And only that astounding talent—

was so then, and so it is now.

Back then, he was on par with Wu Di and Red Leaf, but now, perhaps they are far behind him.

Hudi clenched his fist, he himself was a Combat Artisan, driven by interest and curiosity in the Flexible Construct—admiring and aspiring to be like FOX, Loofah, and Construct Queen Ming, which led him onto this path.

In Dolifen, it seemed his will had been worn down so much that he had forgotten those past experiences.

But at this moment, he felt a tiny flame reignite in his heart, though the glow was still faint, it would one day grow into another story of ideals and journeys.

He suddenly stood up.

He had promised Hes to show that girl the beautiful sights of Eteliria, and perhaps it was time to set off...

He cast one last look at the image within the Transmission Crystal before he made up his mind to turn and leave, and the others, seeing his action, couldn't help but express surprise, "Hudi, you're not going to finish watching?"

Hudi shook his head, "No need to watch anymore, I believe he can do it."

But there was something he didn't say aloud: perhaps you'll never know, the miracles he achieved in Dolifen—

"If Xiaya returns to Traveler's Rest," he added to the others before he departed, "tell him I've left some things for him in room seventeen, he can get the key from Mr. Mazak."

The crowd was clueless but could only nod.

Watching him walk out of the hall.

At that moment, they had a vague feeling that it might be a long time before they saw this youth from Dolifen again.

King's Square was somewhat quiet.

The screen up above split into two, transmitted by two Clockwork Fairies, one showing Silver Weslan and many small guilds' troops breaking out and racing toward the last Light Bridge.

But by now, not many were watching this scene, as everyone's hearts were tied to another screen, linked to the destiny of that youth.

In the vision, only the last of the Three-Headed Dragon's minions remained, but there was no longer anything between it and Fang Hong, the monster let out a deep roar from its throat, like an arrow released from a bow, shooting straight at Fang Hong.

At that moment, everyone's hearts involuntarily tightened.

But Fang Hong was unfazed; he knew clearly that there was no time to evade, he stepped back and took a stance to meet the attack. Everyone gasped, questioning whether a Combat Artisan with his close-combat skills standing up to a monster was a gamble they could win?

This was because they were unaware of Fang Hong's actual level, otherwise their hearts would sink even further.

The Dragon's Claw swiped at Fang Hong, who, without thinking, raised his left hand to block; he was not a Heavy Armored Profession, and his Reinforced Gloves had already been lost, leaving three deep gashes down to the bone on his left arm, blood spurted out.

Despite anticipating the pain, Fang Hong nearly blacked out, but he knew any distortion in his movement would obliterate his slim chance of survival, so he gritted his teeth and drove a knee into the minion's head.

But this strike, merely at a level ten warrior's strength, seemed too slow not only in the eyes of the Dragon's Claw but also to the audience, only Chenxi and Odin kept their faces taut without speaking—they saw there was still a slim chance if Fang Hong could seize it.

The Dragon's Claw pressed down with its left claw on his right knee—It's over! everyone thought, some couldn't bear to watch, fearing to see this young man torn into two bloody halves.

But contrary to their expectations, Fang Hong had waited for just such an opportunity.

The Dragon's Claws, unlike humans, also had deadly teeth, instinctively biting at Fang Hong's neck, but though Fang Hong's left hand was injured, his right was still functional, immediately raising it to block its gaping mouth.

Rocket Fist, launch.

A loud explosion, the Dragon's Claw was thrown backward, spewing blood and rolling several times on the ground, Fang Hong's punch not only broke several of its teeth but also smashed its tongue, though it wasn't enough to kill the beast, which wailed in agony and bloodied, painfully got back up.

The clash lasted only a moment; then, through the Clockwork Fairy's vision, Fang Hong saw the remaining four Dragon Claws approaching a nearby alley. Their appearance was but a matter of moments.

And his condition was hardly better, the force of the beast's exit also left two wounds on his knees, severely limiting his mobility.

Not to mention his left hand was almost completely useless, just dangling there, blood dripping steadily from his fingertips, leaving him with no time even to bandage it, only able to gulp down a Healing Potion and immediately command the Energy Angel to attack the Dragon's Claw.

The previously shield-releasing Energy Angel had recovered less than a quarter of its magic power, but it was enough, the Dragon's Claw was disoriented by his blow, quickly defeated under the flank attack of two Variant Sword-Bearers.

Right after the combat ended, Fang Hong immediately had the two Energy Angels retreat, without time to check for any spoils of war, he limped away in the opposite direction.

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