First tier: Suppression
During the judgment period, all his attributes increased by forty percent, while all his opponent's attributes decreased by forty percent.
Second tier: Deprivation
During the judgment period, he could randomly strip his opponent of two Soul Skills and forty percent of their Soul Power for his own use.
Third tier: Cage
He trapped his enemy in a cage and stripped them of all their Soul Power and Soul Skills. During this period, the judge could inflict punishment on them at will. The cage remained effective after the judgment ended; unless actively released, the opponent would remain trapped inside, deprived of their Soul Power and Soul Skills, for the next three days.
Fourth tier: Life imprisonment
The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale would completely strip the opponent of all Soul Power and Soul Skills and permanently seal their consciousness within itself. Unless the judge personally ordered otherwise, the enemy would remain imprisoned inside.
Fifth tier: Death sentence
Once a death sentence was issued, it would be carried out using the power within the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, utterly destroying the opponent with the power of judgment.
Good grief. Seriously, good grief. How could Let the Mighty Be Humbled compare to this? This was a super wheelchair.
But then again, as much of a wheelchair as this thing sounded, its most fatal weakness was that it could not handle groups.
He could only use it against a single target.
In simple terms, during a team battle, he could directly take out the opponent's strongest fighter, but once surrounded, dealing with things would become rather troublesome.
Because in his current state, he could initiate judgment twice a day at the absolute most. And if his opponent was not some utterly wicked villain, requiring him to fabricate charges, those charges could reach only the second tier at most.
He could not even reach the third tier to finish off his enemy directly.
But if his opponent already had plenty of crimes to judge... that was another matter entirely. Murder naturally counted as a crime of the highest tier.
Then he would not need to fabricate evidence at all. As long as the charges held, he could directly sentence his opponent to death or life imprisonment.
Overall, although its effects were still heaven-defying, its drawbacks were also very obvious.
If someone really wanted to target him deliberately, they would only need to send people somewhat stronger than he currently was to counter him easily. As long as there were enough of them, he would have no answer.
But that applied only to the single-target Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. He still had Fufu by his side.
At that moment, Fufu was still glaring at him, her cheeks puffed up.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you even listening?!"
"All right, all right, stop making a fuss."
Lin Xing waved a hand. This Fufu definitely knew him.
Putting away the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, Lin Xing struggled to his feet.
"No, no, I can't keep letting you stay out here. I'm starting to feel a little drained."
Lin Xing genuinely could not hold out much longer. How was Fufu draining him so much? That genius Grandmaster often let Luo Sanpao out, yet he had never seemed this drained.
Although he might not have much of that stuff inside him that was probably Soul Power, Fufu had only been out for a short while, and he was already struggling to hold on.
"Fufu, you'd better go back for now."
With that, Lin Xing decisively recalled Fufu. If she did not go back now, he felt he would become a dried-up husk.
Sure enough, after Fufu disappeared, he felt considerably less weak.
It was just that Fufu was very unhappy about being recalled and was now making a huge racket inside his head.
He could now confirm once again that she knew him. She would never readily show this side of herself to someone she had not known for a long time.
He could only say that Fufu's acting was impeccable when she got serious, but her brain really did not work all that well.
"Stop making a fuss. I can't sustain you out here for long right now. Stay any longer and I'll die."
The moment he said that, his head suddenly fell quiet.
Lin Xing let out a long breath, finally feeling a little better mentally.
"Then... then open a gap in your sea of consciousness, or share your vision with me so I can see outside. It's pitch-black in here, and I can't see anything. It's so... so boring."
"So that's it..."
Lin Xing sat back down, then tentatively closed his eyes and quietly tried to sense it.
Power traveled through his body, eventually seeming to hit some sort of switch. He felt his vision suddenly brighten, his black hair turned white, and his eyes became the same mismatched, waterdrop-patterned eyes as Fufu's.
"So this works too..."
Feeling the changes in his physique, Lin Xing reached out and summoned the Splendor of Tranquil Waters.
"So you can be used like this too, Fufu."
"Hey, don't say such weird things!"
Ignoring Fufu's displeasure, Lin Xing swung the Splendor of Tranquil Waters as power surged through his body.
A blue-and-white sword gleam sliced a distant tree clean through its middle.
"Sorry, Fufu. I spoke too loudly earlier. You're still very useful."
Feeling his almost completely recovered condition and the power surging like waves within him, Lin Xing felt great.
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Inside his sea of consciousness, Fufu, who had finally heard something nice, was at last in a somewhat better mood.
She stood there proudly with her hands on her hips, the cowlick atop her head swaying back and forth.
She and Lin Xing were now in a state of shared senses. Whatever Lin Xing could see, she could see too; whatever Lin Xing could feel, she could feel as well.
It was just...
Why are you more proficient with my power than I am?!
Of course, that was only an inward thought. The pride-conscious Fufu certainly would not say it aloud.
The enormous commotion of the falling tree still attracted some Soul Beasts.
A black leopard, a snake thicker than his arm, and a strange creature that looked somewhat like a horse but was not one.
He could only say that Soul Beasts really did come in all sorts of bizarre varieties.
Lin Xing was in no hurry to use the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. He raised the Splendor of Tranquil Waters and casually waved it before him. Along with three bubbles, three little cuties appeared.
Surintendante Chevalmarin, Gentilhomme Usher, and Mademoiselle Crabaletta.
There was no suspense to the battle. The three little ones were like three Dayun trucks, crashing straight into the three Soul Beasts until they had no choice but to use blood shields to flee.
The three little ones gathered around Lin Xing, constantly nuzzling his face and filling him with delight. How could such adorable creatures exist?!
Looking at the three white Soul Rings that appeared where they had been, Lin Xing felt a stirring in his right palm, and the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale appeared beyond his control.
Then a surge of aqua-blue power shattered the three white Soul Rings, which finally turned into the purest white energy and flowed into the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
Honestly, the first thing Lin Xing felt upon seeing this was not joy, but bewildered suspicion.
He kept feeling that something was wrong. Surely he would not have to hold a trial himself in the end to save something?
Although the shattering and absorption of those three Soul Rings had improved his physical condition somewhat, he still felt a faint unease.
He quickly shook his head, throwing out all those jumbled thoughts. Whatever happened, his current self could only grit his teeth and keep walking forward on his own.