Chapter 184: Not Recognizing the Gap in Strength
Chapter 185: Not Recognizing the Gap in Strength
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Ever since he first tried the Path of Ultimate Art, Yonglan had been addicted to its omnipotent power. He would occasionally use it while clearing weeds, feeling it was worth it even if he collapsed the next second.
While Authorities and Talents from Sams could be replicated in reality, their effects were significantly diminished. After all, the Spirit Matter environment in reality was nothing compared to the chaotic and violent ancient times.
However, the side effects of the Path of Ultimate Art did not diminish. If the Path of Ultimate Art failed to yield the expected results, Yonglan would face a humiliating defeat.
It was different from playing a game; losing in Sams was inconsequential, as one would respawn upon death.
But to lose now would be to shoulder a shame that would be difficult to wash away for a lifetime. It was hard to imagine how Jiali and the others would mock him!
“Are you spacing out?!”
As Yonglan hesitated, the fierce assault from the Lord of the Golden Branch interrupted him.
The lethal and swift silhouette darted towards Yonglan, followed by a dazzling barrage of spear techniques.
Thrust, sweep, flip, and downward slash, parry and strike… countless fluid movements were completed in an infinitesimally short period, imperceptible to the naked eye. Golden-red illusory afterimages, entwined with storms, were seared onto the retinas of observers.
No, these weren’t just afterimages! They could actually move, delivering less potent slashes.
Countless solidified wind blades scraped against Yonglan’s body, unavoidable. He could only endure them head-on.
While struggling to maintain his defense under the torrential assault, Yonglan became infuriated and finally made up his mind.
Melochi was currently relying on her Tier advantage to secure a superior position in Stats. He would show her what true Stat crushing was!
“Now—”
Having decided to overwhelm her with sheer power, Yonglan threw away his soul-forged blade and charged forward with bare hands.
Melochi raised an eyebrow and said, “Hmm? What are you doing? Discarding your weapon to engage me in primal combat?”
A straight punch was his response: “Exactly so!”
The dark-golden-haired older sister took the punch squarely on her face, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She then excitedly swung her right fist, returning Yonglan’s attack: “Hahahaha… you’re just like a beast! Utterly lacking in elegance!”
“That’s fine too, that’s fine too… You enjoy pure, instinctual combat? Such a terrible preference doesn’t suit the companion of the Scarlet King. Let me correct you properly.”
Melochi readily engaged in close-quarters combat. She seemed to be enveloped in a scarlet aura, all the amplification buffs from her “Blood Artifice” activated. It appeared she intended to go all out to end this duel.
Yonglan was no different. Recalling his instincts from that time, he entered the Path of Ultimate Art. As his Stamina and Spirit Matter rapidly depleted, scarlet cracks spread and burned across his skin, and Yonglan’s strength surged! Surged! Surged explosively!
The tide of battle had turned!
For a moment, that profoundly mysterious state of ascension reappeared. His condition in reality was similar to that in Sams. His anger and anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of effortless transcendence.
Of course, it was only the state of mind; the actual effects weren’t that exaggerated.
He had regained a bit of divine power, not much, but enough.
Then, a breathtakingly high-intensity battle commenced. Every clash between the two sent shockwaves that astonished the spectators. Gales swept through the sea of flowers, creating a magnificent and dreamlike floral ocean.
Whether their bones were smashed, joints shattered, or internal organs ruptured… even when critically wounded and bathed in blood, it meant nothing to either of them.
Their battle was imbued with an extreme, violent beauty, showcasing the fundamental power of life.
Each of their punches and kicks could conjure a terrifying storm, with residual energy surging and shockwaves rolling.
Both the Qianhong Family and the Golden Branch Family held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene.
Everyone waited silently for the outcome of this wager, which could very well determine who would ascend to the Throne.
The only exception was Yonglan’s companions, who understood him.
“He’s used that power. It seems there’s no more suspense. I’m going to study my opponent. I estimate I can fight again this afternoon,” Jiali commented with a shake of her head.
“There was never any suspense, don’t you believe in Yonglan?” Enesyin said without hesitation.
As if to fulfill her expectation, when the Lord of the Golden Branch attempted to suppress Yonglan again, her hands were firmly grasped by him. Yonglan slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement: “You… your movements are too slow. Now, it’s my turn!”
Yonglan’s iron grip seized Melochi’s throat. He slightly lowered his knees, and then—
*Boom—*
Yonglan soared, dragging the Scarlet descendant along, like a plowshare breaking new ground.
*Boom—*
He then landed directly in the center of a rose garden.
He slammed Melochi into the garden and began a one-sided beating, relentlessly targeting the Golden Branch Lord’s vital points and cheeks.
He delivered heavy blows, punch after punch, repeated over and over.
*Thud—*
*Thud—*
*Thud—*
Each punch sent out tangible ripples, transmitting terrifying vibrations through the air.
Yonglan showed no mercy. Even though his fingertips were scraped bloody by the wind blades, revealing the white bone beneath, his assault did not cease for a moment.
Melochi was subjected to hundreds of punches, enduring them by using her Blood Artifice to heal and defend. When Yonglan paused, she suddenly burst forth, restraining his wrists and swiftly raising her knee.
*Boom—*
The dark-golden-haired older sister’s knee strike was unleashed without reservation. A pillar of condensed storm formed behind Yonglan, shooting straight into the sky.
But it was useless.
Yonglan roared and charged forward, delivering a devastating blow to Melochi’s abdomen.
There was no technique, no evasion, only a pure clash of strength and will.
Whoever held out longer would win; it was that simple.
Finally, as Yonglan pinned Melochi down and hammered her until her vision went black, and the state of the Path of Ultimate Art was about to fade.
“Hoo… hoo, haha…”
The dark-golden-haired older sister stood up, panting continuously. Just as Yonglan braced himself for a furious counterattack, he did not receive the expected strike. Instead, Melochi knelt on one knee and took Yonglan’s hand.
The dark-golden-haired older sister’s scarlet eyes, however, shone with adoration and joy. She exclaimed excitedly, “Ah… Lord Yonglan, you are truly… immensely powerful!”
“This duel, you have won.”
With that, the Lord of the Golden Branch closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground with a thud. The last trace of scarlet swirling around her dissipated.
Glancing at Melochi, who had collapsed from exhaustion, Yonglan’s gaze flickered for a moment before he realized his victory.
A slight smile appeared on his face. He looked down at the fallen dark-golden-haired older sister and said, “That was a truly exhilarating battle. You fought well too. Your only mistake was not recognizing the gap in strength.”
