A flash of black streaked through the air, the burning trail of a long coat's hem cutting across several thousand meters!
Boom—
Floating Islands fell one after another amid the collisions of aftershocks. Energy roared without cease across the boundlessly vast Martial Arts Arena.
Invisible phantom Wind Blades carved rifts into the ground. Illusion Techniques indistinguishable from reality could trap someone without their knowledge. Countless other abilities disrupted the mind, vision, and mobility.
But having unleashed his powerful Night Gear, gripping a massive Silver Spear over five meters long, with illusions concealing the eyes in the sky and golden light in the pupil of his black right eye that saw through all things—
Fang Ran raised a hand and hurled the Silver Severing Dragon Tooth. Rings upon rings of powerful force spread outward as fiery determination rose amid the howling wind!
A graceful moon-white bow appeared as he lifted his hand. Lightning, Freeze, Strike, Sand, Wave—under his enormous magical energy, the already powerful cards—
Became arrows of light on an even higher level under the power of Moon God Hunt!
There were even one or two Secondary Strings flashing into existence from time to time.
That final realization from the Simulation Scenario contained something like the Black Box. Since it could not be broken down and flexibly applied, those "basic moves"—
Were all things Fang Ran had figured out himself through night after night of repeated illusion trials.
The countless times he had fallen, the innumerable failures, the unspeakable hardships of exploration, every treatment he had endured while gritting his teeth—
All became the amount of time he could prolong each night when facing the Night Watchers.
Within this illusion, he had gradually transformed into a genuine A-rank Upper Tier.
Bang—
His figure flipped through the air and landed, shaking