"I’ve conquered the ’Portal Armor’!"
But this victory is likely only temporary, perhaps even a one-ti success.
Even with the most unique defensive tactics, Chen Long is essentially a demon hunter who underwent monstrous transformation surgery to enhance his physical combat skills, so his thods of perception have clearly focused on greatly strengthening his original physical senses. But before he betrayed Luo Mountain, he was an Evil of an achieved level, a veteran of countless battles, and I don’t think his perceptual thods are limited to visual and auditory senses, among others. He must have been using—and probably has already been employing—spells for reconnaissance to compensate for the disadvantages of his physiological senses.
Once he realizes how I’ve conquered his ’Portal Armor,’ he will surely abandon relying on visual ans and switch to using spells for perceiving his environnt, then beco invulnerable once again.
I must kill him before he can regroup.
He’s still writhing in the flas that cling to him, furiously attacking . Logically, my flas should have been enough to kill him seven or eight tis over by now. The reason he hasn’t died is because of the power of restart.
The power of restart reconstitutes what should have been reduced to ash, and this unifying force, when seen from another angle, is also a power that makes matter bizarrely durable. The fallout from my battle with Chen Long should have shattered this secret base more than once by now, yet it still stands unbroken; the sa with Chen Long himself, who should have been blown to smithereens by the flas that burst forth earlier, yet he continues to fight.
While my flas rapidly destroy his flesh and soul, Dr. Silver Mask’s power of restart is just as quickly healing his wounds. But when it cos to efficiency, I still have the upper hand. Chen Long, as if heeding the call of the Grim Reaper, becos increasingly frenzied, enduring the hellish tornt of his body afla, throwing punches at filled with white explosive light without regard for anything.
"I won’t lose... I can’t lose!"
Seemingly delirious from being burned, he still bellows out his oath, intermingled with pain and resolute will: "I... must save!!"
What deep determination!
As he speaks, his whole body bursts out with intense white light, and he lunges at .
Is he planning a self-destruction attack, to perish together with ?
Even though I currently cannot increase the density of my Fire Elent body to the limit and am also hindered in my movent speed by the power of restart, such an obvious mutual destruction tactic should still be unable to hit . But at that mont, the power of restart acting upon suddenly strengthens significantly, delaying my Fla Transmission by half a beat.
I imdiately realize that Dr. Silver Mask, who’s covertly observing our battle, is coordinating with Chen Long’s mutual destruction tactic, focusing the power of restart that affects the entire base solely to suppress . And Chen Long takes the opportunity to firmly grasp in his embrace.
Their actions seem futile because, strictly speaking, I am not the Fire Elental body fighting Chen Long at this mont; the Fire Sea that envelops the entire base is my body. rely destroying this humanoid shell seems pointless.
But it’s not that simple; they have indeed found the correct thod of attack. Perhaps Dr. Silver Mask relies on his outstanding knowledge and perception, while Chen Long depends on his exceptional sixth sense—they are both quite aware that this body is my "Achilles’ heel."
For one thing, this body is the part of the Fire Sea with the highest density; it’s also where most of my soul is concentrated, with even the surrounding Fire Sea existing to support this body. For another, my consciousness does have a focal point—were one to transcribe my ntal activities during this battle, they could see that they’re centered around this body. So this body is not only the strongest part but also the most fatal. Attacking here is most effective.
However, they still harbor misunderstandings.
They probably think I’ve completely invaded this secret base when, in fact, I’ve rely set one foot in here, with the other still firmly in the real world.
In the instant of Chen Long’s explosion, I shift the center of my consciousness to my real world body and further intentionally withdraw most of my attention remaining inside the secret base. An explosion then erupts, the white light and shockwave sweeping and pulverizing the surroundings with more than half of the secret base reduced to nothingness—and that’s with the reinforcent from the power of restart; otherwise, several more bases would have been obliterated.
I don’t know exactly how powerful the blast against the soul is, but whatever soul remains of mine here is torn to shreds, and the state of Spiritual Synchronization with the girl Lu Chan is forcibly severed. Perhaps because my main body remains unhard, even the remnants of my spirit, now like shredded paper, can extend my perceptions, allowing to see clearly what’s happening inside the base.
Among the twisted, scorching hollows of the buildings, as if space itself were distorted, countless bits of flesh coalesce out of thin air, reconstructing Chen Long’s body.
