Chapter 2142 Ingenious Solution?

Date- 18 April 2321

Time- 22:56

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Celestial Mystic Dimension

"How is he doing it?" Ransom blurted, his voice filled with incredulity as he stared, dumbfounded, at the celestial blood curse domain now engulfed in cursed blood flames. Just moments ago, these flames had been insignificant, easily overpowered by the toxic mist emanating from the two and a half dozen undead. The flames had been relegated to a corner, seemingly on the brink of being snuffed out of existence. Yet, in a dramatic turn of events, the situation had reversed. The flames surged in volume and intensity, pus.h.i.+ng back the once-dominant toxic mist to a corner, where it now struggled to s.h.i.+eld its undead masters from the raging inferno.

Ransom had always suspected that Wyatt had an ace up his sleeve, a hidden trump card that he would reveal at a critical moment. He had eagerly awaited the spectacle of Wyatt deploying his secret weapon. However, the reality of what unfolded before him was far beyond anything he could have imagined. Despite witnessing the transformation with his own eyes, Ransom found it nearly impossible to accept. The feat that Wyatt had pulled off defied all logic and reason. Wyatt had conjured a greater volume of flames than the toxic mist produced by the two and a half dozen undead golems combined. What made this even more astonis.h.i.+ng was the fact that these flames had not only matched but overwhelmed the toxic mist in sheer quant.i.ty. The very flames that had seemed so feeble and doomed were now a dominant force, pus.h.i.+ng the mist back and threatening the undead's existence. Ransom's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of Wyatt's achievement. How had he done it? What kind of power or strategy had he employed to bring about such a miraculous change in the battlefield's dynamics? The questions swirled in Ransom's head, but answers eluded him. All he knew was that Wyatt had accomplished something extraordinary, something that defied the natural order and shattered the expectations of everyone who had witnessed it.

"I have read about cursed blood flames," Henricks spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his extensive knowledge. "These flames use the user's blood as fuel. However, if the user has mastery over blood rules, specifically the blood curse meaning, they can utilize their blood rule power instead of their actual blood to sustain the flames. For Wyatt to produce such an immense quant.i.ty of cursed blood flames, he must have either an inexhaustible supply of blood or an extraordinary amount of blood rule power. Based on my experience, even your mother or other beings among the top ten strongest in the Card World wouldn't be able to generate this much rule power from the spiritual plane. I've met the one they call the 'The Right Eye Of The Card World,' Louis Forger a.k.a the Miracle, and even she can't produce limitless rule power from the spiritual plane. Perhaps a Supreme Being could achieve this, but for a card apprentice, it should be impossible.

This leaves us with only one plausible explanation: the boy has devised some kind of card that enables him to produce sufficient blood within his body to fuel these flames. However, no matter how many flames he conjures, they shouldn't be able to penetrate the toxic mist shroud of the undead golems," Henricks speculated aloud. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, observing the transformation with a mix of fascination and skepticism. He noted that while the power of Wyatt's flames remained the same, their quant.i.ty had increased to an alarming degree. His observation was precise, but his conclusion was far from the actual truth.

Henricks struggled to reconcile what he knew with what he saw. The cursed blood flames, previously feeble and on the verge of extinction, had grown exponentially. They now dominated the battlefield, forcing the toxic mist to retreat and protect the undead golems. The sheer volume of flames suggested that Wyatt had access to a source of power far beyond what Henricks believed possible for a card apprentice.

As the flames raged on, Henricks couldn't come to terms with what he was seeing. Wyatt's abilities defied conventional understanding. The sheer amount of cursed blood flames produced by Wyatt was unprecedented, and Henricks wrecked his brain trying to understand the secret behind Wyatt's extraordinary display. Finally, using all his years of experience and a little imagination Hernicks thought of a possible reason that he could get behind for why Wyatt was able to produce such large amounts of flames that it could overwhelm the combined efforts of two and a half dozen of undead golems. "f.u.c.k! That's just ingenious," Ransom cursed, grasping the implications of Henricks' words. If Henricks' speculation was accurate and Wyatt had indeed created a card to produce an infinite amount of blood in his body to fuel his cursed blood flame, then that would be an incredibly overpowered ability that many would covet. Ransom knew Wyatt was hiding an ace up his sleeves but what he revealed was just too G.o.dly. Ransom found himself leaning towards believing Henricks' theory because the person in question was Wyatt. Wyatt's notable achievements were consistently more shocking than the last. He was the genius who created the VR Universe, discovered the Silver Milk Powder, and developed a card with the soul energy digestion effect. Given his track record, Ransom wouldn't be surprised if Wyatt had indeed created a card that allowed him to produce infinite blood, thereby enabling him to generate an endless supply of cursed blood flames.

This potential revelation was staggering. If true, Wyatt's new card would not only make him a formidable opponent but also an invaluable a.s.set or a dangerous threat, depending on one's perspective. The ability to generate infinite cursed blood flames would change the dynamics of any battle, making Wyatt nearly unstoppable. Ransom knew that such a powerful card would attract immense attention and potentially put Wyatt in great danger, as others would undoubtedly seek to either ally with him or seize the card for themselves. Ransom, himself, wished to have something like that in his a.r.s.enal.