He Feisong watched as the boy swung his long blade, slashing forward.
Clearly, the blade was cutting toward empty air, with no chance of striking his body, yet his heart sounded alarm bells, an overwhelming premonition of danger surging within.
He absolutely could not allow this strike to land!
At his thought, the air in the room condensed into substance, as though space itself trembled, violently hammering against the boy's arm.
The boy's right hand jolted, the blade's edge swaying slightly as it fell askew to the side—
As the blade descended, He Feisong's shoulder split open on its own, a gash so deep the bone was visible, spraying blood.
The pain from his shoulder did not make him scream; instead, it spurred his brain to run at extreme speed under the stimulus of death.
As an experienced A-rank Transcendent, he had seen countless extraordinary powers.
A flash of possibilities coursed through his mind.
Space? Curse? Wound transference? Inevitable hit?
Looking at the spot where the boy's blade fell, recalling the motion he had made when lying down earlier, and sensing the power of the boy's long blade, He Feisong's mind lit up in a flash of realization.
"Blade of Time?"
"You're attacking my past?!"
"…Not a shallow understanding, I see."
The boy's face was cold.
He stomped forward, slashing once more.
On the other side, even though He Feisong had guessed the answer, as he looked at the boy rushing toward him, his heart was filled not with joy, but only dread and fear.
Absolute Judgment's power of judgment…
The Prophet's power of time…
Just who was this guy? How could he wield the powers of two S-rank powerhouses!?
No, he absolutely could not escape, nor could he fight here!
This space was too narrow, filled everywhere with his own "past"!
Though his energy level had been stripped, He Feisong's reaction speed as a top-tier Transcendent was still not to be underestimated.
In an instant he understood the crux, and as he watched the boy charge forward, his figure moved—
Boom!!!
With an explosive sound, shockwaves rippled, walls cracked apart, and the steel fortress collapsed.
Two figures shot out of Wolf Fortress like meteors, flying over ten li, before crashing into the deep mountains.
The ground trembled, mountains pierced through, rocks crumbled, and dust billowed.
From within the smoke and rubble, the two figures burst out, fighting their way into the sky, scattering the clouds apart!
This was the destructive power of Transcendents.
Even stripped down to B-rank, He Feisong still possessed power beyond mortal comprehension, enough to destroy worlds.
What delighted him was that although the strange boy before him continually displayed troublesome abilities, he was like a child wielding a handgun—deadly, yet extremely clumsy in technique—
Had it been any other battle-hardened Transcendent, the boy would have already died a thousand times over.
Yet against this boy, He Feisong was actually managing to fight evenly.
Even more, because He Feisong possessed the S-rank profession [Immortal].
The physical injuries he suffered didn't matter at all—his body had already healed itself.
At this moment, he stared at the boy's long blade, eyes flashing with greed and longing.
"So this is the source of your power…"
After the exchange of blows, He Feisong had already realized—the boy's energy level wasn't strong, perhaps only C-rank, maybe even D-rank!
Yet this D-rank Transcendent could defy Transcendent law, battling evenly against him, an A-rank Transcendent, and even posing a lethal threat…
All because of this peculiar Transcendent item!
This item could continually shift forms, manifesting powers of "Judgment," "Time," even "Space" and "Death," each one terrifying!
Such a terrifying piece of equipment—not only had he never seen it before, he had never even heard of it!
S-rank item?
No…
Each form it transformed into carried the strength of S-rank!
This was very likely… a Transcendent item beyond S-rank!
What kind of supreme treasure was this?!
If he obtained such a treasure, even S-rank Transcendents might not be his match!
In the hands of a mere D-rank Transcendent, it was nothing but a waste!
At this moment, endless greed surged into his heart, filling him with ecstasy, eyes burning with madness.
"This brat came to deliver me a treasure!"
"I must have it!"
"My lord, let us help you…"
From Wolf Fortress, several B-rank Evil Wolves rushed out, attempting to join the battle and assist He Feisong.
But He Feisong's figure flickered, mercilessly blowing their heads apart.
In the hands of a D-rank, this treasure was already enough to fatally threaten him.
If it fell into the hands of these Evil Wolves, even as an A-rank Transcendent, he would be doomed.
Therefore, until he secured it, no one was allowed to interfere!
Having finished off his teammates, He Feisong faced the boy again, eyes brimming with greed.
"Kid, with such a treasure, how could you possibly know how to wield it? Better hand it over to me…"
"Die die die!!!"
The boy had gone fully red-hot, wildly swinging his weapon without rhythm, intent only on killing the enemy before him.
Such attacks naturally posed no threat to a battle-hardened top-tier Transcendent.
If not for the golden armor on his body—greatly boosting his speed and blocking countless strikes—he would have long since been killed by He Feisong.
Even so, the battle was becoming increasingly difficult.
Just then.
A voice echoed in the boy's mind.
"Let me take over."
Jiang He felt helpless.
He had originally wanted Craftsman God to step in, to vent his anger.
But he hadn't expected his own control to be this terrible…
Though it was understandable.
Craftsman God was, after all, a craftsman—asking him to fight was like asking Old Jiang to forge equipment: it was impossible to expect flawless execution.
Even with an X-rank template, most of Craftsman God's professions and skills were bound to be production-related, not combat-oriented.
If not for pre-forging equipment that converted "crafting bonuses" into "combat enhancements,"
in terms of raw profession strength, he might not even surpass the A-rank Transcendent before him.
This was rather awkward.
Jiang He couldn't just watch another version of himself throw his life away.
So, he communicated with his intent.
"Let me control the body and fight this guy… you can take the chance to study combat methods, gaining experience for next time."
"…"
Craftsman God remained silent, still swinging the weapon, attempting to kill the enemy.
Sensing the stubbornness in his emotions, Jiang He sighed inwardly and said:
"This is just an Evil Wolf."
"In the future, you'll face not just the Wolf King, but the battle-hardened, future-controlling 'God-Wolf King.'"
"Do you think, with your current performance, you could ever defeat him?"
"If you don't learn to grow, even if you try a thousand times, ten thousand times, you'll never overturn the future."
Wolf King…
In a daze, Craftsman God recalled the only encounter he had as White Wolf against the future Wolf King.
More accurately, it wasn't even an encounter—only a one-sided instant kill.
Did he want such a scene to repeat itself?
In this moment, hatred of the Wolf King outweighed stubbornness.
"Craftsman He" regained a trace of "Jiang He's" nature, choosing "trust" and "learning."
"I'll leave it to you."
He closed his eyes.
The next moment.
Jiang He opened his eyes.
Facing the greed-filled He Feisong, he couldn't help but smile.
Before, it had always been White Crane taking over, or Old Jiang taking over…
He never thought the day would come when he could step in himself, playing as another future version of himself.
Even if it was a craftsman template, it was still an X-rank template!
He swung his blade, slashing forward.
He Feisong, long familiar with Craftsman God's attack patterns and remembering his own movement trajectory, saw Jiang He's strike aimed at his "past." He darted forward, seizing the chance to attack while disrupting the blade's path.
But just as his strike was about to land, his face changed drastically—clutching his chest, where a rotting wound had appeared, he quickly retreated—
This was…
The mark left by the Fatal Blade.
As long as it was touched, "death" would strike.
Jiang He's smile deepened.
I have five divine blades.
I can switch at will.
How could you possibly know which one I'm using now?
He Feisong stared at the boy before him, realizing his aura had changed.
His face turned grim.
"Who are you?!"
"Substitute." Jiang He smiled.
"Come, round two."