Chapter 1813 - 931: If You've Got Cheats, Use Them!

It felt as if falling into the deep sea.

Every inch of air was filled with a chilling intent to kill. The Wolf's malevolent perception, like bathing in a storm, was completely ineffective.

Boom——

Amidst the frenzy of Blood Flames, an iron-colored Thunderbolt descended directly from above, transforming Hero Fabuti into lightning, falling from the sky. Amidst the surging ground fire, the giant Surter swung his flame-shaped sword, slicing horizontally!

Right in front, Helrenir, clad in exaggerated armor, raised a massive shield, akin to an iron wall, advancing with a towering presence!

There was no place for martial morals, nor any opportunity for respite. This was an open and righteous siege!

Completely different from the previous feeling when facing the Iron Valve, the fervent spirit of struggle within the heroes burned like a flame, carrying a savage, insatiable essence without any distortion.

The completeness was too bizarre, though still a creation, it was indistinguishable from a living being.

The heroes had already become one under the Summoning of the Circle Realm and the King of Heroes, leaving no chance for Ji Jue to re-use any old tricks, nor any opportunity to erode or seize. The choice left was only one…

A head-on, physical Destruction!

And so, Ji Jue raised his hand.

In that instant, a resigned sigh emerged from the thunderous noise:

"This is what you wanted to see, right, Great Craftsman?"

In just a moment's daze, before his eyes could focus, everything had changed entirely.

Although Ji Jue should have been torn to pieces, he still stood in place, while the three heroes who launched the full-scale siege were severely injured, flying backwards!

Helrenir's giant shield shattered, as if struck by a giant sword, breaking at the waist, Surter's head flew, Thunderbolt tore through the flame light, and Fabuti, descending from the sky, flew back with greater speed than when he arrived, shattered into mud as if struck by a meteor.

At the center, Ji Jue remained unscathed.

His ten fingers, untouched by Dust.

After a momentary silence, the surroundings erupted into cheers and applause as if a mountain was collapsing into the sea, indistinguishable between friend and foe. All the craftsmen and apprentices watching couldn't help but clench their fists, eyes wide open, unable to suppress fervent smiles, shouting loudly.

Seen! Seen!

Finally, damn it, saw it firsthand!

Master Maker, you did well, you did well!

This was the Circle Realm·Non-Attack that became renowned throughout the present world just a few days ago on the West Sea, accomplished by the remains of four transcendent Chosen Ones!

That pinnacle defense and miraculous Violence Control!

Even in the encirclement far surpassing his numbers at this moment, Ji Jue remained unscathed, the relentless onslaught streaming and transforming between his ten fingers.

No matter what kind of attack, once it fell into his hands, it seemed as if it were seized, becoming his own, manipulated and controlled at will within the Circle Realm, returning it to the opponents.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

Yellow Beard's expression remained unchanged, still solemn and grave, but his brow furrowed.

It was the terror one could never feel as a spectator, a chilling realization that came only through personal experience, impossible to stop with any amount of vigilance or caution.

Even if what he faced was merely ten fingers, the mysterious changes contained within seemed infinite, impossible to predict or measure.

But at least, one thing was clear…

——Victory was possible!

As the three heroes were being split apart, in the midst of the siege, Thunderbolt and flame and iron light re-emerged!

Without any pause, right in front of Ji Jue, amid the rolling smoke and fire, the three heroes were reborn!

And not just the three heroes, even the Military Governor and the Legion's Chosen Ones, shattered into dust under Pan Ying's slashes, would climb out again from the cracks beneath the earth the moment they were annihilated!

Thundering booms echoed within the Circle Realm, beneath the iron tree, Yellow Beard holding a giant sword, stirring the cauldron's smoke and fire like a ladle, endlessly.

Amidst the rolling and surging sounds, the iron slurry in the cauldron continued to erupt, leap, landing on his body, scorching the flesh, sizzling and hissing.

Until the flesh was burned through, revealing the white bones.

From beginning to end, Yellow Beard's face remained unchanged, seemingly unable to feel pain, chanting ancient epic poems with fervor and focus.

"So that's how it is..."

In a moment of realization, Ji Jue sighed lightly.

The Fireworks Pot!

Within the rumored hall of hero gathering, where the miracle of immortality is brewed, allowing all heroes to be reborn… this was Yellow Beard's Circle Realm!

Through the observation of the Hanging Elephant Mirror, he had already glimpsed the countless sparkling rays flowing in the flames and smoke.

At this moment, he was already within the cauldron!

In this closed Circle Realm, any Hero Seed consumed dissipated into nothingness, even slain heroes could rapidly be reborn through the Fireworks Pot, with almost no depletion!

As long as Yellow Beard lived, the existence of the heroes was endless!

But simultaneously, Yellow Beard had already conducted the Secret Ritual, offering his Rebirth Form to the Golden Ring and the King of Heroes, which almost equated him to an avatar of the King of Heroes, thus he could also be considered a Hero Seed, also under the shelter and blessing of the Fireworks Pot!

If you think that's already too unreasonable, then don't forget Beifeng combines the legacy of Ember and the Legion, with the venerated Heavenly Destiny [Path of Sharp Conquest]!

