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Without a doubt, the tree spirit was already devising a way to launch an invasion against them. However, some of the vines were out of reach. Yet, the reality was not entirely as imagined; although the tree spirit could not move, there was one vine that had long been deeply rooted and extended over a wide area. It was about four hundred meters long and suddenly sprang up from the ground like a whip, striking down with enough force to make the entire Catacomb tremble.
The power it wielded was certainly not weak. Freyr had already drawn his Sword, two Alchemical Atakan Ancient Blades. Although the tips were somewhat damaged, they could regenerate their sharpness through his own power. This was precisely designed to allow the blade's tip to form through vaporization, making it nearly invincible. Of course, this required an immense amount of physical energy and skillful manipulation of Qi to unleash the ultimate technique of the sword.
Overwhelming Force was indeed the true name of this formidable blade. Perhaps under normal circumstances, it wouldn't seem like much; the ability to form a blade's tip was discovered during an occasional experiment. His control over it wasn't particularly precise, but during that experiment, he inadvertently severed a building in half, causing it to completely vanish from its location on Earth. In a certain sense, that building had entirely disappeared from existence.
Fortunately, he hadn't attacked recklessly; otherwise, those working inside would have suffered greatly. He received a serious warning for that incident. At that time, he truly felt helpless. However, now there shouldn't be any such taboos; this situation provided a perfect opportunity to test the blade's power. Whoever invented such a peculiar weapon must be an extraordinarily terrifying individual; it would be a shame if they didn't seek to conquer the world.
In the air, that eerie vine came crashing down. The impact wasn't particularly strong; under such force, it could easily crush bones and separate flesh from bone. Although the tree spirit had relied on this hunting method for survival for so long, when confronting its current prey, it still resorted to its old tactics. Other nearby vines suddenly stood upright, shadows dancing in the distance.
This tree spirit resembled a ghostly figure; however, in terms of aggression, the other vines were not as menacing as the longest one. Their range was limited, but if they closed in for an attack, their speed and power would not be inferior to that single vine's strike. Moreover, their combined momentum would create a unified assault.
At this moment, they were still not far from their location when the vine suddenly descended. Freyr spread his arms wide apart in a defensive stance while maintaining an offensive posture on either side. He was gathering energy and knew he needed more time to consolidate his strength. If others were awake at this time, he could confidently gather his power; however, his companions were all lying down and likely unaware of how intense the external threat was. Even if they wanted to open their eyes now, they might find themselves powerless.
Reality was still relatively favorable; at least this tree spirit did not possess poisonous traits; otherwise, even with their abilities, surviving in such a state would be difficult.
However, there was still a stretch of waterway ahead—dozens of kilometers remained to reach the Recovery Center at the association's headquarters. Even if they had that kind of endurance, arriving half-dead would be inevitable; there might even be aftereffects involved. The paralyzing musk might also carry some lingering consequences.
As that vine rapidly descended, Freyr keenly sensed its malicious intent—it wasn't aimed at him or his companions. As long as it didn't head directly toward him and didn't cause injury upon impact, he would be fine.
Seizing this momentary gap in time, he swiftly dodged aside with a slide and took cover into the mountainside. Suddenly, debris began to tumble down; while larger rocks remained intact, plenty of smaller stones fell down. In no time at all, his companions were buried beneath a pile of rubble.
Seeing this, Freyr was quite furious. His companion had immediately suffered, and the intelligence of this tree spirit was much higher than he had imagined, even calculating such precise strikes.
Freyr never expected this turn of events. However, his current thoughts were certainly not about rescuing his companion; a quick pain was better than a prolonged one. On one hand, his buildup was nearing completion, and the long black vines rose again, this time falling straight toward his position. It seemed that this prey, which could fight back, was far more troublesome than those lying on the ground.
Under the attack range, Freyr chose to evade. Time Bond surged under invisible control, its speed suddenly quadrupling. The vine suddenly curved and continued to pursue him, astonishingly keeping pace with his footwork.
Moreover, if one were to intuitively feel the speed, it seemed to surpass his own. He truly did not expect such a result. If it were merely a coincidence that it caught up to him, Freyr still had ways to dodge.
As the domain of Time Bond continued to expand, reaching six times its original speed, he appeared to leave no shadow behind; he could even create afterimages of himself.
Thus, the tree spirit's reaction speed would not be fast enough to match that. The real vine struck at his afterimage this time—a swing that missed. With the sixfold increase in speed becoming increasingly difficult to control, Freyr's strategy was to take the largest strides possible to evade attacks. This way, he could minimize risks while increasing his speed and controlling his stamina output to its lowest limit.
Thanks to this moment, he gained a significant amount of recovery time. As his buildup completed, the tip of the Atakan Blade gradually formed. The tip suddenly emitted a sharp airflow, filled with a dangerous aura.
His grip on the blade felt somewhat stiff; after all, the recoil from the weapon became difficult to control at a certain point. Gene Chain pushed into its third phase once again—this was the first time in a long while since he had taken up hunting again. Gene Chain greatly enhanced his physical advantages, but its duration could not be too long. However, in order to adapt to Gene Chain and forcibly unleash this power, he nearly pushed his genes to the brink of failure several times.
(Chapter End)
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