He changed Tiwat

He clasped his hands together, and the hilts of the two longswords mysteriously joined together, forming a spear with blades at both ends.

Turbulent water is not common in his snowy homeland. It is precisely because he understands the preciousness of flowing water that he wants to hold it in his hands.

Water has no fixed shape, and therefore can be ever-changing. This is the principle behind the "Demon King's Armaments," which uses water to construct weapons, and it is also the fundamental principle of martial arts that Tartaglia believes in.

"Extremely Evil Technique - Annihilate All Water Light!"

With a sweeping motion, the spear annihilates all invading enemies. Even if the enemy is an invisible stream of water, this sweep will cut it in two.

This is one of Tartaglia's strongest moves. Not only can he sweep his opponents with a spear made of water, but the energy he generates can also spread over a wide area, creating a terrifying shockwave.

The mist that permeated the area was completely dispelled by his move, and even Yelan, who was in stealth, had to take the hit head-on. Although Yelan used the Ruoshui Bow in combination with the "Yingluo Zongming Rope" to defend herself, the impact of Dadalia's move still caused her serious internal injuries, forcing her to reveal herself again.

“You know what? I’ve used this move to kill many monsters in the abyss,” Tartaglia said.

He wasn't showing off; he was stating a fact.

"...Heh, are you trying to say something like, 'There aren't many people who can make me use this move, I'm already fired up!'?" Ye Lan said sarcastically.

"No, in the heat of battle, you must never use foolish phrases like 'It's burning' to motivate yourself. After all, once it's burned out, nothing will be left but ashes," D'Artagnan replied earnestly. "You must survive no matter what—that's the lesson I learned in the abyss. I didn't come here to kill you, so you still have a chance to give up, don't you think?"

Few people know what happened when D'Artagnan was fourteen.

In many legends of the Winterlands, Tartaglia is depicted as a natural-born warrior.

D'Artagnan's legend begins when he was fourteen and his father sent him to the Fools' conscription corps. His father hoped that the Fools' strict discipline would correct the unruly boy's character—but the boy single-handedly routed the fully armed Fools' conscription corps.

Shocked by the fighting prowess of this young man from Seadust Town, the fifth Executor of the Fools, "Rooster" Puccinira, came to investigate and recruited Tadalia into his ranks. This marked the beginning of the legendary story of the "youngest Executor" known among the Fools.

To the soldiers who joined D'Artagnan's ranks out of admiration for his strength, D'Artagnan was a chosen one of the gods, a martial arts genius born with innate knowledge.

But who in this world is born with knowledge? Even the gods who rule the seven realms of the mortal world go through a process of growth and learning.

For D'Artagnan, no, for Ajax, his story began with a misstep.

At the age of fourteen, in order to escape his unchanging family, the boy ran away with a small dagger and a small bag of bread.

The impetuous youth got lost in the snowy forest.

Chased by a giant bear and a pack of wolves, he lost his footing and fell into a bottomless black chasm.

There, he witnessed the infinite possibilities of another ancient world; there, he encountered a mysterious swordsman named Skork.

The dark realm took notice of the ambitious young man... Over three months, Skykirk taught him his secret techniques for traversing the abyss.

More importantly, during these three months, his inherent love of turmoil gave rise to the ability to instigate endless struggles.

No one knows what happened during those three dark months, and Ajax has remained silent about the experience ever since.

But when his anxious mother and sisters finally found him in the woods, only three days had passed in the "world".

Holding the rusty short sword, the boy completed his first adventure. This marked the end of his childhood and the beginning of his path as a martial artist.

In just three days, the naive boy from Seadust Town was completely transformed and became a legend in Winterfall Kingdom.

Nightlan responded to D'Artagnan's warning with a smile.

“I’ve seen you use this move before,” she said.

“Impossible,” D'Artagnan replied firmly.

Because everyone who has seen this move, except for his master Skykirk, is already dead.

“It’s not hearsay, nor is it intelligence,” Ye Lan said with a smile. “It’s a scar.”

“Scars…?” D'Artagnan was suddenly taken aback.

He thought of something.

"Hmm, you don't think you're the only one who can enter the abyss and come out unscathed, do you?" Ye Lan's smile grew even brighter. "Coincidentally, I've been there too. There, I saw a gigantic magical beast."

Young Ajax also encountered setbacks during his journey through the abyss. In the rift of that world, the boy stared into the eyes of a nameless, colossal monster, a gaze powerful enough to freeze one's bones. At that time, the boy exerted all his strength, but only managed to leave a single scar on the monster—a scar caused by the extremely evil technique, Annihilation Water Light.

