Chapter 6, The Confrontation of Destiny
Edward lowered his arms in disappointment, "It's alright, brother, I will be very happy as long as your body can recover." Alphonse raised his head and looked at Edward
All life in this world is composed of countless cells. For instance, in the human body, there are blood cells and white blood cells in the blood, and muscle cells in the muscles. Every part of the body is made up of various combinations of cells. These cells originally began as just one, the combination of a sperm and an egg, forming the most basic life cell. This cell continuously absorbs nutrients from the mother, divides, and undergoes changes. After ten months, it develops into a baby, and thus, we are born.
Damn it! Edward's right hand transformed in an instant, becoming a sword-like fist. Taking advantage of Scar's surprise at seeing Al's empty body, he lunged forward.
A flash of white light from the blade appeared, which was the sword energy extending from the rapidly flowing air blade on the sword's edge. Scar dodged the lethal strike of the Diamond Battle Blade but could not evade the assault of the sword energy, resulting in a cut on his back, with the force injuring his lungs. "Cough." Scar spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Wang Fang had never thought he could harm Scar; his only intention was to force him back, yet he did not expect to achieve such a result. This was indeed a qualitative change brought about by a quantitative accumulation, as his strength had undergone a breakthrough after the last reincarnation.
In the attic of the house, Wang Fang sat cross-legged, with the Diamond Battle Blade hidden just behind him within reach. Opposite him were the short steel alchemist Edward and his brother, the armored Alphonse. At this moment, Nina, who had been fused with a dog, should have been sitting on his head, while Alexander squatted beside him. Lastly, there was Colonel Roy Mustang, who had been dispatched by the President to provide security. The security measures downstairs had also been strengthened; however, due to the presence of several alchemists, the number of soldiers had not increased significantly. Whether it was Mustang or Edward, both were battle-tested combat alchemists, and their presence was more valuable than that of hundreds of soldiers.
Looking at the five people in the room, Scar felt quite surprised. However, a glint of reflection flashed across his dark sunglasses: "The alchemist who has forsaken the path of the divine." Scar's right hand made a cracking sound as he suddenly lunged towards the nearest Mastan, "It should be destroyed!" Before the words had fully left his mouth, his palm was already reaching out. Mastan was well aware of what would happen if he were caught by that hand; the human body would be destroyed upon contact, and life would vanish in an instant. Enough state alchemists had already confirmed the terror of this person.
Due to the complete disappearance of Alphonse's body, and in the absence of any reference, it is impossible to create a replica of the original, therefore...
I have been waiting for you for a long time, and the fear that had been evident on Wang Fang's face vanished in an instant. "This is not good." Noticing Wang Fang's unusual behavior, Scar's beast-like intuition affected his body, causing him to swiftly move to the right, attempting to evade the impending crisis that had yet to materialize
"What?" It actually caught nothing. Although Roy Mustang is not skilled in physical combat, he is nonetheless a battle machine who has experienced the hell of the battlefield, and he is not someone who can be easily manipulated. "Snap!" Mustang snapped his fingers, creating a spark at his fingertips. The transmutation circle on his gloves activated in an instant, and the hydrogen and oxygen in the air gathered under his will, ignited by the spark. The speed of activation was unparalleled among all alchemists, even surpassing those like Edward who have encountered the truth.
This time, Wang Fang decided to satisfy him. Wang Fang looked outside; he did not know when the sky had turned very dark. Raindrops fell from the gloomy sky, pattering against the window. Wang Fang shot a glance at Mastan, his face wearing a rather strange smile. "It doesn't matter, as long as my gloves don't get wet, my combat effectiveness will still be guaranteed." Mastan's imagination was quite rich, and he immediately associated the meaning of Wang Fang's smile with the saying that Colonel Mastan was useless on rainy days, which had long spread throughout the entire army. "It doesn't matter, as long as my gloves don't get wet, my combat effectiveness will still be guaranteed." Mastan's imagination was quite rich, and he immediately associated the meaning of Wang Fang's smile with the saying that Colonel Mastan was useless on rainy days, which had long spread throughout the entire army.
Not bad, but..." Scar easily dodged Edward's punch and sword, grabbing Edward's hand, "Too slow." A red lightning streaked across, and Edward's right sleeve vanished into nothingness; physical damage could not inflict any harm on the mechanical armor. "Drink." Taking advantage of Scar's momentary distraction at the sight of the mechanical armor, Edward kicked upward, aiming directly at Scar's chin, while Mustang's flames arrived just in time.
Wang Fang adjusted his glasses and said, "The recovery of your body is based on two principles: one is genetics, and the other is the fundamental composition of the human body, the theory of cell division." "Cells?" Edward had not heard of this before; as the saying goes, there is a sequence in learning, and each field has its own expertise, which was not his area of specialization.
The familiar sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and Wang Fang reached behind him, tightly gripping the Diamond Battle Blade, and stood up. "It must be Shota Ka!" A voice, extremely cold, belonged to its owner, who was dressed in yellow, wearing sunglasses, with a large scar on his forehead. He was the Avenger targeting the State Alchemist, a monk from the remnants of Ishval, Scar.
