"How could this be? The gap in our strength is so huge. How could a mere sword suppress me? Wait, what kind of sword is this?"
If someone had said yesterday that a single Taboo Item could bridge the gap between Law Decree-level and Rule-level and restrain him, Zhao Yan would only have laughed.
"Yeah, sure. Why don't you try it?"
Equipment determinism was hardly uncommon among Professionals. Powerful Taboo Items could not only create a high-level Professional, they could even make a Professional build their entire class system around them.
But there were limits to that. For true Rule-level powerhouses, the more Quasi-Rules and Rule-level weapons that could let them challenge opponents above their level, the better. Who wouldn't like free high-end equipment?
Yet now, this counterintuitive scene was right before his eyes!
"How is this possible? I can't control my own blood!"
Zhao Yan coughed up blood in great mouthfuls, his face full of disbelief. He suspected that his blood-control ability had regressed to the level of an apprentice.
Even more unbelievable was that the one before him was a "mentor."
At that very moment, this alien being, who seemed to have nothing whatsoever to do with the blood path, was skillfully using the same-source ability, "Blood Mist"!
When Zhao Yan tried to draw upon the sea of blood around him to form blood blades and blood shields, control was actually snatched away! His own power had become the other party's blades!
"No... no reason. Even if that sword has such a trait, there's no way you should be able to use it so skillfully."
Abilities were abilities, knowledge was knowledge, and technique required time and experience to temper. If an ordinary person picked up a rifle and immediately became a master marksman, something was obviously wrong.
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