Life and death, catastrophe’s mastery, within the fungus-transformed Extraordinary Academy, the Mechanical Tyrant descended in an instant to give guidance. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

In fact, because of Akons’ previous experiences, everyone was playing their cards openly, with no concept of hiding one’s talents.

For example, how the opponent locks people behind glass, or how one’s Mythical Form transforms into the Abandonment King.

The reason for not rushing to use this move is simple; playing openly requires more skill.

Why use a bomb when you can crush one at a time?

There are limitations to using my Mythical Form, so it’s normal to gather things together before making a big move.

Of course, considering it’s a Conjunctive Heart Demon, the opponent could easily guess my intentions, but that’s the strength of an overt strategy.

The reason why the superior beings born from mind-bending ideas are powerful is precisely because they aren’t "Jade Soul Master" puppets, but truly akin to the presence of their real selves.

So even if they know my plan, the opponent can’t maneuver and avoid like a puppet.

As long as I have the energy to argue, the "Fungus Emperor" will surely be awakened by it.

Thoroughly transforming into an Ancient Superior Being, with four halos, the unmatched Fu Qian is now examining the current situation from a more transcendent perspective.

And it’s easy to confirm, just like with Akons, that I’ve been temporarily exiled to expendable files.

But seeing...means I can break through.

That’s the point of having a broad vision.

But now there are two problems: first, the current temporary file is much more resilient than the one encountered with Akons because it is in a "real" state.

With the addition of special authority, the mycelium’s reinterpretation and reconstruction added an impressive toughness.

Even the awakening of the will behind the power makes this reconstruction more thorough, leaving no room to exploit.

It’s clear that the violently awakened Fungus Emperor is very irritable.

Second, in the real-world Academy behind the glass, the Jade Soul Master does not exist.

...

That’s right, even if it’s just a fleeting glance, given the death-battle chains tying us together, Fu Qian can easily confirm some things.

The Jade Soul Master is not in the Academy, and everything happening there is done through an alternative channel, such as his favorite journey through the mental world.

So currently, the risk that must be considered is that the opponent I need to eliminate is not only hiding behind bulletproof glass but is also remotely controlled through a phone line.

And as we all know, I am not welcome in this mental world.

Therefore, even if I spend the energy to break the cage, I probably won’t find anyone in the Academy, and continuing the pursuit will also be hindered.

A near-total protective shield with no weak points compresses the meaning of a violent solution to the minimum—but it still must be solved.

The world shakes.

No one dares to directly confront the Tyrant’s body, pulling out strands of gray-white fibers that disintegrate into ash the moment they leave the body.

Enjoying the process is not just empty boasting; cracking this result is an unknown, but isn’t there still the violent process?

The previous choice of using such a direct approach with the Jade Soul Master is very comforting, but it was never just for show.

As for the things pulled from the body?

Simple, the power of damage transfer stems from this.

Reconstructing the world through the structure and connection of mycelium, and being part of it myself, is how the previous effects were achieved.

It’s just that in the Second Phase state, I can’t perceive this connection nor can I destroy it—snap!

In fact, there’s no ordinary sense of sound; the sound effect resonates within the mycelium in perception.

And what’s stimulating this rhythm is the Female Sword Saint’s trapezius muscle.

The advantages of a puppet have been mentioned before, but now the disadvantages are also evident—even faced with the Tyrant physically present, it still can’t calculate an escape option.

But they really should run.

The Female Sword Saint at the forefront is pierced through by a fist in the next moment.

As an unyielding rock in the world of mycelium, the damage transfer has completely lost its effect.

Fu Qian’s actions do not stop, directly tearing that body open towards the sides.

Hiss—

At that moment, it’s hard not to think of hand-tearing king oyster mushrooms.

What a pity that the Female Sword Saint seems unable to continue dividing, the body instantly losing activity, sprinkling down like dandruff.

At the same time, a blade stabbed into Fu Qian’s lower back.

The wound is so deep that even such a giant body is penetrated noticeably.

Merely flirting swordsmanship, even sacrificing a partner, shouldn’t achieve this level.

On the exposed tip of the sword, the subtle brightness different from the body that was previously commented on can be clearly seen.

And at this moment, its brilliance even surpasses before division, condensing into a force that erodes everything.

Not so pure, but ancient and noble.

You can even feel the part that hasn’t penetrated is crazily extending with alien mycelium—

Good, this is exactly what I want.

The awakened superior will, descending upon a top puppet, perfectly coagulates its authority within, making the latter a more crazed weapon... the most normal choice.

Yet Fu Qian is more interested in this brilliance.

Though it’s mycelium, it shines like crystal—previously seen correctly, it really is crystal.

Just as Professor Kaldora mentioned, this special form of power complements the Transcendent, sublimates the Transcendent...even the momentarily revived Ancient Superior Being is supplemented by it.

What kind of project did that Academy exploration team truly discover?

Rip—

Ignoring the fierce weapon that pierced through, Fu Qian’s hand holding the sword Three Misses swiftly tore apart the figure behind him.

But it’s not a true body.

Just like the sword still stuck in his body, that body quickly transformed into ordinary gray-white mycelium and scattered all over the place, but the attacker did not weaken the slightest. Instead, they remained hidden in this strange world, in whatever form, concrete or abstract...

After the "Fungus Emperor" descended, the remaining Sword Saint now seamlessly integrates with the surroundings, perhaps now should be called Sword God?

Even with the Eye of Calamity, it wouldn’t be easy to find them, and with a few more ambushes, even the divine body of the Abandonment King would inevitably be eroded by that top-tier authority—why look for them?

Once again, as the world quakes, the Mechanical Tyrant’s Fist has already directly pierced the ground beneath.

The premise of invincible Unity of Heaven and Man is that the sky will not shatter.

There is another term for that, which is to slam everything dead at once.

I never mind what the opponent does; it’s the so-called comfort under the big tree, joining an organization for shelter.

Ignoring the attack appearing again behind him, the visceral critical strike from the Abandonment King, paired with a curse that locks onto the entire Divine Realm of the Fungus Emperor, claws out alongside fangs condensed from Dimensional Poison power.