Silent Crown

Chapter 366 See Enough and You’ll Know

"You have to stay..." Just before the teenager finished his words, Casper roared furiously. For the first time, Ye Qingxuan saw Casper become so furious that he even broke free from Torre's control. He seemed to have sensed something very dangerous. The roar of a beast resounded through Auschwitz. Then, countless beats' giant mouths suddenly loomed toward the boy.

Casper rushed forward and his body expanded crazily in the midair. He even slightly broke free from the 'seal of humanity.' Swallowing the beastliness in his consciousness, he forcefully evolved into the three-headed hound.

It was a veritable fusion of beastly nature. Dozens of species of phantom beasts were fused in his body. Each one was a huge phantom beast from the remnants of his 'beastly inheritance.' In the blink of an eye, he turned into a half-human, half-beast covered in fiery flames. Immense toxicity spread.

Not expecting the enemy would attack directly, the teenager was shocked for a moment. He watched as Casper rushed to him. Then, he reached a hand out to Casper's forehead and suddenly pressed down!

Bang! The earth trembled. It was like a falling rock crushing Casper's skull from high above. Casper was crushed into the ground by the boy's palm. The huge fulmination spread and the trembling earth made one's vision go black. Dust flew but soon froze in the air.

The teenager suppressed Casper's fury merely with his own strength. An invisible power extended out from his hands to freeze the air and formed twisted shackles. Casper frantically struggled in the shackles but was unable to move.

Ye Qingxuan was drenched in cold sweat. He knew this power; he was so familiar with it...

"I said you all have to stay." The youth looked up. There seemed to be melting gold boiling in his eyes. "No one can leave." This feeling was definitely it...

"The dragon breath..." Ye Qingxuan whispered softly.

This was the 'dragon breath' that only phantom beast 'Dragon' could produce. It could interfere with reality at will by attaching the thought to the aether, condensing it into substance, and transforming into an intangible but qualitative force.

That power could turn into a bone-picking knife and completely tear the body into shreds, but it could also attach to the body and strengthen the human flesh to an unimaginable level. It was said that at its extreme, one could turn into the wind, into clouds, into a fire or even thunder and lightning! But in this youth's hands, it was used as skillfully as his arm. Ye Qingxuan had never seen such powerful dragon breath that could suppress Casper's outbreak in an instant.

At the same time, behind them, in the distance of the crushing position, the breath of the abyss pierced into the sky in the distant crushing front. Blood fire burned. In the dismal song, the skeleton brides danced with desperate grooms. They embraced their partners tenderly and immersed themselves in the burning blood river. In the chaos, the frantic musicians were determined to surround him at all costs.

'The Hole of Destruction', 'Catalysis of Beastly Nature', 'Mimicry Illusion', 'The Eyes of the Exterminator'... These strange movements and alchemical equipment emerged endlessly, but no matter what kind of power, they were all jokes to the hooded musician even though he was only at the Resonance level.

Holding the Hole of Destruction from the sky, the figure seemed to suddenly teleport. The figure easily took away that strangely glowing 'eyes' and swallowed them. Then an arm grew out of the shoulder, playing a gentle tempo. However, a Modifications movement cut into the beat, forcibly causing the music theory's backlash. The musician instantly swelled and turned into dust.

He seemed to have anticipated what would happen next.

Using only the Danube River of Blood and countless strange music scores, the hooded musician was able to sweep the stage with his destructive power. He seemed to be toying with the musicians with his skills. Thus, the musicians sank into the blood river one after another and were sealed by the skeletons, waiting to be transformed.

"Is that all you got?" The hooded musician chuckled. "I was expecting all the school's elites to have some new tricks, but you all play the same trick? I saw nothing different from what I learned when I came into your school with a disguise."

"Well, then, try this!" a voice said behind him. It was a dark-skinned youth with a head of braids. His body was painted with all kinds of strange tattoos. Under the tattoos, layers of notes flowed. He was like a phantom treading on the blood river. He crashed through the air and set off a white blast. Then that frantic speed brought by his left foot was thrown into the blood river, setting off frenzied waves.

