Boom! Boom. Boom! Boom! Boom!
The critical moment had come into Ji Jue's hands. Ji Jue drove his power to its limit—five consecutive Scene Tremors erupted in one go, each stronger than the last!
After exerting full effort to expand his body's carrying capacity to its limit in the Association's Workshop, he squeezed every last drop from that capacity with near self-destructive force. He did not hesitate to utterly destroy his entire palm. This was not merely giving it his all, but an outright burst beyond his limits!
But the question was... would it work?
Perhaps it would, but there was no way to tell!
A Grandmaster was a Grandmaster, after all. Even though the Workshop was frozen and constrained, unable to adapt to changing circumstances, it still possessed terrifying defenses as solid as a fortress.
Judging purely by the hardness of its turtle shell, it could be called the hardest in all Deepdark!
The impacts of Scene Tremor surged out from beneath Ji Jue's hand like wave after wave, spreading in every direction.
They looked dazzling and violent, but in truth, all of them were blocked outside by an invisible membrane that had appeared out of thin air.
The essence of Disintegration Art lay in conducting force through one's own Spiritual Substance, causing it to circulate through matter. It followed the sword principle of the Nine Forms—entering the gaps with that which had no thickness—and specifically destroyed an enemy's weak points.
It was like setting off a controlled blast against a building's load-bearing beams, bypassing the toughest outer defenses to directly wreck its insides—or viciously kicking a cripple's good leg from another angle.
Vicious and efficient. Everyone who had tried it gave it glowing reviews.
But the prerequisite was that you had to be able to touch it!
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