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Zheng Xiu froze.
'Why, of all things, did I have to roll [Medical Principles] at this critical moment?'
A challenge was called a challenge for a reason—it was supposed to have some Difficulty.
Not every "massive boost" turned out the way you wanted.
'This is trouble.'
Zheng Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But when the [Surprise Cage] was rolled, Form Three began to manifest.
With a flick of his wrist, a long, bloody bone pierced through Zheng Xiu's palm.
The protruding bone writhed, stretched, and flattened as if it were flesh and blood.
The extending bone formed a long blade, a guard, and a hilt.
From the guard, an inky color seeped toward the blade, dyeing the straight sword a jet-black, gleaming color—the color of an Omen.
The blade was entirely black, exactly twenty-two and a half inches long and one inch wide, resembling a Tang Saber.