The power of restart resurrects him from his self-destructive death and swiftly repairs everything in the surrounding environnt.
"Did I kill him...?"
He hovers in mid-air, wheezing as he looks around. It is said that monsters can sense a soul’s aura; from his perspective, he must only feel that "Zhuang Cheng’s soul has been scattered." Yet, I am still alive. Chen Long, with his sharp sixth sense, seems to have a sense of it too, his expression filled with intense caution.
Without hesitation, he clenched his right fist. Shadow Power burst forth from between his fingers, rapidly covering his entire body to reconstitute the "Portal Armor." However, there was no way I was going to let him don his armor again. In the instant before the Shadow Power could completely envelop him, I activated Fla Transmission and appeared behind him.
My arm passed through the gap in the Shadow Power, piercing directly through his heart.
"What..." he turned his head in disbelief.
This ti, he was truly going to die.
Since he was so sensitive to life-and-death crises, he must have sensed it by now. The look in his eyes conveyed not only shock but also intense despair.
I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I unleashed my flas without a second’s delay. He didn’t even have ti to scream before his body turned into pitch-black char within the flas, and the Shadow Power enveloping his body instantly evaporated.
It was a point-blank fla burst attack. Although for , with my ability to rge my Spirit with the Fire Sea and the heat of the surroundings, "attack distance" wasn’t objectively significant, I still unconsciously believed that targets closer to my body were easier to destroy. Therefore, the power of this attack was a notch above the previous ones.
The omnipresent power of restart was montarily overwheld by the montum of this attack, unable to co to Chen Long’s aid in ti to resist the damage. I could feel a massive amount of "ash" appearing within my flas. This was Chen Long’s soul, refined by .
Almost simultaneously, the process of the environnt’s rewind repair ca to a sudden halt, and all of the power of restart concentrated upon Chen Long’s charred remains, bringing bones and flesh into being once again. Even the "ash" I had just obtained was beginning to dissolve and vanish, poised to return to Chen Long’s remnants as a healthy soul.
Once more, I forcefully drove my flas to incinerate the charred remains, reducing the newly restored bones, flesh, and soul to char and "ash" again. The tug of war between the power of restart, attempting to resurrect Chen Long, and the Fla Power, intent on killing him, was like an endless battle.
However, this resistance wasn’t beyond my expectations. I was well aware that the power of restart would bring Chen Long back to life. And I also had firmly concluded—he was dood.
While preventing the power of restart from reclaiming the "ash," I activated Fla Transmission once again.
The object of my transmission was not myself, but the massive "ash" corresponding to Chen Long’s soul.
In an instant, the "ash" was sent beyond the realm of the independent reality space. Describing it as transmission might not be quite right because this massive "ash" had never been materialized from the beginning; there was nothing apparent to transmit or not. However, since it was all stored within the flas, the principle was similar to transmitting one’s personal belongings from one place to another.
With that, Chen Long had no more hope of revival.
The dominion of the power of restart was confined to this independent reality space, unable to trace a soul sent to the outside world.
Chen Long, dead.
As if acknowledging its defeat, the power of restart retreated from Chen Long’s charred remains. Perhaps due to the loss of Mana support, the charred remains could only fall to the ground and, no longer able to withstand my flas, vaporized into nothing, leaving behind only a chaotic sar of blackened marks.
Within that sar, there appeared to be a small, gleaming object.
Upon seeing this, I descended to the ground and took a closer look. It seed to be a silver badge. Possibly a small belonging Chen Long carried with him while alive, it had miraculously remained unscathed after being purified by the flas.
What on earth was this thing? Curious, I picked up the badge and observed it closely but couldn’t make out anything special about it. It seed to be just a tal object, engraved with the character "one" in brush script, devoid of any detectable power. How could such a thing withstand my flas?
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind . Soone was slowly walking toward .
Turning around, I saw the girl Lu Chan. It seed she had confird the end of the battle here and had hurried over at the first opportunity.
She stopped a short distance away, gazing at the empty, scorched mark on the ground, then fell silent.
I couldn’t imagine her feelings about Chen Long, the once-close friend who had betrayed her, nor could I fathom her emotional state upon witnessing his death.
Her face did not reflect the emotion of avenged vengeance; instead, it showed a hint of sadness and disinterest.
She didn’t say a word.
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