Under Kieran's gaze, Alisritter's aura grew a little stronger.
It was very weak.
But he was indeed getting stronger!
Kieran squinted his eyes, judging Alisritter.
Kieran wasn't surprised that players could get stronger on their own.
Whether it was the [Dawn Knight Body Tempering Art] or the [Plague Knight Body Tempering Art], as long as they had enough time, they could reach the same level.
However, it was Kieran's first time seeing a player getting stronger through an external method like smithing.
"Some kind of secret technique?"
Kieran wondered in his heart.
However, he quickly kept his probing gaze away.
Everyone had their own secrets.
They had the right to keep their secrets.
Kieran wouldn't mind others being the same.
Therefore, Kieran didn't even spare a glance at Swordsmith Alisritter, he turned around and left.
The scene just now was enough to tell Kieran that Alisritter wasn't the person he was looking for.
That seemingly exquisite smithing technique wasn't suitable to repair Extreme Night.
From a certain aspect, Alisritter wasn't even smithing a sword or a blade, he was smithing himself. Any sword that was smithing by Alisritter would become nutrients for him.
Giving up his biggest reward from the last dungeon just to fulfill a stranger's wish?
Kieran couldn't do it.
"Do I need to search for a suitable blacksmith in the dungeon?"
Kieran thought quietly.
He also tried to recall which other blacksmiths he had encountered in the previous dungeons.
Without a doubt, [The Shaman's Partner] was the most likely.
However, based on the fact that he was able to enter [The Shaman's Partner V], there was still the gap between [The Queen's Shield III] and [Primordial Invasion III]. It wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short either.
Kieran couldn't control what he would go through in [The Queen's Shield III] and [Primordial Invasion III], nor could he control how long it would take.
In simpler words, he couldn't predict what he would run into in the future.
Every dungeon was only the tip of the iceberg in front of every player.
Only by digging deeper could one uncover the truth of the dungeon world.
But what followed was bound to be crisis after crisis.
However, Kieran would not change the way he had decided to proceed with the dungeon just because of a crisis.
It wasn't just because he had experienced the benefits of this method, but also because the opponent he was facing left him with no choice.
The unusually mysterious Broker.
The incomparably mysterious guardian.
No matter which one it was, they had played the game longer than him and had a deeper understanding of the underground game than him.
Against such an opponent, if he still chose to be conservative, it would be no different from courting death.
Kieran, who was deep in thought, was almost completely focused, but he still habitually maintained the necessary vigilance.
Therefore, when the aura behind him changed, Kieran immediately noticed it.
At the same time, he also noticed a faintly discernible malicious gaze.
He wasn't a Swordsmith.
It was someone else.
“2567？”
"Blade of Daybreaker?"
Amid Swordsmith's slightly hoarse voice, a sharp aura appeared around him. It was as if a real sword had been unsheathed, and a cold glare shone in all directions, causing one to shudder.
"Yes."
Kieran didn't turn around, he even continued forward after he stopped.
As for the sharp aura?
Kieran didn't care about it at all.
To Kieran, the sharp aura was like a breeze caressing his face.
He didn't need to care.
It wasn't worth his attention.
What he cared about was where the malicious gaze was.
Swordsmith was very good at hiding.
Even though Kieran could feel the gaze, he couldn't tell where it was.
"Interesting."
Swordsmith's hoarse voice turned clear.
It seemed like after a long silence, Swordsmith's voice was the original one.
Along with this voice, an increasingly sharp aura began to emerge.
If it was an ordinary sword that was unsheathed before, then it would be a sharp sword now. However, such a sharp weapon was quickly 'broken'.
A burning, chaotic aura suddenly appeared on Kieran's body.
When the burning aura rose, the sharp sword melted instantly.
There wasn't a single ripple.
Not even a ripple.
The whole process was silent, as if Kieran had just taken a sip of water.
Kieran still didn't turn around, his footsteps continuing.
"This is interesting."
Alisritter's clear voice had a sense of excitement, but before he could make a move, a clap of thunder sounded in the sky.
No, it was a thunderous roar!
Roar!
The air was filled with a sulfuric smell, the burning heat causing the air to distort and change shape.
A giant magma body was faintly discernible.
The straight horns cut through the air as they looked down.
The blazing eyes were filled with ruthlessness and killer intents.
Fuuu!
The scorching air stream blew at Alisritter's face, hair, and clothes. His hair even started to burn.
However, Swordsmith didn't care.
He stared at the devil's mirage in high spirits, his hand holding the iron hammer unconsciously tightening.
However, Alisritter frowned right away.
He thought of his goal all this while.
A new opponent excited him.
However, he wouldn't forget his old opponent.
He wasn't a person who liked the new and hated the old.
Therefore, Swordsmith held back the urge to fight the worthy opponent before him.
"Can you fight me after I finish a battle?"
His clear voice was filled with anticipation.
"Not interested."
Amidst his cold reply, Kieran raised his left hand. Devil Flame gathered and blasted further away like a comet.
He found the source of the malicious gaze.
Just when Swordsmith wanted to challenge Kieran to a duel, the malicious gaze reached a new height.
Kieran knew what the malicious gaze was thinking.
Unlike Swordsmith, who only wanted to fight, the malicious gaze wanted both of them to suffer heavy injuries before taking advantage of the situation.
What else was there to say to such a person?
Kaboom!
The fiery waves rumbled. The watcher further away didn't even get a chance to grunt before he was burned to ashes.
Swordsmith got even more excited when he saw the rumbling fiery waves.
He strode out and chased after Kieran.
"A Legendary weapon. Fight me after this!"
Swordsmith said.
"Not interested."
Kieran replied again.
At the same time, he hastened his steps.
Not only was he fast, but he also had the [Dark Movement Technique]'s technique. A flash later, Kieran vanished from sight.
Swordsmith was stunned.
Then, he laughed out loud.
"This is great!"
"This is great!"
Another target that I'm looking forward to fighting!
This is the best life! "
Amidst the loud laughter, the voice spread far away and clearly entered Kieran's ears, who was further away.
"Sick in the head."
After giving his most loyal comment, Kieran boarded the train for his return journey.
However, the moment Kieran sat down, he received a message.
J. Pearlman: I heard you are looking for a weaponsmith?
J. Pearlman: If you don't mind, come have a look. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.
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