Golden energy condensed madly around Ethan’s fists, and the Profound Purifying Fla surged with it, wrapping his knuckles in a terrifying radiance.
At this mont, the Abyssal Sixteen Arts had reached its fifteenth form—a level that even an Inferior Supre would find difficult to withstand head-on.
Huh—!
Victor Ashenvale vanished in a flash, reappearing high above Ethan.
The flaming sword in his hand burned like a miniature sun as it ca slashing down.
"Sword Intent World—open!"
His voice resonated with sheer killing intent.
The sword intent world unfolded—sharp, deadly, saturated with fla.
It was clearly more complete, more refined, and more oppressive than Galen’s spear world. Within Ethan’s Fist Intent World, it barely stood its ground, but its expansion was painfully slow—still insufficient to break free.
Hush—!
Victor’s sword cleaved downward, its light blossoming like a blood-red moon in front of Ethan’s eyes.
In response, Ethan crossed his arms.
His Original Power surged, flas twisted around his forearms, and with the reinforcent of his Fist Intent World, a thick, golden shield ford instantly.
BANG—!!!
A shrill screech of tal against tal tore through the air.
Ethan blocked Victor’s full-powered flaming sword with only his arms.
Victor’s expression twisted in disbelief.
"Impossible!"
He shook violently, fury rushing into his throat.
"Break for !!!"
The Sword World expanded fiercely as he pushed blood essence onto the blade. The power flooding through the long sword spiked sharply.
An overwhelming force crashed against Ethan, driving him backward across the cracked magma terrain of his own world.
Ethan let out a roar.
Golden energy burst from his body like a wave. He spread his arms apart with explosive force—
BOOOOM—!
Victor was forced back tens of ters, his sword vibrating in his hand.
"Galen! Stop hiding! Unleash your full strength and break this damn intent world!" Victor roared.
"Hmph! As if you need to tell !"
Galen had already prepared.
He thrust his palm upward, and a ball of lightning materialized—violent, unstable, radiating annihilating force.
The mont Ethan sensed it, his expression darkened.
"What terrifying lightning power... Is that... Holy-grade?"
Galen grinned savagely.
"Holy-grade spiritual thod—Holy Annihilation Thunderstorm!!"
He hurled the thunderball.
The bolt streaked through the magma world like a heavenly judgnt.
Indeed—this was a holy grade technique.
Sothing only a Supre Realm powerhouse could unleash.
Ethan’s heartbeat exploded in his ears. But instead of retreating—
His blood boiled. His fighting spirit surged.
"Abyssal Sixteen Arts—sixteenth form!"
He rushed straight toward the incoming holy thunder.
The spectators outside gasped.
BOOOOM—!!!
A muffled thunderclap cracked the world.
Golden fist energy erupted, shaping itself into a colossal tiger phantom around Ethan’s arm. Flas and lightning collided like two stars crashing together.
It wasn’t a deafening explosion. It wasn’t a mountain-shattering blast.
It was...
Silent mutual destruction.
Flas devoured lightning. Lightning consud flas. The space between Ethan’s knuckles and the holy thunderball collapsed inward.
Galen froze.
"You used your fists... to block my holy spiritual technique?!"
Ethan didn’t answer.
He simply took another step forward, golden steam rising from his skin.
Galen burst into cold laughter.
"Fine. If you want to die so badly, then I’ll gladly help you!"
His eyes shone with cruelty.
A physical cultivator? A Nirvana brat?
Could his body really withstand the full force of a holy technique?
Galen didn’t believe it.
He refused to believe it.
Even Victor—mid-stage Inferior Supre—wouldn’t take that move head-on.
If Ethan survived, then the world itself must be insane.
Victor, anwhile, was not idle.
He ran a finger along the flaming sword again.
Blood essence spilled from his fingertips, rging with the flas.
WHOOSH—!!
The sword’s aura changed again, turning from crimson to a deeper, darker shade—almost pink, tinged with a deadly, life-burning glow.
Burning blood essence.
Victor’s entire weapon transford into a lethal instrunt ant for one purpose:
Killing Ethan.
He stared at Ethan with a hatred so deep it almost warped the air around him.
"Ethan..."
He inhaled slowly, killing intent overwhelming all reason.
This young man... This monster...
No matter how Victor looked at him, he could no longer deny it.
Ethan was a once-in-ten-thousand-lifetis genius.
A genius beyond comprehension.
A Nirvana cultivator capable of fighting two Supres head-on.
A talent so monstrous it reshaped the limits of cultivation.
If Victor had not fought him personally, he would never have believed such a person existed.
And now—
He saw Ethan’s true realm clearly.
Seventh-turn Nirvana.
Not newly advanced as the rumors claid.
But the seventh turn.
Even so... That speed was unreal.
A few months to reach the seventh-turn? Even with Nirvana Pills, even with monstrous talent, even with holy techniques—
It defied logic.
It defied cultivation.
It defied reality.
Victor’s jaw clenched. His killing intent surged to the point of madness.
This boy must die here.
Right here.
Today.
"Ethan! With Galen restraining you, how can you possibly block my sword?!"
He sneered viciously.
The next instant—
He vanished.
Bearing the full pressure of the Fist Intent World, he slashed twice at the surrounding boundary.
The world trembled violently.
Magma roared, forming wave after wave of flaming beasts to counter him.
But these attacks barely scratched his spiritual barrier.
"You want to break my Fist Intent World..."
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
But Galen had no intention of giving him ti.
"Ethan, fight while distracted? You’re courting death!"
"EXPLODE!" Galen bellowed.
He clenched his fist—
KA-BOOOOM—!!!
The holy thunderball detonated.
Blinding lightning engulfed Ethan’s body.
And in that instant—
Ethan made a crucial choice.
"Fist Intent World—scatter!"
He dispelled it himself.
If Victor or Galen broke it violently, he would suffer grievous backlash. But if he dispersed it voluntarily— He would only suffer a brief period of internal cooldown.
His body would remain whole.
His spirit—unbroken.
The Fist Intent World shattered softly, dissolving like mist.
The thunderstorm raged—
And the valley fell into a suffocating silence.
As countless eyes widened, trembling, unable to comprehend the scale of the clash they were witnessing—
Everyone in the valley was watching the battle.
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