Chapter 756: Boss Fang Was Seen Through!? (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"What is going on?!" A sudden stroke of terror flashed involuntarily across the faces of Sword Saint Creut and the others.

Within the magical projection, beneath that blade burning with jet-black flames, the youth previously seen as merely a seventh-echelon practitioner now seemed to have transformed completely into an entirely different person.

His physique grew burly, and the immense energy within his chest split open with dazzling, stark platinum light as if it were about to overflow; his red trench coat seemed to "grow" upon his body like scale armor, and beneath the crimson visor was a pair of frigid eyes gleaming with an orange light.

"This... this?!" Even the immensely proud World Mage Hermadon pointed at the magical projection before him at this moment, so astounded he was rendered speechless.

The Elven Queen, Kellynball, covered her mouth—which had dropped open so wide her jaw nearly fell off—with a snow-white, delicate hand.

The Dwarf King, Saladin, looked as though his eyes were about to bulge right out of their sockets.

"What is this...?!" As the second-in-command of the Judgement Dwellings, St. Duran’s voice was also grim and chilling.

Had any players from the Continent of Immortal Relics been present, they would have certainly recognized that this was none other than the demonized Dante from Devil May Cry!

At that moment, everyone at the Summit of Nations who was staring at the magical projection suddenly saw a dark shadow flash behind Fang Qi.

A black cloak fluttered along with the howling, furious wind, its raised corner revealing the demonically contorted face of Mak, the Lord of Sorrow, beneath the cowl.

A black scythe, seemingly affixed with endless resentment and the roars of the dead, sliced silently toward Fang Qi’s neck.

This blade carried an exceptionally ominous aura, appearing capable of harvesting human souls; without a doubt, anyone struck by this weapon would be denied any hope of reincarnation.

Yet in the very next instant.

Clang!

A crisp, sharp ring echoed, resembling the collision of ordinary metals, as Fang Qi's other hand—clad in a gauntlet—steadily parried the attack.

No anomalies occurred, as if this strike had been nothing more than the assault of an ordinary man!

The interval between the two attacks did not even exceed a single second; it all transpired within the flash of a spark and flint. Upon the vast, snow-covered mountain, the two supreme powerhouses, the Death Lord and the Lord of Sorrow, were seen joining forces to siege one man, yet the person they targeted remained completely unscathed!

"Did you see that clearly?!" World Mage Hermadon gripped the staff in his hand tightly.

"There is a unique energy that, at the exact instant of contact... forms a colossal shockwave of energy across the surface of his body, neutralizing all offensives and then absorbing the power..." Princess Isabella explained, her gaze burning intensely as she stared at the magical projection. "All of this is accomplished at the very instant of impact."

Sword Saint Creut swallowed hard with great difficulty, and involuntarily, a bead of cold sweat dripped to the ground.

Is this something a human is capable of?!

In this split second, the expressions on the faces of the Death Lord and the Lord of Sorrow seemed to freeze, instantly turning cold.

As the two retreated, what greeted Fang Qi was the powerful offensive of the remaining Saint-echelon powerhouses of the Shadow Legion, who clearly had no intention of granting him any breathing room!

Figure after figure transformed into streaks of jet-black brilliance, the weapons in their hands slashing through like black, furious lightning.

Immediately following this, everyone at the Summit of Nations currently watching the battle suddenly saw the figure before them flicker with the eerie, ghostly grace of a phantom.

All the attacks brushed past him entirely!

Sword Saint Cleus instinctively rubbed his eyes, as if terrified that his sight had just played tricks on him.

"How is that possible?!"

"What on earth just happened?!"

"Did they miss?" Sword Saint Cleus asked, his face shifting between light and shadow.

Otherwise... how could it possibly be...?!

"Utilizing extremely high-speed movement to evade all attacks at the exact split second they make contact with the body...!" Princess Isabella’s hands instinctively clenched the armrests of her throne, crushing the exquisite, crystal-like handles into powder without even realizing it.

Before the ripples of one wave could settle, another surged forward as the remaining several mages gathered surging magical energy before them. A terrifying magical force capable of destroying all things erupted instantly, blasting toward Fang Qi like a cannonball.

"Let's see how you dodge this!"

