Chapter 149 - Untempered Tempers
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“Do me a favour and stand right there,” I said en route towards him. “I’m gonna unalive you a little bit.”

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In case it wasn’t obvious by now, I made up my mind to use my talents to wreck the metaphorical shit of this giant. The blessings I got from the goddess, were supposed to be used for destroying the faeces of people like these, right?

Boom!

I crashed into the giant with my bronze sabre in hand. The impact knocked the latter back a few meters. His weight alone did most of the work of preventing him from going any further.

Obesity strikes again… ah, who am I kidding? This man’s all muscle.

“Why you—”

The brute raised his giant cleaver overhead after successfully blocking the sabre strike, but before he could bring it down.

“Breaking Mundane Forging Heaven, First Forging, Nine Tempers!”

A cold declaration rang out—it was mine if it wasn’t obvious—followed by a devastating power that filled the sabre in my eleven-year-old hands.

Vrrrm!

Sabre intent flooded the sabre as well, imbuing it with the destructive nature innate to all sabres!

I became aware of one thing. The Breaking Mundane Forging Heaven was a technique that focused mainly on forging.

However, in reference to its offensive aspect, it focused more on breaking its opponent through a destructive forging of them.

It could be thought of as how lightning tribulations could help one to get stronger. However, when the heavens truly wish to kill someone, that boon would swiftly turn to poison instead, turning the former high probability of living through it to near nil.

It was this ‘poison’ of the forging world that I was using against this enemy of mine. In addition, like most forging techniques, it was more apt to be used in conjunction with a hammer rather than a sabre.

As a result, the technique’s power was lessened in my hands as a result. This was why sabre intent was employed with such steadfast resolve. This made it so that the power lost from me not using a hammer wouldn’t be hard felt.

‘One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine Tempers!’

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