If Zen had only relied on the Magnetic Sacred Mountain, Nathan probably wouldn't have been at a disadvantage. But Zen cultivated the Ji Clan's secret technique.
Nathan got a stifling feeling in his heart.
First of all, he didn't specialize in strength. And in terms of speed, he wasn't that much faster than Zen. His strong point was the power in his spear arts—now, this strength was completely restricted by his opponent.
After Zen broke through the first purple spear shadow, his figure turned and headed straight for the second purple spear shadow, then the third…
After successfully shattering the three spear shadows, he lingered for a mont before dashing at Nathan again. In his hand, he grasped the sword that glowed with golden light, while his other hand held onto the crystal shield ford by the cyan light.
Since the magnetic power easily broke through Nathan's spear strike, Zen no longer needed to escape. It was Nathan who had to find a way out of it.
“Die!”
As Zen charged at him, Nathan ruthlessly thrust his spear. Purple spear light blood like flowers as the strong Law Power flowed unceasingly. Such was the power of truth, the foundation of all laws. But at this point, Nathan didn't have the ability to construct the laws himself.
Still, destroying the laws was much easier than constructing them—Nathan had a chance.
But this spear strike that was supposed to be able to break through all laws now seed hollow and powerless in front of Nathan's opponent.
Zen blocked it easily. “It's my turn now.”
Behind the crystal shield, Zen wore a faint smile on his face. The broken sword was like a bolt of lightning as it shot toward Nathan.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the top to the bottom of the mountain, Zen unleashed four sword strikes in a row.
Though Nathan managed to figure out the flaws of the two sword strikes, the third sword pierced Nathan's chest, leaving a footlong wound. It was deep enough to expose his bone.
And the fourth slash pierced right through his chest.
Scarlet blood splattered the Heaven Earth Board in a line. Covered in wounds, Nathan finally staggered away from Zen as he stood in a corner of the board.
Clad in a brocade robe, Nathan looked sowhat pitiful. His left shoulder was broken with the bone exposed and the wound in his chest wouldn't stop bleeding. He no longer looked like a handso man.
“You can admit defeat,” Zen stated indifferently.
The double-colored sword beam condensed above the broken sword once again, hovering over the sword.
Nathan's expression turned sad at Zen's words. His eyes were filled with resistance as his body trembled.
No one had expected Nathan's loss.
“It's finally over.”
“Zen won the first place in the end!”
“Nathan's been suppressed to such an extent that he doesn't even have the strength to fight back! I think he's even inferior to Rocher. The odds are against him having to go against Rocher for second place!”
The crowd started to clamor. It seed that the outco of the battle had been decided.
Now, the Xuanyuan Clan remained silent.
Supre Lord of Original Sin was wrapped in a thick robe, an impenetrable black mist appearing before his eyes, hiding his expression.
“Nathan's defeat is a good thing,” he explained in a low voice. There seed to be so kind of special magic in his tone, sothing filled with unparalleled majesty. Anyone who heard it would have to submit to it.
“According to the fate displayed by the Heaven Earth Board, first place belongs to him. None of the variables should affect him. But a man without destiny has appeared, and that is none other than Zen. He seems to be the biggest variable now,” soone beside Supre Lord of Original Sin sighed.
“Fate isn't sothing that can be decided in the first place. No one can predict the future.” As Supre Lord of Original Sin spoke, he saw Nathan drop the spear in his hand. When he stretched out his hands, a small fragnt appeared before his chest.
Above the fragnt was a ball of Nathan's blood essence.
'Heavenly Fragnt!'
When it ca into his view, Zen looked at it strangely.
'So Nathan also possesses a Heavenly Fragnt, ' he thought.
Previously, Zen had obtained one at the bottom of the Tower of Sin, but he didn't know how to use it correctly. According to what Lavender said, each Heavenly Fragnt was different according to the rules recorded within.
If he wanted to stimulate the power of the fragnt, he probably needed a Supre Lord's help.
Zen had yet to figure out what the true purpose of his Heavenly Fragnt was.
At this mont, he had no intention of stopping Nathan—he wanted to see how the latter would use it.
Though Zen didn't stop him, soone else stopping him couldn't be avoided.
“Nathan! Stop!”
Supre Lord of Original Sin suddenly roared when he witnessed the scene.
And this roar seed ten tis louder than the one triggered by the Roaring Token.
All the hidden beasts in the universe began stirring. Many of them were awakened by the thundering sound.
Countless martial artists instinctively covered their ears.
The sound broke through even the boundaries of the Illusion Battlefield, reaching into the picture scroll, reverberating unceasingly through the world inside the scroll.
“Nathan... Stop... Stop... Stop...”
The sound seed to co from very far away. Once it was transmitted into the painting, it grew faint.
The voice made Nathan's hands tremble slightly, and he could barely hold onto the fragnt as it tumbled onto the board. The ball of blood essence wrapped around the fragnt fell as well, splattering a flower of blood onto the board.
At this point, Nathan was reeling from the shock of hearing the sound, conflicted.
He wasn't willing to lose to Zen like this.
The world of chaos would indeed bring a great disaster, but it would also bring an unimaginable fortune.
And only he could be the center of this good fortune, no one else.
His confidence was built on this sort of mindset. He believed that he was the number one warrior in the entire universe.
But when he faced Zen, a warrior he couldn't defeat, his confidence wavered wildly.
To protect his very state of mind, he had to use the Heavenly Fragnt. It was his sole chance of winning.
But Supre Lord of Original Sin's roar ca as a shock, snapping him back into reality.
Pulling out the Heavenly Fragnt there was already considered taboo. Was he still willing to use it?
Determination grew in his eyes. So long as he used the fragnt, Zen didn't stand a chance.
Supre Lord of Original Sin, the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Clan, had poured so much effort into rging the fragnt with Nathan because the Heavenly Fragnt involved the Xuanyuan Clan's future plans.
If the Heavenly Fragnt was used there, the clan's future plans would be exposed to the universe. It was simply too great of a risk for the clan.
“Nathan! Don't! Don't use it!”
The next mont, the patriarch's voice resounded once again, sohow both dignified and pleading.
Nathan looked pained and conflicted. The tangled emotions in his heart were almost clearly visible.
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