One-Eyed Monster

As soon as Igor heard the word "Craftsman Spirit," he immediately became alert.

Clown Quinn wasn’t in a hurry to attack; he still wanted to know what Igor and the others’ real purpose was.

"Did you join this circus because you know there’s a Craftsman Spirit here? What exactly is your identity? Tell me, and I’ll let you die a little easier."

"We didn’t know there was a Craftsman Spirit here; we joined the circus just to resist your evil forces!" Igor said righteously.

"Evil, haha, only those high above have the right to judge evil and justice; you aren’t qualified."

"No matter what you say, we are enemies now."

"No, you’re wrong. In my eyes, you’re just an ant, crushing you is too easy!" Clown’s voice trembled, which was him laughing, mocking internally.

Brava has already been devoured. The clown is not in a hurry to devour the clown performer; he wants to settle Igor first, to show him the consequences of opposing them.

"In your eyes, those who resist are weak, but you also couldn’t conquer this clown performer, could you?" Igor felt these bastards were too arrogant, always thinking that a little bit of power let them act wantonly, not taking them seriously at all!

"You’re indeed weak, but he’s different. He has a Craftsman Spirit, uncontrollable. This Craftsman Spirit, we dare not touch carelessly."

"Why do you want to extract the Spirit Core of the Craftsman Spirit?" Igor found it strange why this circus was so obsessed with the Craftsman Spirit.

"This is not something you need to worry about!" Clown Quinn replied, not caring at all about Igor’s question, as if whatever Igor said would not concern him.

He couldn’t get what he wanted, couldn’t find out what Igor and the others were actually up to, or why they joined this circus!

Looking at Clown Quinn’s smug expression, Igor couldn’t help but feel disgusted; it was a kind of nouveau riche vibe, thinking just a bit of power made him above everyone, which was indeed surprising.

"You’ve always been like this, always arrogant. The Puppet Master is like this, and so are you!" Igor shook his head, feeling underestimated.

"Puppet Master?" Hearing this, Clown Quinn froze. He didn’t understand why this young man knew about the Puppet Master. The identities of the circus people were well-hidden, hardly ever exposed...

"Isn’t he one of yours? He’s also after the Craftsman Spirit!"

"You’ve met him. Where is he now?" Clown Quinn suddenly became very concerned because the whereabouts of the Puppet Master were crucial to him.

"He went where he should go!" Igor grinned.

"What did you say?" Clown Quinn was clearly dissatisfied with Igor’s reply; he wanted to know more.

"Someone who even forgets his own name, where can he go? Naturally, disappeared from this world, the souls that should rest are at rest, and the scoundrels that should be in Hell are in Hell. Just like that." Igor gently took off the hidden meteor from his body, ready to go all out against this Clown Quinn!

"Are you saying the Puppet Master failed?" Clown Quinn still wouldn’t give up on extracting information from Igor.

"I said he went where he should go!" Igor waved his hand, a Thunder Sword Qi shot towards Clown Quinn.

Clown Quinn became aware, daring not to directly catch the Sword Qi, he dodged his body, the turning move revealing none of his massive size.

Igor’s Sword Qi continued, slicing through the ruined tent, leaving several large holes.

"Your strength is quite decent!" Clown Quinn said softly after dodging several Sword Qi.

Igor bent, kneeled, ready to unleash another Sword Qi at any time!

"Against people like you, not going all out is wrong!"

Both sides stood in a standoff, searching for openings in each other, each maintaining a defensive posture.

"Hey!" A strong voice suddenly sounded in the air, making Igor and Clown Quinn involuntarily look back to find its source.

"I say, can you guys not fight here?" The voice came from a corner of the tent, where a person who was once curled up suddenly stood up.

Igor looked at the person standing up, full of excitement.

While Clown Quinn was full of surprise.

This person standing up was the clown performer, now no longer weak, though looking covered in scars.

"Hehehe hahahaha, I never thought, the power of the Craftsman Spirit could be so resilient. After so much destruction, still able to maintain such a complete state, truly an amazing power..."

"What nonsense are you spouting, I don’t know you!" The clown performer was angry, disliking the clown’s every move.

"Now you can get to know me, circus clown, your leader. Follow us, and you’ll possess power beyond imagination!"

Igor was completely ignored by Clown Quinn, but his excitement made him forget the temporary situation, only wanting to know how this clown performer would deal with the clown before them.

"Circus, join you?" Clown performer looked puzzled, "What kind of joke are you making, we are already the circus, join what!"

"Just as the leader said, owners of Craftsman Spirits are a bunch of stubborn fools..."

"Stop rambling, get out of here quickly, I can see, you are like the previous guy, always advocating others forget themselves to gain power!"

"It is the only way your weak group won’t be bullied, don’t be surprised." Clown Quinn spoke a lot, in Igor’s eyes, this guy was on par with the Soul Devourer Master in the Border Realm.

"Stop speaking those useless twisted theories, no one will listen. If a person forgets even themselves, what is the meaning of living, so get out!"

"And if I don’t get out?" Clown Quinn curled his lips, completely indifferent.

"This is Kruz’s territory, you better leave. If you want to fight, do it elsewhere, this place does not welcome fighters!"

The clown performer finished speaking and pushed Igor and Clown Quinn out of the tent...

At that moment, in the circus’s resting area, Quinn and Igor opened their eyes simultaneously in amazement.

Really got kicked out by that guy!

As if in an instant, Quinn immediately stood up, his large hands reaching directly for Brava!

"Kadi, save him!" Then Igor also reacted.