Chapter 155 Abyssal Blade Devours Again
After what felt like forever, Tonny and Ezio finally caught their first Goldenfin Wyrm. Their initial cockiness had faded, replaced by a grudging respect for these slippery creatures.
"I hate to say I told you so," Faust's voice, dripping with amusement, echoed through the glade. "But your youthful arrogance was misplaced. The Divine Breath of the Celestial Dragon is way out of your league, boys. Maybe aim for something more... doable. Like an Adamantite Artifact?"
The truth was, Faust had never planned on giving up that Epic Level item fragment.
It was a cruel joke, a test of their ambition. Epic Level item fragments were priceless, worth more than ten complete Epic Level items. Rumors floated around about skilled artisans who could restore these fragments to their former glory, creating legendary artifacts of unimaginable power. Faust, for all his quirks, wasn't dumb.
He'd set an impossible task, a number so high even the most seasoned adventurers would balk.
"That crafty old goat!" Tonny muttered under his breath, frustration clear in his voice. He'd learned his lesson about openly criticizing Faust.
"Eric, what now?" Ezio asked, sounding defeated. "Should we cut our losses and aim for an Adamantite Artifact? Or maybe just some Obsidian gear?"
But Eric wasn't ready to give up. Epic Level item fragments were super rare. Who knew when, or if, they'd ever find another one? Letting this chance slip away was unthinkable.
"You two keep at it," Eric said, his voice firm and resolute. "I'm gonna try something."
With that, he charged towards a nearby cluster of Goldenfin Wyrms, moving like a blur.
[Slash!]
The air crackled with energy as Eric's blade, powered by Faust's magic, sliced through the air, hitting a Goldenfin Wyrm's vulnerable underbelly with pinpoint accuracy. A damage number, a staggering 1,400, flashed above the creature's head. Without missing a beat, Eric followed up with Cleaving Strike, his blade a whirlwind of death, dealing another 800 damage.
He then unleashed Silverlake Gleam, his signature move, a devastating combo of lightning and fire that engulfed the surrounding Goldenfin Wyrms in a storm of energy. Three arcs of lightning, crackling with raw power, shot through the air, hitting their targets dead-on. Damage numbers, -1056, -1384, -1758, popped up above their heads.
In the blink of an eye, Eric had dealt over 6,000 damage.
Even Faust, who'd seen countless battles in his long life, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Impressive," he muttered, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Most impressive. But still not enough."
"Eric!" Tonny and Ezio shouted together, their voices a mix of awe and excitement. They'd never seen such raw power, such precise devastation. Maybe, just maybe, Eric could pull off the impossible.
"Don't just stand there gawking," Eric's urgent voice snapped them out of it. "Every second counts. Keep attacking!"
Fired up by Eric's display, Tonny and Ezio doubled down, their attacks now fueled by a newfound ferocity.
Eric, a blur of controlled aggression, kept up his assault, his attacks relentless, his precision unwavering. The Goldenfin Wyrms, quick and erratic, were no match for his speed and skill.
It took him just a hundred seconds to bring down a single Goldenfin Wyrm. Less than half the time it took Tonny and Ezio combined.
But even as he fought, a frown creased Eric's brow. "It's not enough," he muttered, frustration tightening his voice. "I need more damage, more speed."
"You're a natural talent, kid, I'll give you that," Faust said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But even natural talent has its limits. Aim for an Obsidian Level item. That, I think, is within your reach."
Eric wasn't ready to throw in the towel. He had a few tricks up his sleeve.
With a thought, he summoned the Frost Azure Flame, its ethereal blue flames dancing across his palm. The air around him shimmered with intense heat as the flame enveloped him, boosting his power. His damage output surged, his attacks now packing the chilling bite of frost and the searing heat of fire.
"An Exotic Flame?" Faust exclaimed, eyes wide in surprise. "And a second-tier one at that? Impressive! To control such power at your age… you're an anomaly, kid. But even this isn't enough."
Eric tuned out Faust's words, laser-focused on the task at hand. With the Frost Azure Flame enhancing his abilities, his attacks became even more devastating. Cleaving Strike now dealt over 1,000 damage per hit, Slash over 1,700, and Inferno Thunderstorm, his most powerful skill, a staggering 3,000 damage.
He was a whirlwind of destruction, his movements a blur, his attacks a symphony of death. It now took him less than a minute to capture a single Goldenfin Wyrm.
But even with this newfound power, the task ahead seemed impossible.
At this rate, capturing over three hundred Goldenfin Wyrms in five hours seemed feasible, yet they remained far from the goal of one thousand.
'Is the Epic Level item fragment really out of my reach?' Eric thought, a flicker of doubt creeping in.
"Don't lose heart, kid," Faust said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You've exceeded my expectations. Capture four hundred Goldenfin Wyrms, and I'll let you exchange them for an Epic Level item. Consider it a testament to your tenacity."
"That old coot is messing with us!" Tonny exclaimed in the team chat, his voice full of indignation. "Even with five hours, our chances of capturing four hundred Goldenfin Wyrms are slim, let alone a thousand!"
Eric, ignoring Tonny's outburst, analyzed their situation. "My damage output is still too low," he thought, his mind racing. "And my speed… I need to be faster."
He considered using his remaining mid-level Frostbite Grenades. Each grenade, with its wide area of effect, could deal a lot of damage, potentially taking out multiple Goldenfin Wyrms at once. But he only had a limited supply, and each grenade cost a small fortune. It was a risky gamble, one he couldn't afford to make.
"There has to be another way," Eric muttered, his eyes scanning his surroundings, his mind searching for a solution.
His gaze fell upon his backpack, its contents displayed in a neat grid. And then he saw it. The level 10 Adamantite greatsword he had obtained from the Sun Temple. He had planned to use it to upgrade his Abyssal Blade, but in the heat of battle, he had forgotten all about it.
"Of course!" Eric exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization. "The Abyssal Blade!"
Every ten levels, weapons and equipment underwent a significant transformation, their attributes increasing exponentially. His Abyssal Blade, currently at level 5, already rivaled most level 10 Mithril weapons. If he upgraded it to level 10, devouring the Adamantite greatsword and a level 10 Mithril weapon in the process, its power would surely skyrocket.
"It's worth a shot," Eric muttered, his fingers hovering over the upgrade icon.
With a resolute breath, he commenced the upgrade process, the outcome of their quest teetering on the brink.
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