Suddenly, they witnessed a piercing beam of white light and shadow shoot straight out from within that devastating magical glow!

It actually dragged forth a piercing, metallic screech!

Death Lord Dras only had time to bring his greatsword up in front of himself to block.

Boom!

The crowd stared intently at the magical projection, only to see that these powerful mages and warriors of the Shadow Legion had, at some unknown point, all lost half of their bodies!

They collapsed to the ground instantly.

Even one as strong as Dras was blasted flying backward in an instant!

The entire venue fell into a dead silence.

This included the actual scene where Fang Qi stood, as well as the Summit of Nations.

How could such a person still exist?!

Even though the Shadow Legion was down to its final remaining elite remnants, facing the entire rest of the legion alone... was this still a human?!

At this moment, only Fang Qi’s solitary voice remained: "Kidnapping failed, and now you want to kill the hostage?"

"!!??" Hearing this voice, St. Duran, World Mage Hermadon, Sword Saint Cleus, and everyone else suddenly exchanged glances of sheer terror.

They vaguely sensed that this voice and cadence... seemed to have been heard somewhere before?!

Just as they were pondering, the remaining few initial Saint-echelon warriors of the Shadow Legion charged forward once more.

The battle was not yet over.

In Fang Qi’s hand, at some unknown moment, a heavy, dark-purple greatsword had appeared, its spine embedded with an eerie, vertically slit pupil.

At this instant, everyone strangely discovered that he seemed to manifest the shadow of yet another person.

The moment they stepped within a three-zhang radius of Fang Qi.

Tombstone Tri-Formation!

Three ancient, dark-purple stone monuments suddenly descended from the heavens, and an eerie, dark-purple magical array spread beneath the feet of these warriors.

A desolate, cold, and grim sensation that seemed to hail from ancient times shrouded everyone's hearts.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Purple shadow-attribute energy instantly submerged everything that had stepped into it!

Buzz—!

Amidst the heavy smoke and dust, someone saw Fang Qi suddenly assume a blade-drawing stance.

Accompanied by a low hum of the blade, a flash of sword light howled, sweeping across all directions.

A distant mountain peak instantly lost a section of its height, sheared perfectly flat!

Thud!

Thud!

Only a series of thuds from bodies hitting the ground could be heard. By the time Fang Qi reverted to his previous appearance, everyone on the battlefield had collapsed, save for the Death Lord and the Shadow Lord.

From the moment the battle commenced until now, a mere ten seconds had passed!

At the Summit of Nations, looking once more at this youth in the magical projection who clearly had not even reached the eighth echelon, an inexplicable terror involuntarily flashed across the faces of St. Duran and the others!

"This is an Eastern Continentman... does the Eastern Continent... possess such a powerhouse?!" At the Summit of Nations, a Saint-echelon practitioner sucked in a cold breath.

Meanwhile, those who had once watched that battle of the Continent of Immortal Relics within the Grand Hall of St. Heinz suddenly shuddered.

The Eastern Continent...?!

"Could it be him?!"

...

"The synchronization time has reached its limit..." Boss Fang glanced at his own synchronization time, then looked toward the Death Lord and the Lord of Sorrow before him, taking a deep breath.

He had never experienced multiple consecutive synchronizations before.

"Have you reached your limit?" Saint Duran's gaze grew cold, for he believed he had seen through the young man's trick.

If things were truly as he thought, then it amounted to nothing more than this.

At the same time, the Death Lord and the Lord of Sorrow also seemed to notice something amiss.

"A pity," the Death Lord said coldly as he stepped out from the ruined debris of the collapsed mountains in the distance.

"No wonder you didn't strike during the entire war; it turns out you were merely putting on a bluff." The face of the Lord of Sorrow grew increasingly twisted. "An ant like you actually made me feel apprehensive just now—do you have any idea how grave a sin that is?!"

"Once I capture you in a moment, I will slowly place your soul over the flames of agony to roast for a thousand years, ten thousand years, letting you permanently experience this torment of a burning soul."

Right at that moment, they suddenly noticed that Fang Qi's entire body seemed to defy the laws of physics, slowly floating up into midair.

Within the system panel: Divine Weapon Fragment exchanged for a one-time Divine Weapon, Complete Synchronization, Orochi.