The Blood of the Berserker!
Belonging to some ancient bloodline.
Legend has it that the clan worshipped war and slaughter, and were exceptionally fierce and skilled in battle.
They could enter a state of madness by chanting poems, taking poisonous drugs, whipping their bodies, or self-harming.
In this state, they would become irritable, prone to anger, and extremely aggressive.
Correspondingly, their combat power would significantly increase.
He who forgets war courts danger; he who loves war courts destruction.
This once incredibly glorious race, due to their love of attracting trouble and numerous enemies, was ultimately annihilated in the river of history.
But undeniably, they were incredibly powerful!
Under the frenzied, storm-like attacks, the blacksmith was like a rag doll battered by raindrops, unable to offer any effective resistance.
The woodcutter intervened!
A vertical chop with his great axe!
*Clang~~*
The Berserker roared, "Are you tickling me! Ah! Put some effort into it!"
The Berserker could withstand the blacksmith's Roar of the Forge God, showcasing the immense durability of his current body.
The woodcutter said, "Then stand still, I'll chop again."
He took a flask of wine from his waist and drank it.
*Pfft~*
The dust on the hafted axe was wiped clean.
At this moment, the blacksmith had already been smashed into the ground by the Berserker, showing no reaction.
The Berserker turned, charging towards the woodcutter!
The woodcutter wiped the wine from his lips with his sleeve and swung his axe expressionlessly!
The Berserker roared, "Axe, axe, axe… your axe is worse than mine! I'll hack!"
*Thwack!!!!*
The long beat the short!
The woodcutter's hafted axe arrived first.
Without any obstruction.
Or rather, the Berserker disdained to block.
Blood gushed wildly!
The woodcutter's axe not only broke through the defense but also deeply embedded itself into the Berserker's waist, piercing into his internal organs!
The Berserker's hands flailed in vain. However, with the long axe lodged in his waist, his own short-handled axe could not reach the woodcutter…
Gazing at the massive wound in his waist, and the gushing blood and internal organs.
The Berserker said in disbelief, "You… you can actually wound me in this state?"
The woodcutter said in a low voice, "What about this state? Is it harder to chop than the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree?"
"The Moon Palace Osmanthus tree!!!"
The woodcutter raised his head, "Humble as I am, only ten people in the mortal realm have ever chopped down the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree. I am one of them."
The Moon Palace Osmanthus tree.
Capture Level: 75
A legendary, fantastical plant, rarely seen by mortals.
The Moon Palace Osmanthus tree only grows in fantastical lands where moonlight exceeds 12 hours and it is never exposed to sunlight.
The osmanthus flowers of this tree are the finest ingredients. It is said that osmanthus cakes made from them are exquisitely delicious, granting eternal youth and immortality upon consumption, but cursing the eater to be forever imprisoned on the moon.
Even so, countless people flocked to it.
The osmanthus flowers of the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree are extremely difficult to obtain, ethereal and illusory, intangible.
Only by felling the tree can the flowers be harvested.
The trunk of the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree also possesses fantastical abilities. If the trunk cannot be destroyed in a single strike, it will trigger the tree's ability, turning the part you chopped into a false illusion…
In other words, whether the osmanthus tree you chopped is real or fake depends entirely on whether you can destroy it in one blow.
If you cannot destroy it, all your efforts are in vain.
And when you strike the first blow, you cannot let the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree be more than three steps away from you…
If it is.
Your discovery of the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree will also become an illusion!
The woodcutter drew his axe.
The Berserker staggered backward, his large hands barely able to contain his escaping organs.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground.
The Berserker gasped, "Such… such a brutal axe… Heh heh, you almost killed me!"
The woodcutter said, "It's been a long time since I've chopped something this tough. My skills have become a bit rusty. But don't worry, with the next chop, I will surely send you on your way peacefully."
"Just like how you chopped down the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree?"
"No."
The woodcutter said, "In the end, I could not chop down the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree in one strike."
"Oh, so what you said was fake?" The Berserker tried to make his voice sound less weak.
"I felled it."
"Do you know what the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree is?"
The Berserker felt that the woodcutter's logic was contradictory.
The attribute of the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree was that it had to be broken in one strike.
The woodcutter said, "I chopped for 20 years!"
Twenty years!
Chopping for twenty years!
During these twenty years, the woodcutter had to chop countless times every day with the same posture.
To the extent that each chop was incredibly precise.
Each chop was as powerful as this!
And finally, the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree could not withstand it longer than the woodcutter…
After tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of strikes, the illusion of the Moon Palace Osmanthus tree finally became reality.
The woodcutter said with a sense of loss, "If only that Moon Palace Osmanthus tree could have held on a little longer. I still liked the days I spent with it."
"I think that tree would not agree!"
The Berserker suddenly grabbed his short axe and smashed it fiercely at the woodcutter.
The force was so great that the woodcutter was sent flying.
Taking off his jacket and clothes, the Berserker completely secured the wound at his waist!
Picking up another axe, the Berserker said, "Our chat ends here for now. Let the axes talk to each other next!"
The woodcutter walked out of the ruins.
He brushed the dust off his body.
He replied briefly, "Okay!"
And at this moment!
A faint voice came from underground.
"Did you forget something?"
"Why didn't you include me in your chat?"
A burning iron hand emerged from the ground!
It pressed down fiercely.
A man covered in armor and wounds stood up!
The blacksmith!
Though the blacksmith was in a sorry state, pure red flames blazed around him, the heat radiating far away.
The blacksmith removed his heavily damaged helmet, revealing a head covered in a thick beard.
"Berserker, is it? It's time to settle the score for damaging my Forge Fire."
"That was my livelihood, my rice bowl."
"Did no one tell you that cutting off someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents?"
The Berserker spat and couldn't help but curse, "Seriously, such tenacious vitality. Annoyingly tenacious, are you a cockroach?"
"If you like calling me a cockroach, then call me the Iron Cockroach!"
…………………………
On another part of the battlefield, Sonic the Hedgehog had finally finished playing.
In an instant, Sonic appeared behind Hurricane, holding his hair and saying, "You've run long enough, it's time to rest."
Hurricane was terrified.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape Sonic, nor could he even keep Sonic in his sight.
*Pfft~*
Turning his palm into a blade.
Sonic pierced through Hurricane.
Blood splattered into the sky, and Hurricane plummeted straight down.
This was the flaw of mobile types; besides movement speed, they had no other means of coping, not even a way to evade damage.
Wiping away the bloodstains, Sonic muttered to himself, "Among them, that cook is probably the most important. Killing him would be my greatest contribution."
"That guy, Bloodhound, being forced back by a mere cook, truly pathetic."
"Looks like the greatest contribution this time is mine!"