Attribute Farming System-Chapter 111: Like A GOD!!!

OUUNG!

The Cosmos chimed out at Knox's proclamation, seemingly accepting the challenge that the daring mortal dared to propose.

A small smile formed on Knox's face as he swiped the blood off the Sword of the End. He then sheathed it in its gothic-style scabbard before turning around and calling toward him all the dropped Attribute Orbs.

[Strength Increased by 1,340,000,000!]

[Agility Increased by 1,560,700,000!]

[Spirituality Increased by 1,180,000,000!]

[Affinity Increased by 2,450,000!]

X43 More…

"Increases by the billion??" Knox's eyes widened in shock as he double-checked to make sure he was seeing things correctly, with the subsequent results only furthering his amazement. "To think that killing trash like that was what would finally give me one billion Attribute Points from a single orb. I've fought way tougher battles before, but perhaps the quality of foes has simply weakened…?"

In actuality, that was far from the truth.

Knox may not have been aware of it, but he was slowly but surely becoming a cheat so overpowered that it would soon be inconceivable to call him anything but an anomaly. Whether it be his Sword Intent, Saint-Grade Techniques, Saint-Grade Items, Saint-Grade Bloodline, or Divine-Grade Physique—all of it put him far above everyone else in his realm bracket.

Even if there were richer and more influential Young Masters in higher areas capable of acquiring all that he had, it was still unlikely they could copy his success. After all, he not only had all these external factors propelling him upward, but he also had a High-Saint Rank Cultivation Talent, a Mid-Saint Rank Foundation, and Potential that could very well be touching upon the Divine Rank.

It wasn't the least bit an exaggeration to state that, within the Elemental Nations, Knox was second to none.

As for how that status of his held up beyond the bounds of the tiny Elemental Nations, well… that was yet to be seen.

— Meanwhile, back on the battlefield outside the vanished Secret Realm, two blade-wielding figures were seen zipping through the skies at tens of thousands of times the speed of light —

They were moving at such speeds that, while destroying everything in their path in a molten and cut-up string of chaos, they somehow crossed national borders.

Finding themselves within the Fire Kingdom, one of the figures frowned, whereas the other manically grinned.

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"What!?" asked the Blade King, his shit-eating smirk tearing away at the Fire Representative's nonchalant facade. "Did you honestly believe that only our Kingdom would be damaged in our fight!? With you being the right-hand man of that red-haired crowned bastard, I would've figured you to be a bit more realistic!"

CLANG! CLANG!

Their blades clashed with even greater fervor, the excess energy rippling through the skies. Mountain valleys and small oceans were destroyed in a diced-up display of blade prowess, yet that damage only worsened with the sudden rise in the Fire Representative's emotions.

Blade King smirked, fending off every single attack with a blurry hand. "What?? Strike a nerve, Igron!?"

"Shut up!"

Igron's furious bellow was followed up by a barrage of blade slashes that careened toward Blade King at utterly ridiculous speeds. Neither sound nor light could keep up as the Blade Arcs grew larger and more ferocious the shorter the distance between them and the Blade King became.

"Look at you!" Blade King sarcastically praised. "You must really think you're something special, huh!? What, with you achieving a miraculous breakthrough into the Soul Transformation Realm! Haha, I faintly recall when you were in diapers—and even then, I was still in the same Realm you so desperately strived for your entire life!"

SHA! SHA!

Effortlessly parrying every Blade Arc thrown his way, Blade King's smile broadened. "Do you truly believe that you have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating me!? Do you think that just because we're both in the Early Soul Transformation Realm, we'd be equal!? What a joke!!"

HUUUAAHH!

Blade King's vicinity exploded outward with him only having imagined it. Then, with another passing thought, a mountain was suddenly enlarged to dozens of times its original size.

"!!!"

BOOOM!

The tip of the enlarged mountain smashed into Igron, sending him flying high up into the sky.

However, just as he attempted to catch his breath from the blow and slow down, a tree had somehow appeared above him.

This tree, however, was anything but normal, for it too was abnormally large—large enough to smack him down to the earth as a speeding bullet.

"We are anything but equal, boy," said Blade King as he tossed away the enormous tree he had clutched in his hands. "You are still learning the ropes of your new Realm, whereas I have mastered everything that will take you centuries to do the same. You are not my match; concede your life to me now and I may just spare you some pain."

*Kuk! Kuk!*

Coughing up large amounts of blood was merely the surface damage that Igron had sustained. On the inside, he was a complete wreck, with his internal organs bleeding out all over the place.

Yet, for some reason, a wide, cunning smirk crept up his sinister facial features.

"You're right, oh mighty Blade King!" He crazily shouted, blood spitting everywhere. "I'm not your match; I never was! But, you see, Combat Power isn't only based on one's own strength! I'll demonstrate that to you right now as I try out one of the products that the one who started this all gave to us!!"

Taking an ominously glowing scarlet-red pill out of his Spatial Ring, Igron consumed it before Blade King could react in time.

And with a massive eruption of bloodlust from Igron, it was already too late for Blade King to prevent whatever was happening.

Being launched away from Igron, Blade King stabilized himself mid-air before looking at him with an unreadable expression.

"You… What have you done…?" he asked, unable to properly convey what he was thinking. "To think that you'd go so far as to collude with outside forces to destroy us. Are you that desperate, Igron? That cowardly??"

"Call me whatever names you wish, HAA! B-But, I feel amazing!!" Igron shouted through euphoric groans as demonic horns grew out of the top of his head.

His skin turned a dark shade of red and his eyes blackened, with yellow slits carving down the middle of them.

"I FEEL LIKE A GOD!!!"

OOOOM!!!