Chapter 928: Chapter 926: I Have No Hair, But I’m Not Bald!
After a few seconds of silence, a gust of wind blew from the concave tree hole, accompanied by a sharp sound. The Giant Tree shouted, "Good, good, good, you speak truly. It seems, no matter what, you all wish to kill me? Very well, come and try it. Let me see what abilities you actually possess, and let you witness my true power!"
As soon as the voice fell, all the branches of the Giant Tree swayed in unison, and the wind blowing out from the tree hole on its trunk intensified more than ten times.
The wind did not disperse but instead rotated around the trunk, forming a pale, visibly tangible storm.
The storm’s range gradually expanded, its color deepening until it had engulfed a hundred-meter radius, forcing Richard and the other two to retreat as the color turned to a dark purple black.
At the extreme focal point, energy waves emanated from the center of the storm, distorting the surrounding space. Thick, arm-wide flashes of lightning flickered rapidly at the storm’s edge, and occasionally destroyed nearby innocent trees.
The three of them, standing on the ground, felt the earth vibrating at high velocity. Waves of energy, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, swept over their feet, spreading in all directions—a mere portion of the energy wafting from the storm.
What now termed a storm was more aptly described as an energy storm.
This was the true power of the Giant Tree Tin Wood, also the true strength of the Longevity Exotic Species of giant trees.
The opponent called itself "Forest Source," clearly with a precise target; it managed an incredibly terrifying energy, capable of sustaining the entire forest system for a long time, even without the sun’s shining suddenly.
For this reason, it could control numerous beasts and Demonized Creatures, and even create new species to protect itself.
In a sense, the opponent was a Constant Star without light, a Sun incarnated as a plant.
Now cornered to its last stance, it adopted the most fundamental and direct means of confrontation.
Energy storm, nothing but energy. Breaking through the energy storm and killing the Giant Tree would mean victory. Failing to do so would render even the most splendid spells useless as they would all be destroyed by the energy storm, leading to failure.
The expressions on Richard and the others’ faces grew grave as they faced the increasingly oppressive purple-black energy storm. They exchanged a glance, communicating ways to resolve it.
"I’ll give it a try first," Bobbobovic said, taking a pink potion out of his bosom, quickly drinking it, causing a familiar fireball to appear overhead.
"Hoo—"
Bobbobovic took in a deep breath and raised his hands.
The air between his palms slowly twisted as a dark red energy ball gradually formed, initially the size of a jujube pit, then increasing to the size of a human head.
Seen from afar, the energy ball held a mass of inescapable deep black within the dark red, appearing like an abyss or more like a demon’s eye.
"Puff—"
The fireball atop Bobbobovic’s head extinguished as he thrust the energy ball forward with all his might.
Having done all this, Bobbobovic swayed, nearly falling over. Struggling to steady himself, he looked pale as if the energy ball he sent out drained almost all his strength.
At this moment, the energy ball left Bobbobovic like a cannonball drawing an arc through the air, shooting towards the center of the energy storm.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the energy ball successfully struck the center of the energy storm and exploded, causing the storm to visibly ripple and skew. The storm’s leftmost part crashed downward, abruptly striking into the forest over a hundred meters away, shredding a dozen trees that required a person to embrace, turning the dirt over and leaving a deep pit several meters into the earth.
But it was just that.
A few breaths later, the energy storm returned to normal, swirling rapidly around the Giant Tree Tin Wood as if Bobbobovic’s energy ball had never existed.
Seeing this, Bobbobovic’s eyes widened, and he muttered in doubt, gasping a few times, "So strong? Whew... Is it fake?"
Heluo acted next.
Raising an arm, a large swath of scarlet condensed in her palm, forming twelve rhombus-shaped flying blades.
Heluo then shook her arm.
"Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh..."
The twelve rhombus-shaped flying blades connected in a line, emitting sharp sounds as they fired towards the storm’s center.
Ultimately, only the foremost three rhombus-shaped flying blades entered the storm’s center. The rest were directly deflected, and the three flying blades that penetrated the storm center caused little change, instantly crushed by the concentrated energy.
Heluo frowned, speaking slowly, "The defense of this energy storm is too strong. It seems spells below the Third Circle are incapable of causing harm."
Richard nodded in agreement, then waved his hand to control six Langdonick’s Spears to form and shoot towards the energy storm.
The six spears of Langdonick did not attack all at once but divided into three batches. The first batch had only one Langdonick’s Spear, creating an unobtrusive "ripple" before being shattered as it collided with the energy storm.
The second batch, consisting of two Langdonick’s Spears, collided with the energy storm almost simultaneously, causing a relatively noticeable wave.
The third batch, the final three Langdonick’s Spears, simultaneously hit the core of the energy storm, causing it to tremble and shift, though not as significantly as Bobbobovic’s force had previously.
Richard carefully observed the effects of the three batches of Langdonick’s Spears, his mind filled with numbers, his fingers tapping lightly as he began mentally calculating.
The six Langdonick’s Spears he released had differing attack intensities and energy contents, each bursting differently upon entering the energy storm.
Thus, by analyzing the energy storm’s diverse responses, a preliminary model could be established to estimate what conditions were required to break the energy storm.
Of course, the eventual calculated value indeed had discrepancies with the actual value. However, by excluding several influencing factors, the value could be as accurate as possible, fluctuating within multiples, and not exceeding an order of magnitude. This estimation would suffice to predict the upcoming battle’s direction, at least to know if they stood a chance.
A few seconds later, Richard’s finger tapping ceased, with a number appearing in his mind.
"1.21?" Richard muttered to himself, raising his brows as a plan formed in his mind.
At this moment, from the energy storm’s center, the Giant Tree Tin Wood spoke upon seeing that Richard and the others’ tests posed little threat. It hummed, "What, after witnessing my true strength, have you no means to oppose it? Very well then, it’s my turn to act next, to show you what true power is! Black-clothed fellow, long-haired woman, and ugly bald man, you’re all going to die!"
As it finished speaking, a ten-meter-long energy arm suddenly condensed in the energy storm, forming a fist that smashed down heavily.
It was in the gap when the fist was falling that Bobbobovic suddenly looked up, somewhat dazedly asking the Giant Tree Tin Wood, "Bald? Who are you calling bald?"
"Of course you!" said the Giant Tree Tin Wood.
"I’m not bald!" Bobbobovic shouted, eyes wide, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Heh—"
"Arrgh!" Bobbobovic’s expression twisted instantly as he faced the oncoming giant fist. The muscles on his face scrunched up, his eyes, and brows drawn inward as he shouted, "I may not have hair, but I’m not bald! I’m really not bald!"
By the end, his voice broke.
"Smack!"
With a stomp forward, Bobbobovic crushed the earth beneath him, deep blue light pouring over his body as if drawing unknown strength and courage to face the energy giant fist struck down by the Giant Tree Tin Wood alone.