God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 345
Chapter 345: Chapter 345
The four Supremes split instantly—three locking onto Ethan, pne locking onto Latham.
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
Latham frowned.
“Why is Victor Ashenvale suddenly so confident…?” he muttered.
Then he saw it.
Two Inferior Supremes from Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets shot up into the sky behind Victor, joined by two half-step Supremes flanking them.
Latham’s face darkened.
“So it’s Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets that gave you courage.”
He turned his gaze toward the brothers approaching.
“Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets,” Latham said coldly, “do you really want to drag your feet into this muddy pond?”
The elder brother, Reed, crossed his arms with a laugh.
“Talker Latham, what are you saying? Myriad Treasure Pavilion and our Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets make money the same way. The world is filled with hustle and bustle—all for profit. We merely take money to eliminate disasters for others. How is that ‘jumping into muddy water’?”
The younger brother, River grinned beside him. “That’s right. We’re businessmen too.”
Latham exhaled sharply.
“Hah. It truly fits your Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.”
He raised a finger.
“In that case—are you two coming at me one by one? Or together?”
Reed chuckled.
“Talker Latham, we know your strength. But the real question isn’t whether we can last half a stick of incense… it’s whether that kid Ethan can survive half a stick of incense under the assault of three Supremes.”
River added, “He already fought two Supremes alone. He should be exhausted, right?”
Latham’s brows knit tighter.
He couldn’t deny it—Ethan’s condition _should_ have been bad.
The scythe technique earlier consumed a terrifying amount of energy. Combined with the strain of the intent world, even a Supreme would be panting.
Belle Thunderhall, in contrast, was in perfect fighting shape.
If she unleashed her full strength… Even Ethan would find it difficult to withstand.
Latham sent a message.
“Ethan, I’ll hold all six of them. Use that chance to breathe and recover.”
Ethan responded instantly.
“Thank you for your concern, Senior Latham.”
His voice was calm, steady—and frighteningly confident.
“But senior, you don’t need to worry about me. My condition is very good. Dealing with three Supremes won’t be a problem.”
Latham’s eyes widened a little. Then narrowed thoughtfully.
“…Very well. I’ll handle this quickly and support you as soon as possible.”
He stepped forward, hands behind his back, and looked at Reed, River, Peter Deepvale, and the rest.
“All of you come at once,” Latham said lightly.
“I would hate to be accused of bullying the weak.”
The moment his voice fell—
BOOM!!!
A monstrous aura exploded from him.
Far stronger than any of the Supremes on the field. Even stronger than the oppressive force Ethan released earlier.
Ethan’s heart shook.
“That… is an Intermediate Supreme?”
Judging by the intensity, not merely intermediate—Late-stage Intermediate Supreme.
Myriad Treasure Pavilion hid a monster like this in Skyreach Territory?
Then Ethan realized—
If Myriad Treasure Pavilion had Latham… Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets _must_ have someone comparable.
The same was likely true for Blood Tavern as well.
He had heard rumors—of the Guardian.
A Supremely powerful figure. One who rarely appeared.
Someone on Latham’s level.
The peak powers of Skyreach Territory were far deeper than they appeared.
Victor Ashenvale’s voice cut through the tension.
“Ethan! There are three of us. How will you resist?” he roared.
“Surrender now, and I may spare your—”
“Shut up.”
Ethan launched forward like a released cannonball.
Bang! Bang! Bang—!
The valley trembled as he shot toward the three Supremes.
The Moonflood Scythe flashed in his grip.
His intent world burst open.
Scythe intent poured out like a flood, filling the immediate space with a warped, slicing aura.
At the same time, Ethan’s mind sharpened.
A wild idea struck him.
His body trembled— and an equally terrifying sword intent erupted from within him.
“Remnant Dream.”
A blade flew into his left hand, unsheathed by sheer will.
The three Supremes froze, horrified.
“The scythe’s intent world—and the sword’s intent world?!”
Victor’s voice shook.
“How is this brat releasing two intent worlds at once?!”
The air rippled violently.
The two intent worlds clashed, twisted—and then Ethan closed his eyes.
He forced himself into a state of intuition and danger.
He felt the two worlds.
He felt every broken edge.
Every unstable piece.
Every fragment screaming to explode.
Then, in that chaos—
He found the thread.
“Fusion.”
He moved.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A brand-new intent world erupted outward.
Not a scythe intent world.
Not a sword intent world.
A terrifying hybrid of both—twice as oppressive, twice as destructive.
Victor Ashenvale, Galen, and Belle Thunderhall staggered as the intent world swallowed them whole.
Spiritual energy in their bodies faltered instantly.
“What—?!”
“He succeeded?!”
“This is impossible!”
They shouted as their meridians trembled, suppressed by Ethan’s fused world.
“The scythe and sword… fused perfectly?!”
Belle’s pupils shrank violently.
“Is he not afraid of being torn apart by the backlash?! Who fuses two intent worlds in the middle of battle?! This kid… he’s insane!”
She trembled—not from fear, but from sheer disbelief.
Even ancient records never mentioned someone crazy enough to do this.
But Ethan wasn’t done.
Swish—swish—swish—!
Twin radiances—scythes and swords—crossed through the air in silver arcs, shredding the fused world into streams of murderous light.
Ethan’s eyes widened with exhilaration.
“It worked!”
He never expected it to succeed.
Intent worlds normally had cooldowns—but only when you used the same type twice.
Different worlds? As long as the cultivator could manage them…
They could stack.
And Ethan was the only cultivator in existence who possessed many distinct intent worlds.
He realized something then.
“If the scythe and sword worlds can be fused… what about fists? What about spear? What about others?”
His breathing quickened, but not out of exhaustion— out of ambition.
“All of them are intent worlds. Their structure and nature of birth are the same.”
Ethan’s brain raced at terrifying speed.
“The worlds of scythe intent and sword intent have merged. Can other intent worlds be integrated with them as well? Their attributes may differ, but they are all forms of intent. The circumstances and processes that generate this power are the same.”