The flask and gel rose, and Feng Xue once again transford into Masked Rider Orca after a long ti.
Compared to the usual transformations of the Masked Rider System and various targeted combats, Feng Xue used the All Things Squeezing Driver as a survival tool, given its one-hour usage limit and lack of any offensive ability. Whether lucky or unlucky, this survival tool had remained unused until now.
However, at this mont, Feng Xue finally needed to use it.
As the beaker chanism shattered with a "Pao—Wa!" sound effect that hadn’t faded, the Seth God swinging a long-handled battle axe had already arrived in front of Feng Xue. The increasingly violent Desert Power accompanied the weapon’s swing, sweeping like waves. In such a state, as if being thrown into a polisher, even if another creature with flesh and blood ca, even with the Golden Bell Shield practiced to the Tenth Layer, it would be blown into a pulp.
But this was environntal damage.
After deploying the All Things Squeezing Driver, it had Adaptation Light-level traits. Although it might not withstand a punch from Fat Tiger, it could soak in the "Fusion Hot Spring" even if thrown onto the sun.
Although this trait wasn’t enough to let Feng Xue ignore the oncoming axe blade, this brief mont of standing still finally gave Feng Xue the opportunity to gather strength.
He sunk his waist and stabilized, concentrating his consciousness. The giant Martial Arts True Intent condensed behind him, and Feng Xue seemingly slowly, yet swiftly, pushed out a seemingly ordinary punch.
Boom!
The gravel lifted by the near-sonic storm scattered like waves against a pillar in midstream, separating to both sides. The long-handled battle axe, already halfway swung, broke directly at the grip.
The axe head and gravel flew off together, yet Seth, with only half a pole in hand, astonishingly stood in this fist wind, prompting Feng Xue to step forward and deliver another punch.
This punch, although not charged, hit the defenseless Seth, whose defenses had been blown open. Feng Xue’s fist, carrying the intent to defeat his enemy, smashed fiercely into the face of this seemingly frail yet powerful deity, shattering the skull capable of matching Feng Xue wearing two sets of Masked Rider Armor.
Lacking any internal organs, the head exploded into a cloud of dust imdiately. Still, Feng Xue wasn’t entirely without ans against such elental enemies. He threw a card from his hand, and as the sandstorm retreated, a breeze, incongruous with the desert surroundings, erged from nowhere.
In that extrely bizarre, almost visible wind, a face faintly erged, puffing its cheeks. What followed was a weird airflow, imbued with a peculiar power.
The airflow wasn’t rapid. Feng Xue even felt it was no more than the lowest setting of an electric fan. Yet, after that breath was exhaled, the countless yellow sands instantly transford into submissive particles, and the sand-ford Seth fell imdiately, weathering away. Though it retained a sliver of life through so power, it looked like a cracked ceramic ready to shatter, clearly heavily wounded.
And causing all this was nothing more than an ordinary Magic Card—
Divine Breath.
Its simple and crude effect was exceptionally classic—destroying all Rock-type.
Of course, with Phantom Transformation leaning more toward the setting of spontaneous duels on the King’s Stone Slab, it restrained all entities with [Rock], [Sandstone], [Dust], and similar elents.
Seeing Seth refrain from further transformations, Feng Xue breathed a sigh of relief. He was initially worried that Infinite City would shalessly let the projection activate Martial God Authority because, compared with real people, these things inherently devoid of self, using such authority would indeed render fights impossible.
However, even having secured victory, Feng Xue didn’t relax. He stood in place, observing the changes in the Kaidan Fire, adjusting his ntal state, and delving into a state of Bright Mirror.
On the Spiritual Platform Mirror, brilliance blossod. After a brief cleansing of his consciousness, Feng Xue’s spirit concentrated entirely, followed by a heavy punch akin to tearing the earth apart.
...
"Congratulations on obtaining the residence right on the sixty-first layer of the Tower of Babylon. All facilities on the Sixth Layer will now open to you. You will receive a residential space of 2,000 square ters, and within permissible limits, you can..."
Having heard these words twice, Feng Xue returned to the sixty-first layer of the Tower of Babylon, looking at the already vanished simple property, and directly said,
"Property relocation."
"Received. Property relocation will be completed in thirty seconds. Please leave the hostead range promptly to avoid any unforeseeable losses during the relocation process."
The prompt from Infinite City sounded again. With previous experience, he quickly exited the hostead range. Last ti, curious about the unforeseen consequences, he had left a soda can at the hostead’s position. After the house relocation, he found an oddly shaped board rged with the can at its location.
Watching the familiar house cover the hostead, Cain’s voice, refined and elegant after being translated by Infinite City, reached his ears—
"I can’t believe you won so quickly. Looks like you’ll be moving to a higher layer soon. Honestly, I thought we’d finally get a newcor; I’m tired of seeing these old faces!"
"I rember that floors in the sa group can be challenged freely, right? Why don’t you keep going up? Whole ten layers of residents!" Feng Xue asked, sowhat puzzled. Cain, however, shook his head,
"It’s not like you think. By newcor, I an newly birthed postnatal Kaidan. Although they appear quite normal, we each have so strange quirks, and the most fundantal issue is that our traits don’t align well. The situation where each floor has over ten people now isn’t a coincidence but rather the result of over a decade of mutual coordination, grouping those who can barely cohabit. And, of course, there are fixed matches, but let’s not get too detailed about that."
Feng Xue wasn’t surprised by the fixed matches; after all, his first house was conceded by Busty Sister. In other words, allowing the weaker to challenge the property of the strong, the strong conceding and returning to challenge the weak’s projection would achieve a property swap.
Yet what intrigued him was these so-called postnatal Kaidan’s hidden traits.
Seeing Feng Xue’s puzzled expression, Cain did not hide it and simply posed a question—
"What do you think would happen if Egypt’s Seth and the Cross Sect’s Seth were on the sa floor?"
"Uh..." He had just fought Egypt’s Seth, and as far as the Cross Sect’s Seth, if he rembered correctly, it was seemingly Cain’s...brother?
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