Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 2244 Thousand Blood Curse Incarnation Form, SSS-Rank Necrowite

Chapter 2244 Thousand Blood Curse Incarnation Form, SSS-Rank Necrowite

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Time- Unspecified

Location- Lil Red Storm Planet, Unspecified

Why does your mind keep jumping to the worst?' I'm not suicidal. I'm simply using this opportunity to test the celestial array formation. Don't worry, there aren't many things that can kill me in the entire Myriad Realms. Come back in roughly fifteen minutes. The s.p.a.ce disaster should have buried me in the realm's crust by then. That is, if my calculations are correct, Wyatt explained to the Field Marshal to deter her from interfering with his research.

Then, what about our sparring session?' the Field Marshal inquired, suspecting Wyatt was avoiding their practice.

Now she regretted not going even more easier on him. Seeing his strength was on par with hers, she thought he could handle her easy mode, but it seemed he wasn't even fit for her tutorial mode. This prompted her to consider creating an entirely new mode to get him started.

Except for his power, Wyatt truly sucked at combat skills. Considering his age, she could understand his lack of combat experience, but seeing him fail to execute even the most basic combat arts properly, she wondered if she had found the one thing Wyatt was bad at.

However, considering that Wyatt had somehow managed to achieve prowess equal to hers at such a young age, the Field Marshal believed that with more time, he might be able to overcome his only shortcoming: his miserable combat skills.

It was painful for her to watch him possess the power to dominate the world but display subpar combat skills that even a street thug would be ashamed of. She couldn't help but wonder, with such terrible combat skills, how he had managed to defeat Agent Louis Forger, known for defeating many demiG.o.ds when still in her semi-demiG.o.d realm, and the Worldhog incarnation of a devil who could manipulate time and had easily taken down about four teams of elite demiG.o.ds.

'Let's continue once I come out. I still have other abilities and forms to test! Wyatt replied.

'Fine. I'll be monitoring the s.p.a.ce disaster. If you need help, signal me. I'll rescue you immediately! the Field Marshal informed before withdrawing her s.p.a.ce rule, which was interfering with the s.p.a.ce disaster to s.h.i.+eld Wyatt.

Unlike the Field Marshal, who was ashamed of his combat skills, Wyatt was not a bit ashamed about his lacking combat skills. The Field Marshal, being a soldier, tended to lean toward the phrase 'might makes right; but Wyatt, as a scholar, obviously believed in the power of the mind. Someone like the Field Marshal would not consider Wyatt's fighting style honorable, labeling it as trickery. However, Wyatt would strongly disagree, claiming that there was no honor in fighting to begin with. Only animals and beasts fight, sentient species such as them should not drop to their level.

Still, he did agree with the Field Marshal that without proper skills and technique, his strength was like a sword with a dull blade. The only reason he was willing to improve his combat skills was to make use of his power more efficiently with minimal losses for self-defense. Apart from that, he did not see any merit in combat arts.

His sparring session with the Field Marshal was enlightening. He understood that in his thousand blood curse incarnation form, he possessed strength greater than that of the Field Marshal. Yet, he was helpless against her because she was too skilled. Her sage-level mastery in various combat arts not only made up for the power gap between them but also helped her achieve an overwhelming victory against him with ease. No wonder she did not hesitate to face a dozen supreme beings and

emerge victorious.

During their fight, he could see her movements, but his brain could not comprehend them before she landed the finis.h.i.+ng punch. The spar not only helped him realize that his energy loss wasn't just from within but also from how he used the power. It also revealed that his knowledge of combat skills and techniques was akin to that of a first grader.

He was seeking to check how efficiently he and the primordial spirits mobilized the curse energy of over a thousand SSS-rank curses and the error rate. However, he learned that no matter how efficient he was in mobilizing the curse energy, if he didn't know how to skillfully use it, the efficiency would ultimately decrease, and the error rate would increase.

To solve this, he could no longer ignore combat arts and had to prioritize comprehending and mastering them. Since Wyatt had never actually practiced any combat skill before, he wasn't sure if he had talent when it came to mastering them. His combat talent mattered because because in his thousand blood curse incarnation, he needed to have sage-level mastery in at least one combat art just to keep up with her. If he wanted to defeat her, he needed to achieve sage-level mastery in various combat arts as the Field Marshal had achieved zenith in many combat styles.

What is taking so long? Wyatt wondered, seeing that fifteen minutes had pa.s.sed yet he was still in the s.p.a.ce disaster instead of being buried in the realm's crust by it. He discovered that the s.p.a.ce disaster was on a repeat cycle since it had failed to refine and extract possible resources from him the first time.

Wyatt, 15 minutes are up. Are you alright in there?' the Field Marshal used her mental transmission to check on Wyatt, seeing that the time he specified was up but the s.p.a.ce disaster had still not buried him in the Lil Red Storm's crust. However, she was impressed by Wyatt's physique. She knew it was strong but to remain unharmed despite spending 15 minutes in a s.p.a.ce disaster was an incredible feat.

'I'm fine. Give it a minute; I'll be out soon! Wyatt replied, as he learned that the s.p.a.ce disaster would be stuck in a loop if things continued to remain the same. He had to break the loop somehow if he wanted the s.p.a.ce disaster to finish its refining & extraction process and bury him in the realm's crust. Therefore, he used his myriad devil transformation to morph his body into a huge block of refined SSS-rank Cursed Necrowite, managing to break the loop the s.p.a.ce disaster was stuck in. Soon, it buried him deep in the ground beneath.