its disguise, revealing its true form.

When he came back to his senses, the furious, cold Breath was already right in front of him.

Like death itself.

Without hesitation, Yellow Beard unleashed his full power, the countless sharp branches on the flame-shaped sword bursting out like an explosion, as the iron light faded, radiant gold surged from within, power surged again, striking down fiercely towards Ji Jue!

The earth shattered, soil upheaved.

The vast Duel Arena violently shook, stirring a wave of apprentice screams. If it weren't for the workshop's suppression, those in the stands might have been sent directly to the ICU.

At this moment, countless dust and sand were swept up by the wild wind, flying skyward.

And where the sword edge fell, the figure had already vanished without a trace.

At that moment, Yellow Beard was horrified, instinctively reversing the grip on the sword edge, piercing it into the ground beneath, unleashing a shockwave like a tidal wave, blowing in all directions.

In the most brutal manner, ignoring the terrifying load, forcibly sending the eerie figure that appeared behind him flying, blowing it away, and crushing it.

Unfortunately, at the moment of impact, Ji Jue's figure had already shot backward again, narrowly skimmed past the mighty wave.

Then, without even standing firm, the sound of breaking rung out.

From Yellow Beard's hand.

Right in his grip, the burning flame-shaped sword suddenly expanded, inch by inch, rapidly growing, intertwining iron branches extending skyward, barren branches producing sharp-edged fragments, numerous crimson blood-like traces flowing sinuously, casting black and crimson blend, filling the firmament.

Finally revealing its true form.

Then, the rebirth form manifested, Circle Realm unfolded!

From his side, the Fireworks Pot appeared out of thin air, merging with the fierce iron tree, immediately, endless thick smoke and sparks surged out, spreading along the iron tree, adorning its branches, radiating intense light.

In an instant, the countless blade fragments on the tree branches revealed the glowing Northern Rune, one after another, forged and completed, rising to the sky like stars.

Blanketing the sky.

A deluge erupted.

Countless blade fragments comparable to Blessed Creation, now launched at horrifying speeds surpassing fighter jet cannons, ravaging the entire Duel Arena, ripping through everything like thin paper.

Even the barrier on the stands vibrated intensely, causing everyone to flinch in fear, instinctively taking a step back, staring at the fragments of blades nailed into the void.

Accompanied by the eruption of sparks, a thundering explosion!

"Oh my!"

The craftsmen routinely beaten by Yellow Beard in the workshop were already terrified, exchanging glances.

In all these years, never seen the inspector in such a violent state...

In the literal sense, full firepower!

Ear-piercing collisions like torrential rain, amidst the endless bombardment of blades, Ji Jue's figure faintly revealed, like a phantom, enduring the firepower that could turn the entire Duel Arena to ash, unharmed.

Around him, a dreamy silvery light shone.

The sharp blades whistling towards him entered that faint silvery mist, rapidly deflecting, losing their original direction, deviating, and ricocheting, narrowly missing.