The power went into his body with this action. It crossed his waist and went along the shoulders. His muscles fluctuated like waves as if they were alive. They grew and expanded three times so that he practically became a giant in that moment.

Then the power that was enough to break a wall gathered into his fist and he punched forward! The fist broke through the air again with a blast. The speed even went beyond the speed of the sound. It penetrated layers of shields before the movement changed, smashing through layers of defense and slashing toward the hooded musician's shoulders.

Boom! The hooded musician's shoulder and even half of his chest was blown up. His body flew out but he recovered in mid-air and landed slowly on the ground. A hint of pleasant surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That attack was a bit like 'nudge inside' of Eastern martial arts, but the speed and strength..." He gazed at the young musician and muttered, "One's body would have vaporized in this speed. Hey, young man, what's your name?"

"Paul Bunyan." The young musician with braids rolled his neck. His joints cracked and popped. His muscles had turned into an abnormal dark color.

"The strengthened Choir?" The hooded musician recognized the power in his body but immediately shook his head. "No, there is also strengthened Modifications. That's it!

"You combined it with the music theory of the school of Choir and transformed your body with the power of Modifications so that your physical fitness could almost be improved endlessly... Was it inspired by the dark musicians?"

He applauded with joy. "New theories and levels produced after just a few decades? Amazing! I am impressed. I never thought that the weak human body could be strengthened to this degree. You are almost like steel—no, you're far beyond steel! If we didn't appear, you would surely be able to shine in this trial! Becoming the elite of this new generation musicians is also possible for you!"

"It is the same even with your appearance!" Paul Bunyan suddenly flashed and his body came like thunder. He seemed to grow three heads and six arms. His fists smashed forward like storms. Every fist would penetrate through the air and bring about an explosion.

There was thunder! The strength and fist were pushed to the limit. He solved all the problems by meeting them head on. No matter if it was a shield, walls, or anything else before him, everything must be mercilessly destroyed! During battle, Paul Bunyan's blood almost boiled. Strands of blood gushed from his pores like burning flames.

In an instant, the hooded musician was beaten into mud but then recover soon as if he had endless vitality. However, he could not fight back against Paul Bunyan. "...My weakness was…found...?"

"Sure enough, you're spent!" Paul Bunyan laughed. "What Colt said was true. You have run out of your strength after fighting with so many musicians! As long as I restrain your change with speed, you have no ability to fight back!"

"Col...t... Well, he must be the elite of the Rock Institute. I did not expect that I'd be revealed..." After the flurry of beatings, the ball of ground flesh and mud could still talk and even laugh tauntingly. "But where is the Colt that you mentioned?"

Paul Bunyan was stunned. He turned back but only found several figures behind him. Colt, who had been conducting them, had disappeared. No, he had escaped!

"Distraction in battle...is very dangerous." At that instant, the hooded musician's voice sounded in his ear. His vision went black as if the back of his head was hit by a siege hammer. His body flew out and smashed against a wall. He quickly climbed up and looked over blankly.

Standing still, the hooded musician had already recovered. The palms under the broken cuffs constantly changed. They were dark as iron and cold as silver. At the end, they seemed to have transformed into dark purple crystal.

"How could..." Paul Bunyan almost suffocated. He had figured out the method used by the hooded musician. It was the core music theory of his school—Immortal Alchemy! The frail body sublimated into a more solid golden iron, and finally, to an immortal state.

"Is it really strange?" The hooded musician laughed. "What's so strange thing? See enough and you'll naturally know."

The next moment, Paul Bunyan's face turned. The enemy was pouncing toward him!

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In the darkness, Colt was running wildly. His footsteps were silent and the figure was misty. In the huge Auschwitz, he was aware of the existence of many dark musicians and demons. He ran at the edge of their range of perceptions and quietly ran through many battles. No one noticed him. Soon he sneaked into the outside of the mine and hid himself in a half-collapsed building. He held his breath warily and gazed at the demons wandering around the mine in the distance.