Yelan gently flicked her finger, and a circle of blue threads suddenly appeared on the ground, trapping D'Artagnan in the center.

Ye Lan's attack was just a feint; what she was determined to do, even at the risk of injury, was to "set up an array." And now, the "Entwining Life-Binding Rope" has woven intricate runes on the ground.

"Guess who killed the giant beast you failed to slay? If you guess right... there's a reward from big sister!"

Chapter 270 Strategic Planning and Masterful Tactics [4k]

On the "arena" marked by the guards of the "Abyss Order," two identical Thousand Rock Ancient Swords clashed once again.

The same moves, the same movements, the same sword energy, like a reflection in a mirror.

Ye Mingxiang couldn't help but recall the battle she had with her junior brother five years ago.

If there's any difference between today and five years ago—it's probably the other way around.

Five years ago, Jiang Xue came to find him dressed in military uniform; five years later, he came to find Jiang Xue dressed in military uniform.

Perhaps, as that self-proclaimed "Apostle of Fate" said, all fates in this world are cyclical.

However... Ye Mingxiang doesn't believe in fate.

The two greatswords clashed again, creating a deafening roar. Dust billowed around their feet, and the surging energy slashed their faces like knives.

"You... have become stronger," Ye Mingxiang whispered.

For a martial artist of his caliber, sometimes weapons are a better means of communication than words—a sword does not lie.

The type of person you are determines the type of sword you wield.

If his encounter a few days ago left him with a sense of hesitation and confusion in Jiang Xue's sword, this time, Jiang Xue's sword exuded determination and freedom. In just a few short days, Jiang Xue's sword seemed to have undergone a dramatic transformation.

Now, every time Ye Mingxiang and Jiang Xue clashed weapons, she could feel the vibrations coming from their wrists. This meant that Jiang Xue was not defending or stalling... he was truly attacking with all his might, and truly wanted to settle things with her.

From the perspective of a senior brother who is teaching on behalf of his master, Ye Mingxiang is gratified by Jiang Xue's growth, but... he can no longer simply be Jiang Xue's senior brother, and Jiang Xue can no longer simply treat him as her senior brother.

In the past, Ye Mingxiang's few words would have been enough to make Jiang Xue overjoyed—this was the first time in five years that his senior brother had acknowledged and praised him. But now, none of that mattered.

Moreover... Jiang Xue has not yet reached her limit.

“In the past five years, I have let go of many things... but the sword is the only thing I have never been able to let go of.”

The golden sword light on Jiang Xue's sword suddenly changed, and a blue flame ignited.

His foot stomped heavily.

"Step-Slaying Kill - Shattered Dream!"

The ultimate move of the "Wind-Slaying Sword" is a step that shifts from light to heavy—and Jiang Xue has finally taken that step.

Light or heavy, it's up to you.

Just as Ye Mingxiang said when she taught him the "Art of Truth," it is not only a sword fighting technique, but also a power that can help him touch the truth as a human being.

The heavens move in a constant way, and all things follow reason. When you touch the "reason," you touch the "truth."

The art of martial arts is ever-changing, but the key to its application lies in one's own mind.

When the mind is open, all methods are accessible.

Ye Mingxiang's longsword bounced off, and she took several steps back.

This is only the second time he has been forced to retreat since he mastered his art.

The last time was four hundred years ago. The person he faced then was named Zhongli.

Does this woman truly possess the power to kill that colossal beast in the abyss?

D'Artagnan shook his head.

“I don’t know where you got my information from, but bluffing won’t work on me.”

Before he could finish speaking, a blue light shot towards Yelan—Dattalia threw the spear in his hand, "Demon King's Armament: Wave Suppressor."

Ordinary martial artists would never let their weapons go, for if they missed a strike, losing their weapons would leave them vulnerable to slaughter. But D'Artagnan had no such worries; his "Demon King Armament" was made of water, and as water, it could naturally regenerate.

Moreover, the battle-hardened Tartaglia knew very well that warlocks were often unable to move when casting spells, and Yelan was now nothing more than a sitting duck for him.

The gunshot flashed like lightning, piercing Ye Lan's heart.

However, Ye Lan remained completely unmoved.

On her smooth, snow-white breasts, only a small black mole could be seen; there was no bleeding or wound.

