Chapter 606 - 515: Not a Fabrication [Fabrication] (Heavy Setting) _3
Chapter 606: Chapter 515: Not a Fabrication [Fabrication] (Heavy Setting) _3
No movement trajectory, no sign of energy bursts.
One moment still a thousand meters away, the next, the result "standing in front of Jeming" directly appeared in reality, erasing all the rushing process in between.
The hand covered in Black Gloves, like the reaper claiming lives, once again slapped towards Jeming.
Simple, direct, yet carrying the inevitable hit meaning that couldn’t be avoided.
Jeming’s pupils shrunk slightly, while his body rapidly retreated, his thoughts turning swiftly in his mind, instantly understanding the essence of the opponent’s attack pattern.
The opponent is not moving at a speed so fast that it can’t be reacted to, but is directly erasing the "attack action" process, allowing the result "palm hits the target" to directly appear.
To break or disrupt it, one must actively intervene in the premise of this "result" happening!
Thus, he responded in the same manner as before—once again raising his just regenerated right fist, meeting the incoming palm head-on!
This isn’t a hard clash, but actively providing the opponent’s "attack result" with a definite, controllable "landing point"!
Swoosh...
The same scene replayed.
The fist, upon contact with the palm, scattered and disintegrated like smoke.
Jeming’s face turned pale, decisively "abandoning" his entire right arm again, while fully propelling Void Step with the faint recoil from the shattered Ruins Armor, his figure violently retreated!
However, the Black Robed Wizard clearly didn’t plan to give him any chance to breathe and regenerate.
Jeming had just retreated dozens of meters, when the opponent’s figure, ghostly, again "skipped" the pursuit process and directly "appeared" on Jeming’s retreat path.
The palm raised, this time targeting Jeming’s head!
He was clearly trying to directly "define" the even more decisive result—"Jeming’s head being shattered."
The sense of crisis felt like being drenched in ice-cold water!
But this time, Jeming reacted faster!
At the moment the opponent’s palm touched the outermost Ruins Armor, instantly shattering it, the extremely compressed "attack process" finally revealed a trace through the Ruins Armor’s cancellation!
It was precisely this slight trace that gave Jeming precious reaction time!
As the second layer of Ruins Armor shattered, Jeming’s left arm reflexively raised to recklessly block in front of his forehead!
Simultaneously, his head actively and fiercely knocked against his own arm!
Crack!
The left arm again turned to ashes, but the backlash from self-impact, along with the explosive Void Step, allowed Jeming to narrowly widen the distance again!
The Black Robed Wizard’s figure stopped, not immediately pursuing.
Under his hood, his brows slightly furrowed.
It’s not that he didn’t want to attack continuously, but the use of the Fabrication Law involves extremely complex mental load and consumption of Calculation Power.
His attack frequency is far from being able to match other Sixth Level Wizards proficient in energy bombardment or close combat with constant attacks.
Each skipping of the process requires precise calculations and a short "cooldown" or "reset."
Thus when he used Energy Bullets before, the attacks had to be divided into rounds.
Normal Sixth Level Wizards using such a simple attack can maintain continuous assault.
They don’t need to specially divide each round of attack into multiple waves to cover the problem of attack intervals as he does.
And it was during this pause that Jeming’s almost abnormal regeneration ability showed again.
At the break on his right shoulder, the flesh squirmed frantically, quickly growing into a new arm; at the break on the left arm that just turned to ashes, pink buds protruded, starting to rebuild at a visible speed.
"...You...," the Black Robed Wizard couldn’t help but speak, his voice seeping through the hood, carrying a rare trace of helplessness and disbelief, "are you some kind of Regeneration Beast?"
He had seen countless Wizards specialized in physical modification and pursuit of immortality.
But this Fifth Level Wizard’s bodily regeneration speed was already approaching an eerie extent.
Even surpassing many Sixth Level biochemical modification Wizards known for their tenacious Life Energy!
Coupled with that strange field that can negate the Fabrication effect, compared to that, the energy beams and bizarre high-speed movement way reaching Sixth Level threshold seemed less eye-catching.
"So, in that case..." Jeming took a deep breath, quickly stabilizing the energy and spiritual consumption brought by continuous regeneration, trying to say, "Why don’t you, esteemed one, spare me a way to live?"
He squeezed out a slightly stiff smile on his face.
This was not weakness, but rational assessment.
He wasn’t unwilling to immediately initiate Light Transformation escape technique fleeing from the battlefield.
But the battle with the Hand of Obliteration made him understand, facing a true Sixth Level Wizard, simple long-distance high-speed movement is hard to escape the lock-on.
As long as the opponent "theoretically" has the ability to track and intercept him, the Fabrication Law can "skip" the tracking process, directly presenting the result "he is intercepted."
The Black Robed Wizard was silent for a moment, a slight sigh from under the hood.
When he looked up again, the dark red eyes calmed the previous ripple.
Leaving only a kind of cold, absolute rationality belonging to battlefield Wizards.
"I’m sorry." His voice was steady and clear. "After seeing your power, especially such... growth and threat, I cannot allow you to leave this battlefield alive. Otherwise, to our Fifth Level Wizards, you will be a mobile disaster."
The killing intent in his words was undisguised.
Jeming heard this, and the last tentative smile on his face fully receded.
He took a deep breath, Spiritual Power accelerating, energy and Sea of Spirit reserves being marshaled more efficiently.
The newly born arms lightly clenched, feeling the surging power fill again.
He understood, politeness and probing were over.
What followed would be a brutal fight to the end.
(A bit urgent, only this Chapter today.)