Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1477. Not the leader

“He’s not the leader, but I think he is the strongest,” Kain said. He had just been healed and was still weak, but he immediately took a combat stance at the sight of his enemy. Rudely checking Kainʼs level, his actions were closer to an indignant toddler’s tantrum than a proper threat to Zuo Zuo.

It seemed like Kain had experienced the same fate as most Chimeras Seth knew. He had reached his level cap. Kain was actually quite strong, having reached lv.91; however, his journey was cut short before he could step onto the path of legend, like Azul.

There was little to nothing a lv.91 humanoid could do against the 70+ level difference. And Kain didn’t even have equipment…

“Dips!” the fairy cried out, after hearing that Zuo Zuo was the strongest of the litter. Seth had been occupied with the chimera when Fin had already gone on the offensive. The bard would have liked to talk a little more to get information… but whatever. They were bound to fight, and the blacksmith had no reason to worry.

BooM! CRASH! Rumble!

With the sound of an explosion, the eerie man who had landed before them on the street was catapulted straight back into the skyscraper, with the speed and velocity of a cannonball. With a huge cloud of dust, he crashed into the corner of the building, taking it and the first 3 stories with him.

Now it looked like Pacman took a bite out of the side of the building, with rubble still falling and the man nowhere to be seen. The man might have been a danger for Kain, Pip, the Oathguards, maybe even the city, but not for Fin, Mina, or himself.

“Wow…” Fin whispered, looking at her fist that turned a man into a projectile. She had switched places with the cultivator and stood where he just stood. “Seth, this is really broken,“ she said with a grin.

“Wait, have you been charging it this whole time?” Seth gasped, realizing what had just happened to Zuo Zuo. That the man flew away instead of turning into a cloud of blood testified to his strength. If Fin had charged this skill the whole time while standing and chatting with him, then she had just punched him with 10 times her physical damage.

“I didn’t know who I was charging for, but I was charging,” she confirmed, with a smirk, keeping her eye on the cloud of dust. More disconcerting than the power of her strike was that she had obviously planned to unleash this punch on the first victim that dared to appear before her…

Suddenly, a bright ray of blue light shot out from the cloud, aiming straight for Fin. There was no way the fairy didn’t see the attack; she deliberately faced it. About a meter before it could hit her, it struck a barrier and … vanished.

“What? What happened to my Luminous Jade Finger?!” and exclamation came from the cloud of dust, followed by violent coughing.

At this point, even Fin looked puzzled. Even the blacksmith had thought she would be hit. Protection of Beashaz outperformed even Fin’s and its creator’s expectations. Facing the defense of the Champion of Bes, the cultivatorsʼ sneak attack simply vanished.

Incredible attack power and indomitable defense, Fin had become a juggernaut even a creature over 30 levels above her couldn’t touch. However, the invincible fairy brute had lost some of her smile. She seemed a little... disappointed?

“Hey, don’t you dare sulk now, just because he isn’t a challenge! Take this seriously!” the blacksmith admonished her, seeing right through her mood swings. The worst experience for a battle junkie was getting hyped only to find their opponent couldn’t put up a proper fight; However, this was not the time for her to linger on something like that.

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“You dare underestimate me, you cur?” Zuo Zuo exclaimed, wind and clouds of dust suddenly turning into a storm around him, revealing his appearance. His white, silky robes were blown away, and only a rugged pair of pants remained.

His midsection, where Fin punched him, was a mangled, bloody mess. Anything below his ribcage had disintegrated, and Seth even thought he could see the spine. I was always bewildering how resilient the physique of some cultivators was.

These people didn’t have the system or anything, but they survived these kinds of wounds simply by toughing them out with their own, trained bodies. Especially people like Nam, who walked around with most of his body rotting away, had a monstrous vitality.

“Face my Finger of Amutashi!” he cried out, like they were supposed to know what that meant, and swung his arm. On his hand, only his ring finger was extended, looking indecent without actually being so.

The bellowing wind and dust clouds shot forward, ready to grind their target into dust. Fin was swallowed by the attack that soared further through the streets behind her, cutting into the surrounding buildings like a water jet cutter.

~Could you take the guild guys away? I will try something out.- Finʼs words were transmitted through their marital bond. Seth confirmed, and he put the people of the Liberation Guild into Legion’s subspace.

At his okay, spheres of darkness the size of tennis balls started appearing everywhere, several right beside the opponent. Seth held his breath; he recognized the skill. The next moment, each sphere imploded, instantly taking away part of the space.

Street cover was ripped from the ground, and Atmosphere rushed into the holes left behind, creating an ear-shattering explosion for each and every sphere that had popped in and out of existence. The raging winds summoned by the cultivator were dispersed, and Zuo Zuo himself was thrown into a tumultuous torrent of wind, debris, and pressure as several spheres created a vacuum right beside him.

This was the , however, he didn’t know Fin could use it multiple times at once like this. While the cultivator was rag-dolled away, Seth was impressed that he wasn’t simply ripped apart by the void of several spheres.

As the winds subsided, Fin appeared again, her barrier showed some cracks and scratches, but nothing major. Zuo Zuo, on the other hand, looked worn and torn, literally. The pants were still holding on, preserving his last shreds of dignity. His body, however, looked like a whale that barely survived a battle with a ship’s propeller.

Deep gouges covered his chiseled body, oozing blood and tainting what remained of his pants red. Despite his wounds, his eyes were burning with a vengeful fire. He took a stance, with his hand held like claws and stretched to the back.

“Thousand Leopard Rush!” he exclaimed and shot forward without any of his previous preparations and show act. He immediately appeared before Fin, crashing through her shield with his shoulder. He brought his hands, covered in colorful energy, forward to strike the fairy.

His colorful attack tore forward in a spiraling torrent, boring a hole through the city behind them. It was an imposing attack. Considering his charge alone broke through the shield, Fin would suffer damage if it hit her. Good thing it didnʼt.

The instant the shield surrounding her broke, the fairy returned to her true size. Unable to stop his attack in that split second, Zuo Zuo was forced to attack empty air. The tiny Fin had already left the range of his technique and was ready to take advantage of the opening left by the attack.

A storm of punches at incredible speed started tenderizing the already broken man. Not a centimeter of his skin stayed unharmed, as the fairy brute unleashed her fists covered in barriers, while flying loops around him.

By the time the dust of his own, ultimate attack settled. The cultivator fell to the ground as a bloody mess. And yet, after all of that, he was still barely clinging to life. Very impressive.

“Do you have any use for that, or should I finish him?” Fin asked, making clear that the man was not alive, because he endured everything Fin had, but because Fin was thoughtful of her husbandʼs needs and wants.

“I think I have, thanks,” the blacksmith said after a moment of deliberation. The soul of a lv. 163 cultivator was tempting. Wolfram was a good example of how powerful golems could become when they learned the techniques of the Cloud Continent.

However, when he bent down and touched him to reap his souls, Seth actually felt a foreign resistance that hindered him from taking it.

“Donʼt touch him!” an agitated female voice suddenly cried out from the burning building.