One-Eyed Monster

When Kadi said "turning into ash," Igor was still bewildered; he didn’t understand why Kadi would randomly utter such words.

When Igor came to his senses, his view was already engulfed by a sea of fire!

A vast, blue, eerie, indescribable sea of fire!

This is... Igor furrowed his brow. The flame was burning from Kadi’s body!

The eerie blue flames burned fiercely; nothing could escape its scorching heat. It seemed as though these flames had eyes, targeting only Clown Quinn’s illusions, bypassing everything else.

Igor thought that Kadi finally mastered this flame, unexpectedly at such a critical moment.

Previously during special training on Guru Mountain, this flame only appeared occasionally; now, it could surprisingly be used as a group attack tactic.

Facing a multitude of illusions, defeating them one by one was quite difficult. Even with exceptional blade skills capable of remotely controlling butterfly blades, it was impossible to clear all the illusions at once.

Group attack skills are the real solution to these challenges, and in Igor’s impression, Kadi rarely possessed group attack skills. He himself didn’t have any outstanding group attack skills either, which was their weakness!

But no one expected Kadi to turn this rarity into his own offensive technique, and it was surprisingly effective!

Clown Quinn never anticipated that his illusions would be broken again.

Does he really have to fight in his original state? This is truly a dire situation!

But all his illusions have been scorched into almost nothing, everything indicated that he must return to his original state to fight.

He was unwilling to revert to his original state; his fusion with this jester’s body was seamless, and once he returned to his original state, the remaining consciousness of the jester would be completely devoured, a result he did not wish to see.

He felt he preferred being this clown rather than his former self.

Because at this moment, the clown represented a formidable power, entirely different from his former self!

He had forgotten who he used to be; he only remembered being utterly weak then, unable to even lift his head before adventurers with class, always wishing one day to show those bullies his true colors, but his strength never allowed it.

These subjects always caused confusion until he met his master and gained true power.

Power propelled him forward, gradually forgetting his former self.

Power then drove him to merge with this disdained clown, allowing them to redefine the meaning of a clown.

All this was a gift from power!

But now, this power was surprisingly nearing depletion, something he never anticipated!

The blue flames consumed his energy; he couldn’t fathom why these blue flames could devour his energy, capable of destroying an entire small mountain.

Yet, these blue flames behaved like a greedy carnivore, continuously devouring this energy, as if flames existed solely for such energy!

Could this be the power connecting to the energy channel? Clown Quinn briefly conceived this thought, but it flashed away as the situation left no room for extensive contemplation.

The speed at which the blue flames devoured was faster than anticipated; Igor couldn’t comprehend the essence of Kadi’s blue flames, but it was undeniably true that these blue fire ravens could devour spirit power.

Hence, all the energies displayed by Clown Quinn’s illusions were entirely devoured.

Igor had previously been entangled in the debate between Quinn and Kruz, but now he was preoccupied with nothing else.

Because Kadi surprised him all over again.

Kadi’s attack was indeed unexpected; originally thought Kadi would use blades to solve the problem, yet Kadi chose a field he wasn’t proficient in.

The power of the flame wasn’t Kadi’s strength, so the burning flames were unpredictable.

Clown Quinn continued to struggle; he didn’t want his illusions devoured completely...

He had always been the one devouring others; never before was he devoured by others, it truly was unimaginable.

"Why is it like this!" Clown Quinn shivered incessantly; it wasn’t fear of the power. What he feared was becoming his original state.

Yet, Igor seemed to understand his original state all along.

Thus, Igor shouted from the side, "Hey, unleash your strongest attack, reveal your original state!"

This sentence caused Clown Quinn to collapse instantly; the nerves that had fought the flames forcefully stiffened upon hearing "original state," causing his illusions to be completely incinerated into ashes.

Clown Quinn stood there disheveled; it had been quite some time since he was in such disarray.

Thousand Hands, Thousand Faces, all illusions, all failed.

He had never unleashed all three techniques together; today, they all failed.

This was an unbelievable outcome.

"Why won’t you move? Don’t you have your original state? Isn’t that your strongest form? That immortal body!"

Clown Quinn was silent; he truly did not wish to recall his former self.

The original state meant returning to the initial form, fully abandoning the clown’s façade, something he was resolute against.

"Who are you, really?"

"Why suddenly ask this question? As you said earlier, does it matter who we are? We are all ants!" Igor couldn’t resist making a taunting remark even at this moment.

For Igor, this was indeed gratifying.

"Are you sad?" Kruz spoke again from the side.

"Hmm?" Kadi and Igor were confused; they turned to Kruz, curious about his words.

"He’s worried about leaving his current state; it seems he quite enjoys the identity of a clown." Kruz said.

"Why can you sense that?" Igor was bewildered.

"The clown’s identity resonates with me; I can’t explain why." Kruz responded truthfully, as the craftsman spirit within him had just awakened, some things could only be sensed, not expressed.

Igor looked at Kruz in surprise, then at Quinn.

At this moment, Quinn seemed like a soldier surrendering without a fight, with no resistance at all, and his original state never emerged.

Clown Quinn fell like this!

The clown from the circus, an executioner, fell afterwards in the blue flames with no resistance...