Chapter 38 Breakthrough! The Barrier of Extremes!

Droba's first attack was dodged by Fang Senyan in an extremely clumsy and rolling manner, but not without leaving a deep wound on his thigh.

As Droba was about to launch his third attack, Fang Senyan suddenly stopped. Not because he was too tired to run, but because the path ahead was blocked by a steep mountain wall!

"I'll give you ten seconds to consider my offer." Droba slowed down and approached, his gloomy voice echoing in the valley, with a muffled, coughing undertone:

"If you surrender, I won't kill you. Show me everything you have, and I'll pick three items and let you go. If you resist, I'll mold your blood into knives and slowly slice the flesh off your body piece by piece. Now, tell me your choice."

Fang Senyan gasped raggedly. The wound on his thigh was severe, revealing the bone. He seemed barely able to stand.

He stared at Droba, a feverish fire burning in his eyes, making Droba uneasy. It was as if all his disguises were about to be ripped away, all his secrets exposed by this man!

"You are at the end of your rope too! There's no way out ahead. If you were so confident, why didn't you rush over and kill me? Why waste time with these empty words?"

Fang Senyan's eyes pinned Droba like needles, and he said, word by word:

"That means there's only one possibility: if you try to kill me now, you'll likely have to pay a price! A significant price!"

Although he could only see Droba's expression vaguely because of the water elemental state, Fang Senyan's words caused a ripple of light blue energy to spread across his body, indicating his agitation.

Fang Senyan continued:

"Maintaining your current water elemental form must constantly drain your MP. Using water from a distance to create limbs and indestructible weapons must also consume a significant amount of MP. You've been chasing me for so long, and although your HP hasn't decreased much, your MP must be nearing depletion!"

"So, if you want to continue fighting, you'll have to use a precious item to instantly replenish your MP, most likely a Potion of Honor. But your alliance with the Ringwraiths is a deal with the devil, and you also have to face the Elven heroes. There are too many variables. If you use the Potion of Honor here, you'll have one less safeguard for unexpected situations! That's the real reason you proposed that offer earlier. Am I right?"

Droba closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light of a Potion of Honor shone on his body. He said coldly:

"It's a pity you destroyed your only chance to live. If someone as smart as you were to grow stronger, you would become an extremely dangerous enemy. So, I want you dead."

"Oh? Is that so?" Fang Senyan sneered, "Who can stop me from leaving?"

As he spoke, Fang Senyan displayed the attributes of the item he had obtained from the Avatar world: the Unmodified Amniotank. He laughed loudly:

"Anyway, I'm still a contractor, so this little loss is nothing to me. I'm satisfied that I've stalled you here and wasted one of your Potions of Honor. Goodbye, you damn monster!"

"Too bad, you're not going anywhere!" Droba roared, "How could a Tier 1 contractor like you understand the terror of a Top Awakener? Come forth, Prison of Mist!"

Instantly, countless transparent, thread-like streams of liquid erupted from Droba's body. These threads rapidly wove and intertwined, enveloping Fang Senyan and Droba in a misty haze. Fang Senyan immediately received a notification:

"You have been affected by the enemy's high-level ability: Prison of Mist."

"Within the Prison of Mist, there is a 15% chance that your abilities will fail to activate. There is a 25% chance that your damage to enemies will be completely nullified. This effect stacks perfectly with other similar effects."

"Within the Prison of Mist, all spatial items related to returning will be ineffective. The mist skillfully isolates the relevant coordinate positioning and reception."

"Within the Prison of Mist, all creatures will gain additional HP regeneration."

"Any attempt to escape the Prison of Mist will be subject to passive imprisonment. Viscous water elements will envelop your feet, reducing your movement speed by 80% unless you can deal 20,000 damage to it to break free."

After Droba cast this ability, Fang Senyan noticed that his water elemental body had shrunk significantly. If he was 180 centimeters tall before, he was now only 150 centimeters at most. Droba looked at Fang Senyan and said, word by word:

"Can you still escape now?"

Fang Senyan sneered:

"I just took out a random item to scare you, and you used a big move. This move must have consumed a lot of MP, right? Even if you just took a Potion of Honor and are at your strongest, how long can you last? Three minutes? Four minutes?"

Droba roared furiously, and his fist slammed into the ground:

"One minute is far too much time to kill you!"

His roar still echoed in his ears when a terrifying attack came from behind Fang Senyan. A transparent hand holding a sharp ice pick emerged from the ground and thrust towards him! The hand's speed far exceeded Fang Senyan's agility. Despite his desperate dodge, another ghastly gash appeared on his back.

"I will fulfill my promise." Droba gritted his teeth and said, "I will mold your blood into knives and slowly slice the flesh off your body piece by piece!"

After taking another stab, Fang Senyan's HP had dropped to a dangerous level. If he were stabbed again, he would definitely enter a near-death state! Being brought to near-death in a one-on-one fight, even with a life link, only meant dying a few minutes earlier or later.

At this moment, Fang Senyan sighed, a sigh of regret, but also with a strange air, as if it were a helpless release.

"Mr. Droba, I could have sacrificed one of the plot Elven mages here to detonate the explosives after you were lured down the cliff. Do you know why I didn't do that?"

Droba was charging up for his next attack and ignored Fang Senyan completely. Fang Senyan continued:

"The least important reason is that I was afraid the Elven mage wouldn't grasp the timing well. If he was afraid of death and ran away too soon, he wouldn't be able to force you to divide your forces to chase me, alleviating the pressure on my companions to rescue people."

"The more important reason is that I wanted to see just how strong the members of the team who dared to set up such a grand and enormous trap were."

"Of course, the main reason is that I accidentally killed your team's vice leader, the man with the backpack. The rewards I obtained from him gave me another additional choice, another trump card that no one expected!"

Droba sneered and said sarcastically:

"Are you still bragging even when you're about to die?"

Fang Senyan continued, unconcerned:

"Now it seems that challenging an Awakener who is several tiers higher than me with the abilities of a Tier 1 contractor is indeed a bit of a stretch."

"Therefore." Fang Senyan suddenly raised his head, looking at Droba as if he were a bewildered prey that had fallen into a trap!

"Mr. Droba, you should feel very honored, because you will likely be the first prey I hunt after I successfully advance to a Provisional Colonizer!"

"A powerful, plump, and delicious prey!"

As he spoke, Fang Senyan frantically distributed his free stat points into Constitution. Fang Senyan's base, unequipped Constitution stat, which had been untouched for too long, rose rapidly, soaring all the way to the 50-point mark!!!

At this moment, Fang Senyan felt like a wild dragon that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, breaking free from its chains in an instant, and roaring madly at the sky, the earth, the sea, and the universe!

If today's events had not occurred, Fang Senyan would probably have continued to accumulate free base stat points. His ambition was once to raise two base stats to 50 points, but after these recent worlds, Fang Senyan felt that this idea was unrealistic.

So, his idea was to adapt to the situation. Now that he was almost pushed to the brink, Fang Senyan finally let go of his obsession and broke through the extreme value!

The moment he reached 50 base stat points unequipped, Fang Senyan immediately felt as if time had stopped flowing. Everything around him was distorted and blurred like a vortex. The Nightmare Imprint on his chest shone brightly, and a series of prompts came over:

"Congratulations, your base stat: Constitution has exceeded 50 points unequipped/without beneficial status!!!"

"You are the first person in this space to achieve a Constitution of over 50 points unequipped/without beneficial status!"

"You will receive an additional reward of 30 merit points. Please claim it at the awarding office after returning to the space."

"You have received the following bonus base stat ability reward. Please choose within ten seconds."