Chapter 244: Heaven and Earth Severed vs

From the name alone, it was clear that the man calling himself "Zheng Fuzha" was a fusion of Zheng Zha from the Zhongzhou team and Fuzha from the Demon team, forming a new entity.

Of course, more accurately, it was a fusion—its principle derived from the Metamoran fusion technique from the Dragon Ball world: two individuals perform a strange, symmetrical dance requiring mirrored movements, ending with fingertip contact, achieving dual fusion of body and soul, with power soaring to terrifying heights.

This sensation was very similar to the Potara earrings worn by the Kaioshin in Dragon Ball.

Yet in the Main God Space's exchange list, the Potara earrings were exorbitantly priced: a single S-rank side quest was required just to obtain them, and the reward points reached a staggering one hundred thousand.

Yaozhidao, the Potara earrings were merely a special item; aside from their fusion effect, they offered no attack or defense capability, utterly useless.

After all, not everyone was willing to fuse with another person—especially when separation might be permanent. Except for someone like Zhao Zhui, who had a clear purpose, no one in their right mind would exchange for such a thing.

In comparison, the fusion technique was far more cost-effective: learning it required only a C-rank side quest, with no special requirements for the user.

The only trouble was that if the dance steps were performed incorrectly, it could result in a flawed fusion—power would decrease instead of increase—and there was a time limit; theoretically, the stronger the two individuals, the shorter the fusion duration.

It was strange, but whether because he'd seen the script or for some other reason, Chu Xuan had purchased this technique long ago.

Upon learning that the East Sea team harbored a warrior nearly equal to Wu Xian, Chu Xuan immediately pulled out the technique and ordered Zheng Zha and Fuzha to begin training.

They were original and copy, theoretically even the same person—perfectly suited for this technique; the power boost after fusion might even exceed normal levels.

Clenching his fists, feeling the surging, endless power within, Zheng Fuzha's face wore a look of intoxication and confidence.

When he looked at Gilgamesh again, he felt the man was as weak as an ant, easily wiped out with a wave of his hand.

Even Wu Xian, whom he had always regarded as invincible, no longer seemed untouchable.

Perhaps after this team battle, he could challenge his captain in this form.

If he lost, fine—but if he won… heh! It was time to settle the score for the jeep!

Zheng Fuzha thought this, while Gilgamesh, seated atop the Vimana in the sky, was already fuming.

"Filth! What kind of look is that?!"

Gilgamesh's eyes glowed red; Zheng Fuzha's gaze had pierced him deeply, evoking memories of the humiliation he once suffered at the hands of the gods.

He roared, and vast magical energy surged from his body, summoning even more powerful artifacts from the King's Treasury—each radiating power at A-rank or even double A-rank levels; a rough count revealed over a hundred.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!!!

If the previous artifact barrage had been artillery fire, this was now a carpet bombing equivalent to countless miniature nuclear explosions, causing the sub-space realm, constructed from fragments of the Hell's Underworld from the Curse World, to shriek under unbearable strain, as if ready to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, Zheng Fuzha smirked, moved his body, and swiftly darted through the dense columns of fire, evading effortlessly.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and a dozen fiery lotuses shot forth; each lotus collided with an artifact, easily blocking it, exploding into towering waves of flame, holding its ground without yielding an inch.

"What?!"

Rarely, Gilgamesh's eyes flickered with disbelief.

Zheng Fuzha's strength and speed far exceeded his expectations; in mere moments, he had advanced through the frenzied assault of the King's Treasury, closing the distance rapidly, leaving Gilgamesh both astonished and furious.

"You damn filth!!"

Gilgamesh's face darkened like dripping ink; he simply could not comprehend why two insignificant scraps, merely by fusing through some method, had erupted with such terrifying power—far surpassing many half-gods he had ever encountered.

Could he lose?

No! Impossible!!

Golden light reappeared—but unlike before, vast and boundless, this time only a single golden key floated silently before Gilgamesh.

Raising his hand, Gilgamesh turned the key gently; crimson crystal patterns immediately spread across the sky of this sub-space, radiating heavy, obscure magical fluctuations.

Enki's Blade!

A divine sword from Mesopotamian myth, named after the gods, capable of splitting heaven and earth, cleaving the world apart.

Its form was unique: its length matched a standard longsword, with hilt and guard, but its blade consisted of three slender, tightly connected cylindrical segments, utterly unlike traditional swords.

More like a peculiar fire poker than a sword, yet the sharpness radiating from it was so intense that merely glancing at it caused piercing pain.

"Filth! To die by this blade is the highest honor and praise your life could ever receive!!"

With that, Gilgamesh raised the Enki's Blade with his remaining left hand.

The next instant, the three disc-like black-red cylinders began spinning rapidly; after grinding and rotating, torrents of magical energy spilled from the gaps, transforming into a roaring hurricane.

"Heaven and Earth Severed—Star of Creation!!"

As the blade fell, the sky cracked, the earth shattered; wherever the hurricane passed, all tangible and intangible matter began disintegrating.

No aiming was needed—the Enki's Blade was a World-Splitting Artifact; its granted ability was to reduce all phenomena within its range to nothingness.

Trapped within this sub-space, Zheng Fuzha had nowhere to flee—he could only meet it head-on.

Yet when he saw this apocalyptic scene, Zheng Fuzha felt no fear; instead, his eyes grew vacant, as memories buried deep within his genes surged into his mind.

In his vision, he saw a colossal giant, wielding an axe, slaying three thousand demonic gods, cleaving open heaven and earth.

Instantly! Zheng Fuzha's Saiyan bloodline erupted in furious boiling, as if undergoing ultimate transcendence; his body hair faintly turned golden, while his qi and vampire energy compressed to their limits, then violently merged.

Fuzha's memories surfaced, causing the body to instinctively use the Xian Gui method to harmonize these opposing forces; simultaneously, Zheng Zha's karmic fire quietly released, acting like a spark—immense power rapidly coalesced within him…

"Aaaahhhhh—!!!!"

Zheng Fuzha roared, stomped hard on the earth, using the powerful recoil to leap into the sky, then raised his right arm and slammed a punch directly at the world-splitting hurricane.

"Primordial! Open Heaven and Split Earth!!"

(End of Chapter)