The vehicle drove away, and Mastan ran down from the upper floor to answer the phone upstairs. "So impressive." "Dad is so impressive."
Boom! Flames erupted, enveloping Scar completely. "Al, be careful." A flash of red alchemy reflected as Alphonse's half body was disassembled, and unable to maintain his balance, he fell directly to the ground, unable to get back up. "Is it empty inside?" The flames just now seemed to have no effect on him; as he raised his left arm, the Destruction Alchemy was activated, easily extinguishing all the flames. Mustang's fire only slightly obstructed him, instead confusing his line of sight. "Is it empty inside?" The flames just now seemed to have no effect on him; as he raised his left arm, the Destruction Alchemy was activated, easily extinguishing all the flames. Mustang's fire only slightly obstructed him, instead confusing his line of sight.
Indeed, ordinary soldiers are powerless in front of alchemists. Wang Fang glanced at the garden below with his peripheral vision, where a dozen gendarmes lay sprawled on the ground, their rifles still tightly gripped in their hands. The blood, washed away by the rain, had turned the entire courtyard into a sea of red. This person is truly terrifying; with the strength of the group upstairs, they did not even notice the battle occurring below. That battle must have started and ended in an instant, and of course, this is also related to their deep immersion in listening.
In my opinion, we should first extract a cell from your body, then modify the genes of this cell to revert it to its original state, and subsequently culture it. We will use alchemy to accelerate this process, ultimately transforming this cell into another you, Edward Elric. After that, we will remove the right hand and right foot from this replica and transplant them onto your body, thus restoring your hand and foot
Scar fell to the ground, not looking back, and rushed out, unexpectedly getting into the vehicle that Mastan had arrived in, quickly starting it up
"Drink." Wang Fang struck again with his blade, channeling all his mental energy into the formation array on the indestructible blade. The air around the blade flowed rapidly, cutting through the atmosphere. Then, as Wang Fang directed the blade towards Scar, a violent surge erupted, drawing a straight white line in the air. Scar instinctively flipped his body, but with no leverage in the air, he was ultimately grazed by the airflow. The white line turned red, spilling a large expanse of blood that splattered onto the ground of the courtyard, returning to nothingness. A straight white line was drawn in the air, and Scar instinctively flipped his body, but with no leverage in the air, he was ultimately grazed by the airflow. The white line turned red, spilling a large expanse of blood that splattered onto the ground of the courtyard, returning to nothingness.
The right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and the air around the blade began to condense, creating an obstruction to Wang Fang's sword draw, much like the sheath in a sword-drawing technique. In preparation for the strike, the condensed air suddenly flowed at high speed, and that momentary resistance vanished in an instant, producing a faint sound in the air. "Die."
Wang Fang looked at the blood on the ground, the battle knife in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. This cycle had finally been broken, and a new life was about to begin. However, it seemed... Wang Fang suddenly remembered that the Gate of Truth was constantly being destroyed and reborn, which seemed to represent that this world was also in a state of constant destruction and rebirth. What about him, living in this world? ... At this thought, the smile on Wang Fang's face vanished. He had escaped a small cycle, only to enter a larger cycle, equally endless, merely extending the time he could remain in this world a little longer... Wang Fang suddenly recalled that the Gate of Truth was constantly being destroyed and reborn, which seemed to signify that this world was also in a state of constant destruction and rebirth. What about him, living in this world? ... At this thought, the smile on Wang Fang's face vanished. He had escaped a small cycle, only to enter a larger cycle, equally endless, merely extending the time he could remain in this world a little longer...
I see, Mr. Tucker. Although I am not very familiar with your research and do not understand many things, I am truly glad to hear that it is possible to restore the body. What about my brother, Alphonse?
With the sword drawn, he gripped the battle blade tightly with both hands. Once again, he struck with the sword. Possessing alchemy, he gathered the air, using it as both sheath and blade. Each strike was a swift draw of the sword, and at the moment of the strike, the speed of the blade momentarily paused before slicing through the air, creating a flash of light. However, this time, the alert Scar managed to evade even the extending blade aura. Shards of glass flew in all directions as Scar punched through the window and jumped down.
Scar released Edward's iron grip, and the alchemical destruction was set in motion once more, quelling the power of the flames as he charged towards Wang Fang, who stood by the window. "Be careful!" Edward watched in horror as Scar's hands reached for Wang Fang's head. "Dad!"
This strike is indeed the fastest and strongest blow that Wang Fang has ever delivered in his life. The Eagle Eye locks onto Scar's movements, perceiving speed as slowness. The enhanced neural coordinator unleashes the full power of the body, turning the Vajra battle knife in hand into nothingness
"Mr. Taka, could you please tell me the specific method you used to restore my body?" Although we talked for a long time last night, we did not discuss much in this regard, especially since Wang Fang went to bed early to rest his mind, so Edward has been persistently inquiring about this issue that concerns him the most.
Scar! Mastan stood up, staring intently at the infamous scarred man before him. "Everyone be careful, this person is the Ishvalan who has been hunting state alchemists everywhere."