What is this?!
In Phinks' eyes, this was a blatant provocation from Uvogin!
Phinks clenched his fist tightly: "Don't think that just because you ate our sticky rice cakes... Huh?!"
Suddenly, Phinks' nose twitched, and he was startled.
Why did the faint scent emanating from Uvogin resemble the sticky rice cakes they had snatched from other children before?
That faint, glutinous rice-like aroma left a deep impression on Phinks the first time he smelled it.
It's hard to forget.
That's why he still holds a grudge against Uvogin for snatching the sticky rice cake from them.
And he wasn't the only one who remembered that smell.
"Yes, that's the smell of the sticky rice cakes."
Feitan, on the back of the motorcycle, carrying a baseball bat taller than himself, whispered along.
They'd fought over the sticky rice cakes together, so of course they both remembered the smell!
Feitan's nose twitched, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Uvogin.
A faint bloodlust began to linger within them.
"Sticky rice cakes, that taste truly good..."
Seeing that he had successfully stirred the two men's anger, Uvogin grinned, enjoying the act of infuriating them to death.
This also helped him feel a bit better after his recent setback with Luke.
Sure enough, one of the best ways to feel happy is to transfer your anger and unhappiness onto others.
"I tasted it for you!"
Bang!
With Uvogin's provocative words, Phinks and Feitan's rage exploded. "I'll kill you right here today!"
Phinks roared, his arms swirling and his fists waving as he charged forward.
He didn't care why Uvogin still smelled of sticky rice cake!
He just wanted Uvogin dead!
Feitan followed closely behind, with a baseball bat in hand.
"Come on!"
Uvogin, instead of angered, grew excited and shouted with high spirits: "You think I'm scared of you two?!"
"Perfect, I wasn't done fighting yet, if one comes, I'll smash one; if two come, I'll crush pair!"
After saying that, he charged directly at the two men with unwavering momentum!
The battle was about to begin!
Bang!
Bang!
Crackling!
Snap!
By the time Machi caught up from behind, she saw Uvogin, Phinks, and Feitan already tangled in a brawl.
Machi observed the battle from the sidelines for a moment, then thought for a second before casually pulling out a battered stick from the ground.
From the periphery, she began to occasionally strike Phinks on the head.
Well, she wanted to hit Feitan as well.
But Feitan was too short, and she couldn't track him.
So, as the junk heap of Meteor City dissolved into chaos, inside Luke's empty home, faint ripples of aura spread…
"It's done!"
Inside the room, Luke, sitting on the floor, suddenly opened his eyes.
Over the past period of time, he had finally found a way to reasonably reduce the aura consumption of his invention.
If feasible, he could even reduce this consumption to a minimum, almost down to nothing!
"I guess this is a combination of my time-travel cheat and my Nen ability."
Luke sighed slightly.
The method he had discovered, based on Vows and Limitations, had developed entirely new conditions and effects.
Luke named it "Standing on the shoulders of giants."
By standing on the shoulders of giants, one can see farther, borrowing the wisdom and results of predecessors to aid and surpass oneself.
When receiving a request or commission for an invention, if Luke already has a suitable invention in mind, directly inventing it will significantly reduce aura consumption.
In other words, if someone gives Luke a request or commission, and Luke uses his own understanding and an invention he already conceptualized, then the Nen consumption will be much lower.
Moreover, the closer his envisioned product matches the commission, the less the consumption will be.
Simply put, before this, Luke's inventions relied entirely on his Master Inventor ability to generate an invention according to the request.
But now, by standing on the shoulders of giants, Luke himself could directly call forth the product he had already conceptualized.
No longer depending on the Master Inventor, cutting out the middleman!
For example, when Uvogin commissioned sticky rice cakes, if Luke already had the concept of a Mochi-Maker in mind, he wouldn't need to rely on Master Inventor at all.
If the product matched Uvogin's commission perfectly, then the consumption would be extremely low, almost negligible!
"So in the end, it all depends on me, I can't rely too much on my ability..."
Luke exhaled a long breath: "This is also a test of my own accumulation of inventions!"