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Chapter 57

Augustin's lifeless body collapsed on top of the pile of bones, Negri who was standing behind him was almost completely charred.

"Is he dead?" Jason aimed his bow at the charred body and asked.

"Probably not yet" Chris endured the pain in his heart and answered seriously. From Bukittel's final movements, he could tell that Negri's body was made up of layers and layers. Augustin's Grace of Sacrifice was powerful, but it could only kill Negri once at most.

Cracks started to appear on the charred body as a chunk of black flesh crawled out from the cracks and landed on top of the pile of bones. The chunk of black flesh flew straight towards Augustin's body and drilled into his body through the wound on his chest, replacing the heart that was ripped out.

Black tentacles started to spread from the chunk of flesh into Augustin's body, visible black patterns could be seen under his skin. Augustin struggled to stand up, his originally smooth skin was now covered in black patterns.

"I really can't underestimate you lot" Augustin, or rather, Negri spoke up again, he didn't seem to be angry at the fact that his body was destroyed, instead, he was happy about it.

"Negri, without a body to support you, you are no longer powerful, your defeat has been decided!" Chris took a deep breath and spoke with a serious gaze: "You think too highly of yourself!"

Chris spoke in a sorrowful tone, his body had already charged in front of Negri and aimed a Silent Punch at Negri's chest.

"Chris, you can't win against me, do you really think I didn't do anything after fighting against you for so long?" Negri smiled: "Whether it was Smick or you, I purposely held back against both of you"

"Even if it was Augustin's Grace of Sacrifice, I only half-actively took it head-on" Negri's breathing began to change, his existence began to harmonize with the rhythm around him. A large amount of germs in the air gathered towards Negri and enveloped him.

"For the sake of [Respiratory Art]!" Negri cheerfully smiled: "My control over my germs had already reached its limit a long time ago, something like [Respiratory Art] that harmonizes with my body was the key to my breakthrough"

"It's just that after you learned how to fight, you discovered that you couldn't use your viral bodies. It seems like there's still a secret to this [Respiratory Art] that only humans can use it" More and more germs were gathering around Negary's body, his body was also growing larger: 〖 But that is no longer important. My surroundings are filled with my germs, my breathing is able to harmonize with the rhythm a hundred times that of you humans, I am the true perfect creature!

"This rhythm!" Chris was shocked. Just as Negri had said, there was actually a limit to how much a human could use the [Respiratory Art]. Even a genius could only match so many rhythms. That was the limitation of humans.

Because of this, [Respiratory Art] practitioners placed more emphasis on the use of their own rhythm, and now that Negri had the ability to control germs, coupled with the fact that he was able to combine his body with the germs, the rhythm that he could harmonize with was at least a hundred times that of a normal human.

He could sense even more rhythms around him, and through the [Hundredfold Rhythm], he could also use [Respiratory Art] to its fullest potential.

Negri, who had grown to three meters tall under the influence of his germs, now had several tentacles floating behind him, turning him into a naked monster. He reached his hand out towards Chris: "This technique should be called [Rhythm Absorption], right?"

A powerful suction force appeared out of nowhere, causing Chris's body to become unstable and was involuntarily sucked into Negri's hand.

[Rhythm Absorption] originally allowed a person to attach themselves to other objects, but now that Negri was able to harmonize with the [Hundredfold Rhythm], the suction force was also amplified by more than a hundred times, making it hard for Chris to resist.

"Negri, [Respiratory Art] practitioners have a vow that they must abide by. One rhythm cannot destroy another rhythm, and you're also a practitioner of [Respiratory Art], so you can't violate this vow" Chris slowly said as he was held in Negri's hand.

"Do you really think I would abide by such a ridiculous vow?" Negri sneered.

"Then there's no other way!" Chris spoke in a low voice: "Although I already knew that this day would come, I still can't help but sigh!"

"Then become a part of me, Chris, or should I say, Sakri!" Negri pointed out Chris's secret.

Back when they were escorted to the snowy mountain, the real Chris didn't manage to survive. Even though he had [Respiratory Art], he was still a normal person. On the snowy mountain, the two of them fought against their pursuers. Even though they managed to kill the enemy, Chris was also heavily wounded, unable to receive any medical attention within the snowy mountain, he could only face death in the end.

Sakri still remembered Chris's final moments, when he held his hand and told him his last words.

"This world needs hope, Sakri, I have a favor to ask of you" Chris was extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely bright: "This continent is about to fall into darkness, and in the darkness, everyone needs the flame of hope"

"Sakri, take my place and become a legend. You will become the flame of hope for others, as well as yourself"

After Sakri left the snowy mountain with all the souvenirs of Chris's adventures, he wrote down all the adventures Chris had told him into a novel, then destroyed his own face to take Chris's place.

Year after year, Sakri had completely become Chris. This undefeatable legend had inspired countless people to choose to become adventurers, such as the Crowmen Nozades. He had truly brought hope to many people.

"The name of Chris will become a belief that will be passed down for all eternity, I don't regret it at all!" Chris's scarred face revealed an extremely ugly but beautiful smile as he recalled the technique he had left behind. "The School of Firewood, the final secret technique: Legacy of the Incandescent Flame!"

Chris's rhythm surged, forcefully entering Negri's body and began to change Negri's rhythm. The wills of past practitioners of the [School of Firewood] also began to flow into Negri's body. Aside from [Respiratory Art] techniques, there were also wills of hope and justice, attempting to change Negri's personality.

This was the only Secret Art of the [School of Firewood], its use was to allow the inheritor to quickly learn the various techniques of [Respiratory Art], as well as to instantly raise their rhythm to its peak. Back in the snowy mountain, Sakri was only a wandering bard, it was thanks to this Secret Art that he was able to become Chris so quickly.

"Do you really think I would be changed by these senseless thoughts?" Negri endured the impact of the thoughts and angrily spoke.