129: The shock of time

The newcomer was like a transparent ghost; no one could perceive him.

It was Old Man Time, who had followed them here.

He had already been here since Locke Galahad and the others arrived.

At first, he had even calmly commented on Locke Galahad's cautious nature.

It wasn't until he perceived the Extraordinary Factor that Locke Galahad had condensed onto his blade that his expression inexplicably turned to shock and surprise, his eyes widening instinctively:

"This... it's only been a few days, how could this kid Locke Galahad train to this level? Could it be that he was intentionally fooling me back then!"

Projecting and condensing the Extraordinary Factor onto a weapon required an extremely high level of control over one's own Extraordinary Factor.

One needed at least 80% control over their own Extraordinary Factor to achieve this.

Old Man Time remembered that when he reached this level, it was only after breaking through to Sequence 7.

He also remembered how surprised the bishop of the Cult of the Goddess of Night had been hundreds of years ago when he heard this news from him:

"Time, you are absolutely the most talented person in our Cult of the Goddess of Night in these past few hundred years."

He had thought so too when he heard it back then, and had continued to think so until today.

However, seeing Locke Galahad's performance, he couldn't help but feel deep self-doubt:

"Haha... if I was considered a genius for achieving this at Sequence 7, then this kid Locke Galahad is able to use the Extraordinary Factor to this extent while only at Sequence 9—what does that make him? A genius among geniuses!"

"Or was my teacher just humoring me back then?"

Locke Galahad did not know that what he had displayed had plunged Old Man Time, who was hiding in the shadows, into deep self-doubt.

The battle between him and William had just entered a white-hot stage.

"This guy's defense is terrifyingly high. Could it be that this is what he traded his intelligence for?"

After clashing swords with William again, Locke Galahad retreated. Looking at the werewolf licking its wounds, he began to ponder:

"Do I really need to fully activate 【Great Muscle Tyrant】 today?"

Locke Galahad pondered. To be honest, he didn't want to do this unless absolutely necessary.

The pros and cons of activating 【Great Muscle Tyrant】 made him hesitate.

The benefit was that he was certain he could finish off William at lightning speed after activation, taking no more than two strikes at most.

The drawback was the inherent negative effects of the 【Great Muscle Tyrant】 skill.

Once fully activated, Locke Galahad was worried that his mental strength might drop back to 5 points, or perhaps even lower.

After all, he hadn't truly unleashed this skill at full power before.

But at the current pace, if he didn't fully activate 【Great Muscle Tyrant】, he would likely have to drag it out for a long Time to take the opponent down.

The main thing was that the sun had already risen, and the buffs from 【Night Enhancement】 had completely disappeared.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Marcus's slightly crazed eyes and moving lips, which instantly made him decide.

"No madness, no success. It seems I have to pay a price today."

However, thinking of the huge reward he would receive after killing these two brothers, he completely hardened his heart and stopped worrying about the immediate trade-offs.

He immediately roared in his heart:

"【Great Muscle Tyrant】 Full Release!"

As the thought arose, a terrifying aura radiated from his entire body.

The surging heat waves stirred up the dust on the ground.

This sudden, massive commotion distracted Marcus, who was chanting a spell, and he turned to look:

"What! He can actually become even stronger? How is this possible? How can a Sequence 9 be this powerful!"

"No, I have to speed up."

This change made him feel a sense of urgency, and he couldn't help but accelerate the speed of his chanting.

While not stopping her attacks, Serena also cast a glance to the side, a smile instinctively appearing on her face.

Her eyes were filled with adoration and indescribable love.

Afu, hiding in mid-air, was incredibly excited:

"My Lord, my Lord is truly too amazing. So this is his true strength; it seems he was just toying with these two idiots earlier."

He almost revealed his figure from the shadows because of his excitement.

The reactions of these three were nothing; the most shocked was undoubtedly Old Man Time, who had walked the furthest on the Extraordinary path.

Feeling the constantly fluctuating aura on Locke Galahad, his previously calm expression instantly crumbled.

His pupils dilated involuntarily, and he stared fixedly at Locke Galahad, his heart filled with immense horror.

"This... this... what kind of path is this guy Locke Galahad cultivating!"

Because he knew this was absolutely not an aura that a Sequence 9 should possess.

"Isn't he only Sequence 9? How can he emit an aura almost comparable to a Sequence 8? How is this done!"

Time simply couldn't understand it. What was appearing on Locke Galahad made even him, someone who had walked quite far on the path of the Extraordinary, marvel.

"This is simply impossible!"

"Could this be the reason the Goddess of the Night took a fancy to him..."

Thinking of this, the astonishment on Time's face slowly turned into glee.

"It's a good thing I designed it so he was recruited into the Cult of the Goddess of Night. It seems that with a casual move, I have recruited a pillar of strength for the cult."

"It seems that compared to this kid Locke Galahad's talent, my eye for talent is still quite sharp."

Everyone who noticed Locke Galahad had different emotional reactions, but without exception, they all turned their attention to him.

In the center of the arena.

After activating 【Great Muscle Tyrant】, Locke Galahad instantly became the focus of the entire scene.

His already substantial muscles expanded even further.

His entire body, originally 1.93 meters tall, instantly transformed into a muscle giant nearly 2.3 meters tall, giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Muscles rippled all over his body, and every muscle was clearly defined, bundled onto his bones like steel bars.

Even just looking at his appearance, the pressure emanating from him was even greater than that of the three-meter-tall werewolf.

Because although he looked a head shorter, the muscles on his body were a size larger than the werewolf's, possessing more impact and wildness.

Serena and the others were a bit further away, so they didn't feel it particularly strongly.

The werewolf William, who was standing opposite him, although lacking reason, instinctively felt a strong threat emanating from Locke Galahad.

This made him subconsciously lower his hands, crouch on the ground, assume a defensive stance, and let out a low "Woo-woo-woo" growl.

Feeling the surging, immense power emerging from his limbs and bones, at this moment, Locke Galahad felt as if he had the confidence to smash everything.