472: An Analytical Experiment on the Unpredictability of Destiny

Chapter 471: Analysis Experiment on the Undetermined Mandate of Heaven

“I know you, Jack Gan, you're a Swordsman prodigy from the Northern region, just like Dick!”

If Dick is that formidable, then Jack, being from the same hometown, must be the same. I have to go all out!

Seeing this, Jack shook his head. The pride of the Ancient God Mind Flow made him disdain bullying the sick and injured.

It's just that he urgently needed a victory right now, and the passionate soldier in front of him offered himself up. It was hard to refuse such enthusiasm, so at worst, he would go easy later.

“Alright then, let's have a casual spar, stopping before anyone gets seriously hurt…”

Before Jack could finish speaking, Matt unleashed his Gigantification, his body rapidly growing taller, all the bandages on him shattering, a wild grin on his face.

Looking up at the terrifyingly powerful Matt, Jack's eyelids twitched wildly. He felt like he was about to die.

“Never mind, never mind, let's not fight…”

Jack waved his hands repeatedly and kept backing away. He could feel that Matt was much stronger than Xiao Nai!

And the most crucial thing was Matt's incredibly thick killing intent. He wouldn't stop before seriously hurting someone like Xiao Nai would. This guy seemed to… genuinely want to kill him?!

Whoosh—

Matt disappeared instantly, sending gravel flying from the spot. The next moment, a massive fist appeared before Jack.

With such exaggerated speed, Jack didn't even have time to react, let alone dodge. He could only wait for death.

As expected, Matt didn't hold back, completely treating Jack as a powerhouse on par with Dick. At this moment, he was immersed in fighting with all his Matt.

At the brink of death, immense fear erupted in Jack's heart. He knew that in the next moment, he would turn into a puddle of rotten flesh, splattered all over the training ground.

A life review played in Jack's mind. He remembered his master's dying 囑咐, the hardships of these past years, and the enchanting Duke Stu…

It was all over.

Swish!

A cold glint flashed, and Matt's entire right arm was directly severed, grazing Jack's head before crashing heavily behind him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Splurt!

Blood gushed out. Matt quickly covered his wound and cast a hemostatic spell.

He was currently in the recovery period and couldn't regenerate severed limbs like he could at his peak. His aura instantly weakened significantly.

Jack was completely dumbfounded. He subconsciously lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand and murmured, “Am I… this powerful?”

So it turns out, at the moment of life and death, people really can unleash their physical potential and gain a significant boost in strength.

“Dick, what are you doing here? Interfering in a fight between men is very rude!”

Hearing this, Jack immediately looked up and was surprised to see Dick, holding the sheathless sword, floating in the air using Flight Magic.

And beside Dick, there was an unclosed spatial vortex. He had clearly just teleported over.

Just a few minutes ago, Dick received a soul transmission from Alice, saying that Matt had entered the training ground with an excited look on his face and then locked the door.

Dick immediately knew something was wrong, so he directly opened a spatial vortex and teleported from the Suweier Imperial Capital.

In fact, in a sense, a large part of the reason Dick could appear in time was Jack's Heaven-Reaching Great Fortune Body; it was his luck protecting him from death.

“I can't stand by and watch you slaughter my friend.”

“Slaughter? Slaughter?”

Matt blinked and quickly realized. No wonder Jack didn't dodge that punch just now; it turned out his strength was too weak, and he couldn't dodge it at all…

Dick was a bit speechless. This Matt was indeed all brawn and no brains. Did he really think everyone could be like him?

“Dick… I, I'm unworthy of your encouragement…”

Looking at Dick, who had come to save him, and recalling his entire day of failures, Jack felt utterly ashamed.

“My friend, failure isn't scary. What's scary is becoming disheartened because of it. Go find Beyonce. She should be a worthy opponent for you.”

Dick comforted Jack while subtly observing his identity information.

After experiencing so many setbacks, Jack's Hero's luck remained unchanged. Could it be that the direction of his speculation was wrong?

After much thought, Dick still decided to continue the experiment.

The variables brought about by the Undetermined Mandate of Heaven were simply too numerous. Not to mention Witches, just Heroes were blooming everywhere.