"Too bad, you answered incorrectly. So you'll have to accept the punishment, okay?"

Ye Lan spoke again, her voice seemingly coming from all directions.

It seems that this magic array also has the effect of confusing the senses of enemies within it.

D'Artagnan ignored Nightlan's provocation, or rather, he was too preoccupied to care.

A blue silk thread was tied to the hand holding the bow, while in her other free hand, a blue die that Dattaria was very familiar with was suspended.

He saw the "Yuan Tu Ling Long Dice" again, but this time he was facing not one, but a full seven "Yuan Tu Ling Long Dice"!

Even the conversation with Datalia just now was merely a tactic by Yelan to distract him, making him mistakenly believe that the person speaking to him was Yelan's physical form. In reality, Yelan had already activated "Hidden Form" once again to relocate, leaving behind only a phantom to deceive the enemy.

The seven Night Orchids surrounded D'Artagnan.

"Hmph, a mere trifle."

Tartaglia spun his spear rapidly, about to unleash another devastating attack: Annihilation of Water.

But how could Ye Lan give him that chance?

"As the big dealer, let me use a comparison like 'high or low.' How can you possibly beat me with seven dice using only one?"

As Ye Lan laughed, the seven tumbling "Yuan Tu Ling Long Dice" stopped in mid-air, each showing a "six".

The "Entwining Life-Sustaining Rope" rose from the magic array, forming a vast net that covered the heavens and the earth. Dozens of water arrows pierced through the air—and the seven dice were all solid objects.

This is the inescapable trap laid by Ye Lan, which she calls "strategic planning and exquisite execution"!

Only when she hooks her finger and pulls the string will the villains and scheming villains realize that they are doomed.

Which side should he help? Jiang Xue or Ye Lan? Han Fulai faced a choice.

After observing the battle from a distance, Han Fulai made a decision—he ran towards Yelan.

Although Ye Lan only had one opponent, while Jiang Xue was facing an attack from a group of enemies, Han Fulai still chose Ye Lan.

He swears to God that he made this choice not because he valued women over friends!

Of course, Jiang Xue wouldn't blame him. If the situation were reversed, with Han Fulai being besieged, Jiang Xue would also choose to help Ye Lan. This has nothing to do with personal likes or dislikes; it's purely a matter of strategy.

From a tactical perspective, even if Han Fulai were to help Jiang Xue now, it would simply mean both of them would be surrounded and attacked. But helping Ye Lan would instantly create a two-on-one advantage. If he's quick enough, after helping Ye Lan eliminate the enemy, Han Fulai can turn around and help Jiang Xue.

In addition, the archer Yelan is the key to the whole plan. To hit the "Layer Rock Nails" from a distance, we must rely on Yelan. In terms of priority, Yelan is of course a higher priority.

So now he can only make Jiang Xue suffer a little. As long as Ye Lan shoots that arrow, the encirclement on Jiang Xue's side will also be lifted.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Dadalia had no choice but to defend with all her might.

However, human strength has its limits, and even with D'Artagnan's superb martial arts skills, he could not completely block this inescapable net.

After a round of attacks, Tartaglia's helmet was shot off by water arrows, revealing a head of messy orange hair.

Two bloody marks had appeared on his face.

The armor, which belonged to the "dark shell" category, also had several more tears.

But Ye Lan wasn't going to give him a chance to catch his breath; her "Mysterious Throwing Array" could last for a long time.

Caught in Yelan's inescapable net, all the villains, bandits, and scheming villains will be brought to justice.

But D'Artagnan was neither an ordinary villain nor a villain, and he hated intrigue and scheming. At the same time, his desire to live was stronger than anyone else's.

Only by living can we continue to grow stronger and reach the top of the world!

This intense desire granted him the Eye of God.

Beneath the jet-black armor, the blue Eye of God at D'Artagnan's waist shone so brightly that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"The Calamity of the Abyss: Water Flourishes!"

The "Demon King Armor" in Tartaglia's hand transformed into a waterfall-like flow of water, forming a thick water curtain around him.

He unleashed all the water elemental power in his body at once, creating a water shield that had no blind spots.

This was a skill that D'Artagnan learned during his journey to the Abyss. When it comes to experience being besieged, D'Artagnan is perhaps more experienced than anyone else.

He always fights one-on-one—he takes on a whole group of enemies by himself.

The water curtain couldn't last, but D'Artagnan had gained a chance to catch his breath and adjust his weapon—he now held the "Winter Star" again.