Chapter 876: NO．245：The Star Completed Through Tempering

NO．245：The Star Completed Through Tempering

The hot-blooded state Aomo spoke of is not an excuse.

In fact, since he activated this state, he has been as if in a forge where fire and wind are both at full blast.

What flows in this body—is it blood, or oil? Or is it a pure heat stream, fully heated and fallen into humanity's classic boiling‑water energy system?

This question had already been flooded in Aomo's thoughts that raced by at the very beginning.

He only knows the power he possesses in this posture.

The power to easily drag back and fling out Lei Bu Lang Duo, who tried to break through the dimensional wall and escape.

The power to, with one heavy, powerful sweep of the tail, easily cut off the opponent's wings with the bone sword at its tip.

The power to, when clenching claws into fists and exchanging punches with the opponent who likewise lashes out in desperation, make the opponent retreat four steps while needing only to retreat two steps oneself.

Even just by letting go of one's mind, one can gain the authority to usurp Jierbalisi's main body, bring the data of the Kexiya data planet under control, and make it one's own power.

It is precisely because of this immense power, which can easily make one lose oneself in it, that he was so quiet at the beginning, so……

……stagnant.

He did not want to be led by the nose.

He did not want to be assimilated by such scorching heat.

He wanted to retain his rationality, and also to hold onto his humanity, rather than lose his purpose, not knowing what 'self' is, becoming part of this data world, becoming the embodiment of nature, the ruler of the data realm.

So after transforming, he was that quiet.

The Qiege after transformation is what he is indeed doing.

But at the same time, it was also a small trick he used to divert everyone's attention.

His first attempt at monster fusion without using his own cards as a base almost resulted in total loss; perhaps he should admit that after being drained by the Secret Key, he really shouldn't have pushed himself.

Perhaps this could become a trial.

Physical weakness is not important; the mental state is the key to monster fusion.

But what monster fusion tests has never been the strength of soul and spirit, but the steadfastness to oneself.

Do you know yourself?

Modern people who are used to judging themselves through others' eyes, used to hanging 'mental sub‑health' on their lips, who from time to time go to the psychiatric clinic for a check‑up, using direct instruments, source energy, and drugs to correct their mental state.

Can one truly see oneself clearly?

Modern people who are constantly communicating and constantly receiving new things, and whose mindset subtly shifts without their awareness due to those things and interactions, are the most vulnerable to inner imbalance caused by monster cards.

Having hardly ever seen themselves clearly and never stopped their own changes, when faced with the influence of monster cards that reflect their own darkness, they will only unresistingly assimilate and intensify, growing worse and worse.

This should not be.

This ought not to be.

He had long understood what burden monster cards impose on the heart, and had never resisted nor feared using them—except when Geliza forced the card.

He also regarded each fusion sublimation as a tempering.

Compared to past rational judgment and self‑scrutiny, today's monster cards are like providing a set of weights, bringing him better results.

What is sublimated from each fusion sublimation is not only the life form, but also the form of the self.

So he will neither avoid nor escape.

His thrown punches are unbiased, and the psychic shield he uses to cover and protect his companions will not discolor or dirty the dragon jade on his chest.

Even if tempering becomes burning, he must still maintain the steadiness of his spirit.

This naturally will not be an easy, quickly accomplished process.

With the draconic body revealed in that judgment pose, each of his movements makes his self surge and sway in the rushing, scorching power.

Again and again sawing, again and again readjusting stance, in the near‑reddening corrosion and heat that almost turns the pupils crimson, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint blue gleam.

「」

A hint of blue in a sea of red was so conspicuous that it almost made him lose focus in his battle with Lei Bu Lang Duo.

Especially now, he also emits from his chest a rainbow‑colored beam entwined with red‑black qi, which together with the beams of the other Ultraman warriors gradually overwhelms Lei Bu Lang Duo's beam—despite its unexpectedly high output, it is still gradually retreating.

What is that?

After the beam's emission shows a slight weakness, it becomes a more intense surge; at the same time, he feels more comfortable and more beautiful from the increased output.

This 'fanaticism' is precisely the scorching essence; it is his intense resistance, his obsession with nature, with human intellect, and with that great power.

It almost covers his field of vision—but that vast‑contrast blue stretches across his vision, even gradually expanding.

「Meteor shower…」「

The words that suddenly burst into his ears were so faint, like a hallucination amidst the roaring beside his ears.

On that dragon's body, the dragon jade of Renlong and the crystal of the Rainbow Snake God, though radiating light, were hard to notice, for at this moment the brightest thing was still the light of everyone else and his own beam.

But when that sound came again, he indeed heard it clearly.

Those were two sentences.

That was a prayer.

「Meteor shower…」「

「The wish I offer is only one thing: turn this run into a prayer…! 」「/「Turn my run into a prayer! 」「

Just as scorching, yet it gives a tranquil blue to the heart, spreading fully from that moment, replacing the crimson field of vision.

It also brought a wordless smile to his astonished face.

Your wish, I have received.

——

「Oh oh! What happened?! 」「

Aimu Zhiji, is accelerating!

How fast! How fast, Aimu Zhiji! She surpassed the vanguard group's team! She surpassed the Cherry Blossom Storm! She surpassed the Poverty Shrine! She surpassed the Quiet Cleaning! She is still accelerating, and thus she steps into the final stage!

This distance is shortening! The escape horse speed that Tuji Mahe has been catching up to is losing its advantage!

The quiet Saichang, even the spectators who were originally looking up at the sky, worrying about the sudden situation reoccurring, also suddenly became silent, letting everyone hold their breath at the present moment of the Saichang, lowering their heads.

Looking toward them, they had already overlooked the Saichang for over a minute.

Baerge Gan Putao! Also accelerating! Will the gap of three horse lengths be caught up! All the athletes are rushing toward the final straight! The commentator, maintaining breath length in an unnatural way, keeping instantaneous breaths, to achieve clear commentary like high-speed chanting, continues to output.

Can she hold on until the end?!

Good heavens! The azure comet! The comet that seems to burn itself out while continuing to accelerate! She displayed a dual-form posture while accelerating! A momentum completely different from previous days on the Saichang!

Silence.

Looking at that already three-way showdown final stretch, on that straight track, only the howling-like wind sound, and the footsteps wildly roaring on the grass field.

Tuji Mahe! Not giving up! Does she still have strength! Can she still dash to the finish at Mach-like extreme speed!

The finish line, the dark crimson spire, purple glow, azure twin comets, all head toward it, but the swifter steps will always be decided from among them.

Aimu Zhiji! Aimu Zhiji has caught up, she surpassed Tuji Mahe! Aimu Zhiji leads! Then will second place be Tuji Mahe! Or is it Baerge Gan Putao!

Tuji Mahe finally managed to hold onto second place with all his might! And Aimu Zhiji! One horse length! One stride to the finish line!

In the first battle of the competition reform, the horse girl arrived like a comet speeding!

Amidst the cheers of the myriad crowd, the announcer spoke that name.

Aimu Zhiji!

She was waving to the spectators, and she was waving with a smile; both waving and smiling were her first time.

Also after that waving, only then did Aimu Zhiji truly raise her head, and she realized the sky was so clear, free of the gloom and heaviness at the gate.

And beside her, a slightly illusory hand rested on her arm, pointing out the direction she had not yet noticed.

There, the illusory dragon's head shadow swayed slightly.

Leaving behind that, drowned in the enthusiastic cheers, a dragon's roar like an auditory hallucination.