Chapter 2838 - 1345: Super Spirit Body, Possession and Fusion

The air in the private room froze for about two minutes...

"I say, can’t you wish something good for me?"

Motan eventually broke the silence, forcefully tossing the silver spoon in his hand towards Yi Dong, and said irritably, "It’s not the end of the world yet. Even if my attack fails, it doesn’t mean I’ll be killed right on the spot."

A frosty cold swept past, freezing the aggressively flying silver spoon mid-air, which fell onto the table with a smack.

"I’m just being prepared."

Yi Dong casually put his leg on the adjacent chair, shrugged, and said, "Besides, you were planning to do it yourself at the critical moment, weren’t you? If it doesn’t work out, you still think you can escape from her, right?"

Motan shook his head helplessly and said, "Actually, if I don’t take action myself, it’s fine. After all, Frank Hughes wasn’t really a strong one. There’s nothing you can do even if you see your ’friend’ killed right in front of you, but..."

"But at that point, you won’t be the same, right?"

Yi Dong immediately followed Motan’s thought process and laughed dryly, "For instance, you want more ceremony, so you decided to personally take down your nemesis in the end?"

Motan silently nodded, completely unable to refute his friend’s guesses. Although ’he’ wasn’t that kind of person, ’he’ genuinely was, so there was no way to talk about this sincerely.

"Oh... just look at you, making a mess of things..."

Yi Dong kept lightly bumping his head against the table, speaking half-heartedly, "You’ve landed yourself in a heap of trouble, and I have to worry for you. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

Motan laughed gently and shook his head, "For your words, it won’t."

"Damn it!"

Yi Dong was instantly enraged, angrily shouting, "Who exactly are you! You’re definitely not the Motan I know, the model student! Have you gone mad and still haven’t been kicked offline?!"

Motan just watched Yi Dong go crazy, smiling silently.

To him, Yi Dong as a friend wasn’t in the same category as other friends.

They were true close friends, never mind saying they’d stand by each other through thick and thin, both Yi Dong and Motan... no matter what mental state Motan was in, he’d unhesitatingly die for the other.

So gratitude and conscience, they’re a bit redundant.

...

After a while

Yi Dong frowned and gulped down his cup of coffee, let out a sigh, and said sternly to Motan, "Five-minute Epic."

Motan was slightly taken aback and asked in surprise, "What?"

"Five-minute Epic."

Yi Dong casually pulled out a snow-white piece of jade-like texture from his pocket, gently stroking the two blood-red Chinese words [Rin Winter] on it, smacking his lips, "When calculating my combat strength, just count it like this."

Motan wasn’t shocked by the sudden claim that Yi Dong could exert Epic tier combat strength because he knew very well that in Yi Dong’s ’five-minute epic’, the focus wasn’t the last two words but the first three.

It’s widely known that the gap between Advanced Stage and Epic Tier is a vast chasm, and even though there are many temporary advancement examples in The Realm of Innocence, most are Middle Rank temporarily to Advanced Stage, or High-Order Pinnacle temporarily to Half-step Epic. Some top players even achieved temporary Half-step Legend from Epic Peak, but from Advanced Stage onwards, at best, it’s just a ’half-step’, barely bursting directly across a whole tier is practically unheard of.

"So then..."

After pondering for a long while, Motan frowned and asked, "What is the cost?"

"Cut the level in half, two months minimum weakness state, basically can’t turn human, can’t see light temporarily, and while I can help soothe Ned and their bodies, there won’t be any breakthrough advancements."

Yi Dong leisurely laid out all the foreseeable costs, shrugging, "Most importantly, during these two months, I won’t be able to help you with anything in the game."

Motan smacked his lips, continuing to inquire, "Be specific."

"You should know, my [Spirit Medium] is a special class, somewhat like Double Leaf’s [Magic Controller], not fixed at any particular tier, but gradually rising with the strength of the class owner."

Yi Dong lightly tapped the plaque in his hand twice, deliberatingly said, "And this offers a possibility. That is, in specific circumstances, I indeed might be able to burst out strength exceeding my current realm, but even if you have this in mind, it’s hard to realize it specifically."

Motan nodded slightly: "Hmm, then what?"

"Then, the spirit medium class is different from Necromancer."

Yi Dong scratched his head, explaining his understanding to Motan, "This class, to be honest, is a bit mystical... you know, it’s very intuitive, right?"

Motan unhesitatingly shook his head, confidently replying: "No idea."

"Damn! Just put it this way, most Necromancers in this world, their casting process and spell intensity are as precise as recipes, like XX grams of salt, XX grams of MSG, XX milliliters of soy sauce, very accurate, whether it’s the cost paid or the final result is very exact, predictable."