Chapter 2367 Crafter''s Sense


    Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.


    "Granduncle!" Ds cried out in disbelief as the Elder Chaos Dwarf stepped into the arena, her voice trembling with shock.


    "Well, I guess shame has officially left the building," Biore sneered, folding his arms as he watched his maternal uncle step in to the arena as Bigold''sst champion. His tone wasced with bitterness, the scene before him only adding to his frustration.


    Bigold had already lost two of his corpse puppets, leaving him with just one, while the unknown demon merchant still had all three of his intact. For Bigold to win, his remaining puppet would need to defeat all three of his opponent''s puppets—a scenario that, given the apparent gulf in quality between the two sets of puppets, was nearly impossible.


    The audience murmured among themselves, fully aware of the uphill battle Bigold faced. After all, the crafting duel was governed by strict rules and regtions, which limited the power and strategies of the champions to the capabilities of the corpse puppets they wielded. This meant that regardless of a champion''s personal strengths or realm, their effectiveness was bound by the puppet''s design and the official guidelines of the duel.


    This rule was precisely why neither side had objected to the realm of the champions representing them. A ruler-ss being could still be rendered powerless if their puppet was poorly designed or couldn''t keep up.


    The earlier matches had perfectly illustrated this point. Moon''s previous opponent, the Armixian devil merchant, was undoubtedly skilled in puppetry—his techniques even better than hers. Yet, he lost because his corpse puppet couldn''t sustain the immense spiritual power he poured into it. It literally disintegrated after trying to handle its master''s spiritual power while simultaneously blocking the lightning strikes. Ironically, the puppet might have fared better facing the lightning head-on rather than overloading itself trying to resist it.


    Everyone knew that a corpse puppet''s effectiveness could be negatively impacted if the wielder''s level didn''t align with the puppet''s requirements. This issue had already been demonstrated earlier with Ds. As a demon lord, her spiritual power wasn''t sufficient to fullymand her demon emperor realm corpse puppet, causing dys in ryingmands, with resulted in the corpse puppet''s reaction time being dyed than its actual speed, making it less effective inbat.


    With the Elder Chaos Dwarf stepping in as Bigold''s champion, the tension in the arena shifted palpably. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, their excitement and curiosity mounting.


    Sure, the Elder Chaos Dwarf''s realm was higher than that of the Armixian devil merchant, and also when it came to raw puppetry skills, the Armixian devil merchant still held an overwhelming edge. Yet, the audience couldn''t shake the feeling that Bigold now had a fighting chance. Why? Because the Elder Chaos Dwarf brought something extraordinary to the table: Crafter''s Sense.


    Millenniums of experience had granted the Elder Chaos Dwarf the fabled Crafter''s Sense, a skill so refined that it allowed master crafters to analyze any item, discern its true potential, and even temporarily enhance it beyond its original design. It was a game-changer.


    Unlike raw talent or brute force, Crafter''s Sense was earned through countless years—no, millennia—of crafting. Every crafting attempt, every ingredients fused, every failure, and every masterpiece sharpened this instinct. By the time a Chaos Dwarf ascended to be a Elder Chaos Dwarf, they had devoted their lives to the craft, honing their senses to such an extent that it became second nature. Among their race, one wasn''t truly recognized as an Elder Chaos Dwarf unless they had achieved this legendary insight.


    The implications were enormous. With his Crafter''s Sense, the Elder Chaos Dwarf could potentially draw out the full, untapped power of Bigold''s corpse puppet. Depending on the extent of his skill, he might even enhance the puppet''s abilities severalfold, transforming it from a mediocre fighter corpse puppet into a top notch fighter corspe puppet. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The audience leaned forward in their seats, their eyes flicking between the Elder Chaos Dwarf and the Moon, eager to see how this unexpected twist would y out.


    The judges hovered above the arena, their expressions indifferent as they chose to overlook the fact that the contestants had moved on to the third round without their approval. With a flick of their tail, they cleared the arena, preparing it for the next bout. After formally announcing the unknown demon merchant as the winner of the second round, they signaled the start of the third. "Champions, ready or not, fight!"


    Moon wasted no time. "Spiritual Snow, cier Golem Form!" shemanded, her voice firm and steady. In her mind, she pictured ice gathering around her, forming into a towering cier Golem with herself as its core. Through her connection with the armored corpse puppet, this image was seamlessly shared. The puppet responded instantly, using its cier Silk ability to conjure the golem. As it formed, it didn''t stop at her vision. The armored corpse puppet added its own touch, reshaping the golem to resemble the armor it wore, creating a massive Armored cier Golem. Facing an Elder Chaos Dwarf, Moon wasn''t holding back. Meanwhile, the Elder Chaos Dwarf appeared unbothered. With a calm wave of his hand, he summoned his corpse puppet. Standing slender and unassuming, the puppet didn''t seem like much—until the Elder activated his Crafter''s Sense.


    The moment he did, the corpse puppet''s aura changed dramatically. It radiated an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, a fierce storm swirling around it as its long silver hair floated upward, defying gravity. It was as if the puppet had just been infused with unimaginable power, stabilizing into a deadly, focused force.


    Moon wasn''t about to let the dramatic disy rattle her. With sharp focus, she mentally ordered, ''cier Strike!''


    The enormous cier Golem raised its arm, then brought it down with terrifying force, aiming to crush the smaller Frosling corpse puppet in one decisive blow. The audience collectively held their breath, anticipating the impact.


    But just as the punch was about tond, the slender corpse puppet moved. With almost casual ease, it raised a single hand and caught the punch mid-strike, halting the cier Golem''s attack as though it were nothing. Gasps rippled through the crowd.


    Then, in one swift, brutal motion, the Frosling corpse puppet grabbed the cier Golem''s arm, yanked it clean off at the shoulder, and swung it like a club, smashing it against the golem with cier-crushing force.


    Moon''s jaw tightened, her mind racing to process the shocking turn of events. The sheer strength and precision of the Elder Chaos Dwarf''s puppet hadpletely beyond what the corpse puppet should be capable of. The crowd roared, torn between awe and disbelief. They have all heard about the Crafter''s sense but they did not expect it to be this overpowered turning Bigold''s trash corpse puppet into a mighty fighting machine.