Chapter 589: Devilish Disaster

Chapter 589: Devilish Disaster



Formless Flame: [Due to your incessant development in combat and the awakening of Chaos' true form that you have caused, Chaos has synergized with your inborn attribute-Formless

-to create a high battle intelligence and adaptability]

Northern's mouth opened a little bit as he inspected the last ability of Chaos Eyes.

He was impressed, very impressed.

He had always felt like Formless and Nameless were what he truly owned of what he had become; the rest he considered given.

But there was a way Formless and Nameless told the state of his soul before the awakening of the system and its ability to copy Talent.

However, for those two... late bloomers would be an understatement.

But now, Northern was glad to see Formless being mentioned somewhere.

Although he was well aware that this was Chaos just taking something in him and creating the best of it, he was still glad nonetheless.

Importantly, if what he was reading was correct, this meant that his battle intelligence had gotten way better from what it used to be.

And not just that, but he would also be able to easily adapt to other people's combat styles. Northern thought about it for a moment, then the next moment, his mood grew sour.

'If my battle IQ rises, doesn't that mean I will become aware of how to effectively dismiss an opponent without a waste of my time? What I want right now is to enjoy the taste of my own strength and how I step all over my opponents who consider themselves strong...'

He scrunched up his eyes like a discontented child. Then he shifted his mindset with the next breath.

'I guess I just have to find stronger opponents, I guess.'

Ul'Trael was a broad world. He was sure that he'd always find people to satisfy his hunger for battle and growth.

And as for monsters? That was the easiest part.

The Devilish Behemoth was strong; if it hadn't been for the Chaos ability that he used, they might have been caught in a stalemate because his attacks would keep getting absorbed and reflected while the reflected attacks would never reach him.

"I need absolute mastery over every movement, down to my smallest muscle. I need to know what the basics are and root myself in them so that over time, I'll be able to produce a unique style that I better understand myself and also be versatile in its usability and ability to discern and disrupt my opponent's style. For all this to be possible, I need to have not just good but perfect grasp of the basis. Don't I?"

Northern raised his head to meet the Lieutenant's again, that interesting look glowing in his

eyes.

Lieutenant Dante was silent, shocked, his eyes meeting the light in Northern's eyes with a paling realization.

He froze for a moment then his eyes moved; he blinked and sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Northern asked, slightly concerned.

"No. Nothing is wrong. It just strikes me that your mentality is crude. With all you can do, you

are still thinking like that-it's scary, I fear for your future opponents."

Northern raised a brow. 'What is he on about now? Or does he want to back out now?'

He narrowed his eyes.

"So will you teach me? Or are you beginning to change your mind?"

The Lieutenant moved his hand and rested it on the hilt of his sword hung on his waist.

"Why not? I made you an offer, and the value of that offer just increased. As uncomfortable as it is, I will fulfill my quota, even though it is utterly uncomfortable, seeing as I might be helping the hatching of a Devilish Disaster."

'That's quite the description.' Northern frowned a bit but eased his brows immediately.

"Alright then, so let's start!" His voice sounded with so much energy.

"Follow me," the Lieutenant spoke and turned away, walking away from where the group was

gathered.

Northern followed close behind.