Dick believed that he must master the method of controlling a Hero's luck, either by stripping it away or transferring it.

At this stage, he would trouble Jack to continue being his guinea pig. Besides him, Leon was actually also part of the experiment.

As the Elf with the highest Swordsman talent in the entire Northern region, and even the entire Demon Spirit Continent, it was somewhat strange that Leon hadn't awakened a Hero's luck.

Dick had been trying to analyze the Undetermined Mandate of Heaven. If he could grasp and utilize this special rule, many things would become convenient.

“Okay, Dick, you're right. I'll go find Beyonce right away!”

Watching Jack leave, Dick smiled without speaking, because he would face another crushing defeat.

Among the women, Beyonce was indeed the weakest, but even so, she was absolutely not someone Jack could challenge!

Beyonce had also obtained the luck of a Swordsman Hero, and with Dick's various guidance, her strength was far superior to her peers.

Of course, the most important thing was the sword technique Beyonce practiced. That was the SS-rank sword technique ranked eighth in the world, Water God Stream!

In contrast, Jack's Ancient God Mind Flow, although also very powerful, was only an S-rank sword technique ranked nineteenth in the world, far inferior to the Water God Stream.

So, without a doubt, Jack would definitely be crushed by Beyonce, and his Dao heart would be shattered once again.

After Jack left, Matt was still standing there, looking eagerly at Dick, wanting to speak but hesitating.

“When the strength gap is too large, sparring has no meaning and will only increase injuries. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Matt gave a dry laugh, put away his unrealistic thoughts, picked up his severed arm, and scurried out of the training ground.

Looking at Matt's retreating back, Dick shook his head gently. This guy was clearly so miserable last time, yet he was still eager to try just now.

Just thinking about those eyes full of fighting spirit gave Dick a headache. Maybe he should just tell Apricot Lilli to get rid of Matt…

But on second thought, he decided against it. With Apricot Lilli's current strength, assassinating Matt would be extremely difficult.

For a guy whose physical body could withstand magical cannons, whose heart was pierced, and whose spine was broken into seven pieces yet still didn't die, Apricot Lilli truly lacked effective killing methods and could easily be counter-killed instead.

Berserkers could be said to be the profession least afraid of assassination. The only way to kill them was through head-on crushing.

After leaving the training ground, Dick did not return to the Suweier Imperial Capital but came to the military camp's magical potion warehouse.

An Lei was on duty here. With Isurna's help, she had obtained a position as a warehouse administrator, working from nine to five, one day on, one day off.

This was definitely An Lei's dream job, as she could frequently come into contact with military magical potions on weekdays, greatly satisfying her thirst for knowledge.

Let alone fixed working hours, ever since An Lei took office, she would bury herself in studying magical potions whenever she had time, almost eating and sleeping in the warehouse.

It was already night, long past An Lei's off-duty time, but she was still sitting at her station, tinkering with various raw materials.

“Five drops of demon sheep tears, eight pieces of dried rhinoceros hide, and finally, five adult tiger penises… Haha, it took half a day, but I finally succeeded!”

An Lei danced with joy. She never expected that simply following the description in the book, she would succeed on her very first attempt.

Dick quietly came up behind An Lei, watching silently, a satisfied smile on his face.

The magical potion she made was called “Fierce Tiger Out of the Cage,” a low-grade intermediate potion, the most sought-after aphrodisiac for men in the Courtesan House!

Although the difficulty wasn't high, at least a level 30 Magical Potion Master was required to refine it.

However, An Lei was only level 11, yet through self-study, she successfully refined an unfamiliar intermediate magical potion on her first try. This could no longer be explained by high talent alone.

Is this the blessing of a Hero's luck?

Dick keenly noticed an anomaly. For auxiliary professions like Blacksmiths and Magical Potion Masters, the blessing of a Hero's luck seemed to be higher.

If a Mage was only level 11, even with the blessing of a Hero's luck, it would be difficult to cast spells above the intermediate level.

The requirements for combat professions regarding level are very strict. Casting spells beyond one's level is almost impossible.

Dick thought about it and believed this Matt also be a form of balance. After all, auxiliary professions themselves have little combat power and die too easily.