Forging blades, conquering the quartet, achieving struggle and victory with the dangers of blades and the creation of Ember, then turning back to make the edge of the blade even sharper through the results of struggle.

Like stepping on the left foot with the right, the more battles fought, the sharper the forged edge becomes, and the sharper the blade, the more fights can be fought!

Possessing such a legacy, manifesting in the Circle Realm, was a nightmarish targeting—should Ji Jue be injured even once, the threat of the Hero Seed would increase, the targeting would soar...

In the end, it seems like I'll have to face unrelenting defense-breaking and true damage!

In contrast, with Ji Jue having exhausted his spiritual reserves, he found himself in an utterly disadvantageous situation. Every bit of spiritual energy consumed was gone, difficult to replenish.

It was like a frog being slowly boiled—at first, there was no sensation, but as time went on it became more passive, and in the end, even if one wanted to resist, it was simply impossible.

"Fortunately..."

Ji Jue smiled softly at Yellow Beard, "I'm no pushover either."

No worries, rely where you must, use whatever cheat you have!

My ctrl and numpad are raring to go!

Boom!

Pan Ying, Chun Jun, Zanlu, Chixiao...

Four great radiances rose from Ji Jue's body, Rebirth Form·Nine Types, fully engaged!

Under the infinite strengthening of Earth bears the sea, his steel body ascended inch by inch. In a flash, he had transformed into a giant, comparable even to heroes!

With both hands open, Circle Realm Non-Attack manifested!

Cries from the audience rose again, like a tide reaching a new climax!

An uncontrollable excitement and fervor.

Because right before everyone's eyes, Ji Jue at this moment was like the heroes of the Northern Realm, discarding all tricks and techniques, colliding head-on with the enemies before him!

Head-to-head, mutual destruction!

Under the vermilion entwining of Pan Ying, the Circle Realm cleaved like a sword, splitting down the middle, cutting through the reborn Helrenir from top to bottom!

In the eruption of light and heat, his steel body fiercely advanced, penetrating the iron wall formation, crushing everything in its path with withering force.

The moment his five fingers closed, Heavenly Yuan Heavy Pressure erupted, shackling the lightning-fast Fabuti in place, and then, with a single withering punch, pounded him to dust!

Amidst flames surging like a blood rain, Purple Lightning Black Flame gathered at his fingertips, pulsating for an instant like a heartbeat, then burst forth, piercing through Surtr's chest, along with countless obstacles, leaving a shocking fissure on the iron trees that blotted out the sky!

"Come!"

The ignited armored giant stepped forward, boldly declaring, "I give you a chance!"

"Great Craftsman, let's have some fun!"

Even though he faced an endless army of heroes and besiegers, he acted as if they were no more significant than dust, wildly arrogant, disdainful of all.

Even as his arrogance blazed so fiercely, not only the spectators outside the battlefield, but Yellow Beard too found himself invigorated, silently laughing.

The heroes revered in the Northern Realm were never saints, nor did they care about so-called morals.

Some among them craved wealth as life itself, some indulgent in wine and women, some deceitful and treacherous, some habitually wielding schemes and plots, some ruining great campaigns in a fit of rage leading to deaths... Yet every one of them, when faced with struggle, showed no hesitation or retreat.

Likewise, when confronting death, they never displayed weakness or uncertainty.

Facing life and death, as well as their own ambitions and desires, candidly.

This is the heroism achieved and revered on the harsh tundra, showcasing power uprightly, winning by any means necessary, and unabashedly expressing desires!

No reasons needed, no excuses to find.

As long as I wish!

"Now, you're finally a person of the Northern Realm, my blood ally."

Amidst burning molten iron, Yellow Beard grinned, unreservedly rousing the power of the Fireworks Pot, forging endless weapons and heroes, striking with ruthless hands!

Giving his all, yet still insufficient, it must be stronger, must break through his own limits, surpassing his former imagination!

Otherwise, he couldn't defeat the opponent in front of him!

He already sensed it, that undisguised terrifying threat, right there before him!

So bizarre.

Even though the precise maneuvers on the West Sea that terrified countless people had vanished, and without Giant Que's horrifying defense, the threat Ji Jue posed continued to soar in instinctual perception!

Having discarded countless complex techniques, that essence honed through relentless practice, nearing instinctual 'purity,' had revealed itself from Ji Jue.

Three Phases Flow, naturally transitioning without any signs, as if divinely fashioned.

He was the embodiment of this skill, needing no more showy usage or exquisite operation, under the rightful control, enough to unleash power beyond normal logic!

More terrifying is...

—those hands!

At the moment of realization, Yellow Beard shuddered.

Amidst the roar, Nine Forms body clashed with the Flame Giant, ignoring the Flame-shaped Sword piercing through himself, attack meeting attack, he tore out the giant's heart, crushing it abruptly!

Cheers erupted once more!

Amidst the blood and fire, Ji Jue stood proudly, the crack on his chest slowly beginning to mend, though compared to the initial instant recovery, there was now a hint of fatigue.

And at the other side, in smoke and flames, the hero was reborn once more.

But this time... the Flame Giant suddenly staggered, disbelief lowering its head, looking at the massive crack on its chest.

The fatal wound left by Ji Jue had not healed at all!

The scar remained!