Chapter 1817 - 934: Good People of the Northern Realm (Part 2)

It's rare to have such excitement; this topic can keep everyone arguing for a whole year.

Only Ji Jue remained standing there, as if savoring the recent struggle, lost in thought.

After a long while, he finally raised his hand to wipe his face, feeling something wet on it... Only after taking a close look did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be sweat; that's all right then.

Standing there for so long without speaking wasn't trying to act superior; it was simply that he was almost out of energy to move!

What a close call!

After that final desperate struggle, his spiritual essence was completely depleted!

Just maintaining the rebirth form was already almost unbearable. If he had taken a few more steps, he might have shattered on the spot... Pulling out a Spiritual Crystal used in the workshop from his pocket, he took a deep breath before finally recovering.

The lockdown inside the North Wind Workshop was just too tight, coupled with Yellow Beard's suppression in the Circle Realm, if he had used the spiritual reserves of the Doomsday Special Train, it might have exposed some clue, unnecessarily revealing a trump card.

Moreover, it wasn't necessary.

Just like how Yellow Beard also held back all along, only using three Creations—the Cliff Shield, the Golden Belt, and the Golden Sword, and even the Golden Sword was bolstered by the King of Heroes.

As for the Dragon's End of the King of Heroes, there wasn't even any sign of it, and the so-called Doomsday Theory known as the Twilight didn't even make an appearance.

If pushed too hard, the Great Craftsman might just have exploded alongside him.

Bullying an honest person isn't quite like that.

For Yellow Beard, perhaps it was just a narrow loss by a move, but for Ji Jue, this draw was really too thrilling.

After all, whether it was the currently barely admirable Moshou or the barely entry-level Fashan, both were too exhausting.

And as long as Yellow Beard wasn't distracted by his barking and held out for ten more minutes against Ji Jue, he might not have been able to hold on.

He had to resort to taunting, prematurely exposing the art of Fashan, finally provoking Yellow Beard to unleash his big move, seizing the opportunity to deliver.

Lacking the blessing, using such half-baked Circle Realm technique was really too difficult; although the success rate was barely adequate, the effect was really poor.

In summary, more practice is needed!

It's a pity that practice opponents like the Great Craftsman are really hard to find, and after this chance, who knows when the next opportunity will come.

He can't just keep picking on the honest Ni Lin endlessly; after all, repeatedly facing the same kind of opponent won't lead to much growth.

Back in Hai Province, he could try his hand with Lou Yanyue, the spirited little sister, or take a trip to Central Earth to train with Brother Shan... Or perhaps, wait for Sister Wen to return from the Void Abyss to express her gratitude to him.

Alas, thinking this way, doesn't life become more hopeful?

Ji Jue chuckled lightly.

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This life, it feels unlivable.

In the lounge outside the Duel Arena, Yellow Beard lowered his brows, filling the pipe with tobacco, but after lighting the match, he forgot the next action.

After a long delay, watching the flame burn to his fingers, he silently sighed and tossed it to the ground.

Regret.

More than twenty years ago, after losing to his master, and now, more than twenty years later, losing to his disciple. Moreover, he allowed the Master Craftsman to witness the joke, and in a couple of days, he'll probably use this matter to tease him endlessly.

With the intention of avenging his past shame, he shut himself away for more than twenty years, believing himself no longer inferior to any opponent, only to fall to such a state.

No different from back then, perhaps not even knowing which was more embarrassing.

At that time, when Yellow Beard issued the challenge, the craftsman famed for breaking out while carrying an infant in swaddling who was wailing.

Yet facing Yellow Beard who came knocking, there was not a hint of wavering or hesitation.

"If you want to fight, don't dawdle."

She tossed aside the bottle in her hand and reminded him: "You have at most five more minutes."

"Wait..."

Back then, Yellow Beard couldn't hold back his doubt, even the suspicion and speculation in his heart: "Why is it five minutes?"

Ye Xian was silent for a moment, then looked down at the manual in her hand: "The bottle warmer instructions said, setup completion and initiation require five minutes."

"Idiot!!!"

Amidst the baby's cries as a newly become father, Yellow Beard couldn't suppress his anger at such carelessness and neglect: "What are you doing! Five minutes is for breast milk! This raw milk you poured needs to be boiled and then cooled to give to a baby!"

"..."

Visibly, the cold-hearted craftsman fell silent, after a while, seemingly realizing something, nodded: "I see, thank you."

In the end, after rambling about a slew of parenting experiences, she wanted to wait until she finished feeding the child before finally being beaten to losing all confidence.

Ended up seemingly being thought of as the nice guy.

Damn it...

In the silence, Yellow Beard heaved a soundless sigh, rubbed his face, only feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Fed up with these two guys.

Could it be that he just clashes with this lineage?

In a daze, it seemed someone patted his shoulder.

After turning his head, it was the phantom of the King of Heroes, the departed Holy Spirit smiled faintly, as if in encouragement, warming his heart slightly.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I won't collapse because of this."

Yellow Beard let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, pondering over the details of the recent duel, only to find his face growing more unsightly, especially after realizing under his nose how many tricks Ji Jue, that rascal, had pulled...