Chapter 172: Chapter172-The Great Change in the Fate Line


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    Puh!


    John spat out blood as Owen''s punch sent him flying.


    His face darkened to an extreme as he struggled to stabilize himself in mid-air, several dozen feet away.


    Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he glared at Owen with eyes that burned with killing intent and madness, distorting the very air around him.


    Sensing the volcanic fury building within John, Ymir, hidden within the necklace, quickly sent him a telepathic message.


    "John, that''s enough. Your current strength is far inferior to Owen''s. Continuing this fight will only lead to your defeat."


    She understood all too well the deep-seated enmity between John and Owen, as well as Owen''s formidable power and terrifying talent.


    "Not his match? Do you not have faith in me either? You used to say that there was no prodigy in this world who could compare to me that I was the most brilliant genius in existence!"


    Ymir''s words of comfort only served to deeply provoke John. Memories of the past, along with his seething anger, surged within him, causing his eyes to bulge like fish eyes, bloodshot and deranged.


    John could never forget the day when Marry came with her haughty demeanor to annul their engagement.


    The searing humiliation nearly drove him to madness.


    It was Ymir''s sudden appearance that had calmed and encouraged him, instilling within him a firm belief—that his talent, strength, and determination were unmatched, even among the geniuses of Middle Earth!


    It was Ymir and this belief that had enabled him to forget the pain, the hardships, and the relentless training day and night.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m


    But now, Ymir was telling him that he was inferior to Owen! He couldn''t accept it!


    John''s increasingly erratic demeanor caused Ymir to fall silent.


    She had indeed once valued John''s talent highly, recognizing an inexplicable great fortune surrounding him.


    Such a person was destined to become one of the world''s top powerhouses, with a boundless future.


    But she had never expected that in the barren land of Middle Earth, where producing one John was already astonishing, an even more extraordinary Owen would appear!


    If John''s limitless potential was something she could foresee and predict, then Owen''s talent and rapid rise were like some kind of error-a chaotic anomaly that defied all reason!


    Facing such an unpredictable existence, even Ymir had little confidence, for she had no idea how many trump cards Owen had yet to play.


    Moreover, Owen possessed that ring, making it impossible for her to take action against him.


    However, Ymir also knew that John was a person of unwavering will.


    "Armament Merge!"


    John''s face twisted into a blood-red grimace as his veins bulged, covering his forehead.


    A hoarse voice burst from his throat, filled with a madness that could drive anyone to the brink of insanity.


    If conventional methods couldn''t harm Owen, then surely his most powerful, secret technique―prepared specifically for Owen-would catch him off guard!


    Armament Merge, second stage!


    As John''s crazed voice rang out, his skin began to bulge and writhe, as various magical artifacts emerged from beneath his flesh, dripping with blood and exuding a pungent metallic


    odor.


    These were the magical artifacts he had collected during his time, guided by Ymir.


    Swords, spears, staves, and more-all emanating their own domineering auras, far from ordinary. Many of these had once been used by master-tier mages, and there were even a few


    grandmaster-tier and legendary magical artifacts among them!


    Due to the unique nature of these artifacts, it was almost impossible to refine them through conventional means.


    After all, magical artifacts of this level possessed their own spiritual essence.


    However, the Armament Merge technique that Ymir had taught him was highly unique, with


    an ultimate secret far beyond the second stage that Owen had learned.


    This ultimate secret was John''s greatest hope of defeating Owen!


    No matter how terrifying Owen''s strength and talent were, even making Ymir feel a touch of despair, the immense power contained within these artifacts was overwhelming.


    If he could harness this power, not only would Owen fall, but even a grandmaster-tier mage would be doomed.


    Thus, to wield this ultimate secret, John didn''t hesitate to use his body as a vessel to nurture


    these artifacts.


    Although he had only established a preliminary connection with these magical artifacts, the power within them was already vast as an ocean-his strongest trump card!


    Swish, swish, swish...


    The artifacts flew around him like a torrential flood, cutting through the space around them like transparent ice, leaving behind deep scars and emitting a hoarse, sizzling sound as black smoke occasionally rose from the air.


    "I have nurtured you with my body for so long, and now, it is time for you to serve!" John abruptly raised his blood-streaked right hand, and the wounds on his hand seemed like a mass of blood-red eyes, lightly pulsating, emitting a tremendous suction force that swirled up countless silver streams of energy.


    Then, the densely packed magical artifacts began to emit a brilliant light, and countless tiny elemental particles flew out from the artifacts, converging into John''s body.