Simply... stupid!
Feeling that familiar rhythm, Yellow Beard was almost laughing angrily. "How little do you think of me?"
To be fair, it wasn't that Yellow Beard looked down on Disintegration Art. After all these years, no craftsman dared to hold such naïve ideas anymore. If one were to discuss the most notorious and terrifying techniques in Modern Alchemy, techniques that made people pale at the mere mention of them, Disintegration Art would certainly rank among the top three, if not first. But the key was—did the opponent have no defenses?
The timing was so tight, the conditions so harsh, and the gap between enemy and ally so vast.
Even Ye Xian would not be arrogant enough to rashly use her own technique under such hasty circumstances and within such a brief opening. With Ji Jue's current condition and reserves of Spiritual Substance, using it on the nearly flawless Primeval Hero form, whose specifications and completion had been continuously refined through generations...
All that could be said was that the commotion it caused was weaker than a massage gun!
Yellow Beard had deliberately held back thirty percent of his strength in preparation for Ji Jue possibly using Zhibao. Looking at it now, he had been scaring himself for nothing. This bastard had long since exhausted his tricks. There was simply no way he could—
Smack!
Yellow Beard's vision blackened.
"...The outcome is decided."
Within the Northern Frontier lord's hall, the Craftsman Master watching the spectacle with a teacup in hand shook his head and sighed. "I told you, being so stubborn would only make you suffer. Why do you never listen?"
He had been played from beginning to end. Now he had fallen right into the trap, hadn't he?
In the sudden silence, Yellow Beard, transformed into the Primeval Hero,