Chapter 45 - Chapter 45. I shall cut

Dressed in a battle uniform of ashen black with a hint of crimson, Wong tread cautiously through the dense jungle of towering trees. His objective was the willow heart, or rather the millennial willow heart. After a month of rigorous training at the camp, his physical prowess had surged to an impressive 100,000 kg of strength. In the span of a month, he had increased his power by nearly 30,000 kg, averaging a daily enhancement of 1,000 kg, equated to the physique of a budding martial artist. Such a rate of cultivation was nothing short of miraculous. The choice to seek the willow heart stemmed from its distinctive characteristics, making it easily traceable. Furthermore, this particular flora spirit was the sole entity within Mist Island known to provide a direct and harmless enhancement to physical capabilities, provided one understood its application. The ordinary millennial willow heart upon consumption could significantly boost cellular vitality and accelerate bodily recovery manifold. Additionally, 1 s physical attributes would experience a notable leap. Wong recalled the narrative from the original work regarding the millennial willow heart. As for the even more potent millennial willow heart, its effects were undoubtedly more extraordinary and formidable. However, in the original text, the high-ranking wore godclad in the black god ensemble. Liiao had struggled against the millennial Willow Heart, nearly meeting his demise. Wong, he found himself uncertain of his ability to vanquish the Millennial Willow Heart. Having achieved a physical standard befitting a high-ranking war god, coupled with a 21-fold amplification of strength, he now wielded over 600,000 kg of power, his swordsmanship and agility were unparalleled, and he felt confident in facing the Millennial Willow Heart. Moreover, he possessed spiritual telekinesis. Wong, he reassured himself. The true ace up his sleeve was his mental prowess. To the millennial Willow Heart, he presented the dual threat of a powerful high-ranking war god and an almost invincible mental warrior. Of course, lacking the protective black god ensemble. Wongi's defensive capabilities were notably weak. Should he become ins snared, peril would ensue, he desired that grand millennial willow heart and a few millennial willow hearts, leaving behind four millennial willow hearts for luo foam. A twinge of guilt washed over him. He questioned whether his actions might profoundly alter the course of history. The island neither vast nor dimminionive saw Wong equally scour a third of its expanse. Dispatching several flora spirits that dared to attack him along the way. With his current strength, vanquishing these spirits was a mere trifle, yielding several flora spirits of uncertain utility. Naturally, he refrained from consuming them indiscriminately, opting instead to gather them for later examination. Uncertain whether other flora spirits on the island rivaled the strength of the millennial willow heart, he pressed on. After a while, he discovered them. Perched upon a towering tree, Wongi gazed at the nine remarkably conspicuous willows in the distance, the smile gracing his face with a swift leap from the tree. Two battle knives soared from his hands, and he glided effortlessly towards the nine willows. 1 2 3. Indeed, he confirmed. The slenderest among the nine reached heights of 30 to 40 m, while the stoutest boasted a diameter of 3 m and towered nearly 100 meters high. Its myriad branches dancing in the wind. Observing from several hundred meters away, Wong e furrowed his brow. The nine willows were alarmingly close together. Regardless of which he chose to attack, he would inevitably provoke the other eight. Furthermore, the central willow, the largest and tallest, had branches extending hundreds of meters, completely enveloping the growth area of all the willows. To fellow willow, one would first need to endure the onslaught of the millennial willow heart. Crack! Testing the waters, Wangi cautiously approached one of the willows from the periphery. Suddenly, the branches which had been swaying gently in the breeze sprang to life, hurtling towards him with astonishing speed, surpassing the sound barrier. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Even faster than the oncoming branches were the streaks of light emanating from Wong Ei. Six flying daggers spun rapidly, slicing through the encroaching willow branches. In an instant, severed branches rained down chaotically. Wong, you like a flash of lightning, evaded the onslaught with uncanny agility, closing in on the far-left millennial willow heart. The dual blades in his hands transformed into twin blazing streaks of fire, striking the heart of the tree. With his immense power, coupled with a razor-sharp SS greyblades, he could cleave through most king- tier beasts, let alone the mere Millennial Willow Heart before him. The blade sank several centimeters into the bark, oozing a verdant sap. The Millennial willow heart trembled as if struck, its branches thrashing even more violently. Wani unleashed two more swift strikes upon the wound. With a flourish, the branches of the central, most robust willow, shimmering in a faint golden hue, rose ominously, thousands of tendrils surging forth to ins snare Wong, he who was engaged in his assault on the willow. Wongi definitely manipulated his flying daggers, slicing through the golden branches. Now at the pinnacle of a high-ranking war god and a master of mental prowess, even while commanding six daggers simultaneously, each wielded a force exceeding 50,000 kg. Indeed, more formidable than Luo Fo, who had consumed the Millennial Willow Heart and experienced a surge in mental strength. Yet, even with such power, he still found it somewhat taxing to sever the golden branches. A cacophony of shattering air filled the air as all the willow branches converged upon Wong e. The flying daggers whirled and sliced. Yet, a multitude of branches breached his defenses, reaching for him. Wong, he struck out, momentarily, repelling the encroaching branches. Suddenly, a golden branch and snared his left leg, causing him to stumble, his footing faltering. There was simply too many. A flicker of frustration ignited within him, infusing his strength into his blades. He unleashed a ferocious series of strikes, cleaving the golden branches and twain. As he beheld the overwhelming number of branches surrounding him, a sense of dread crept upon him. These willows proved far more tenacious than he had anticipated. Cursing under his breath, Wong Eie commanded his flying daggers to plunge into the earth while he, with the aid of his mental prowess, rapidly burrowed away like an underground machine, making his escape. Truly, it was a relentless ordeal. Not far away, Wong he reemerged, casting a steely gaze upon the now tranquil willows. "I refuse to believe that I cannot contend with you," he declared, inching closer. Suddenly, a barrage of willow branches shot forth like arrows. Wong E, undeterred, gracefully retreated while deafly maneuvering his flying daggers to sever the branches. In an instant, shattered fragments of twigs flew in every direction. Once twice, time passed, and the once lush willow branches dwindled, becoming increasingly sparse. The ancient willow heart, however, remained Wong Yi's primary focus. With patience, he meticulously pruned the branches of these willows. His current prowess surpassed that of the mirageike Katelon and her companions in the original tale. As long as he remained cautious and avoided the encirclement of the nine willows, he had little to fear. Finally, after several hours, a resounding crash echoed as one of the millennial old willow hearts, situated near the edge, succumbed to Wong Yis relentless assault of flying daggers.