Capítulo 1682: Chapter 1682
Primordial Wilderness
With Vestan’s doubt rising, He Ao’s body suddenly leapt backward.
Boom——
A terrifying force directly shattered the ground in front of him, sending fragnts of rock flying.
He Ao’s figure swept through the air, watching the debris that flew past his body.
With Vestan’s power, it was unlikely that this was the only effect of the attack.
Is this ‘arena’ itself stronger than a normal real-world arena?
Yes, this arena was created by Estella, ant to contain so Vestan could finish off here. If it were easily destroyed, there would be no need for to confront Vestan directly.
He Ao turned in mid-air, twirling his spear, then touched the ground with the tip. The crystal tip of Vestara’s Spear scraped the ground, carving a long scratch to stabilize his figure.
He took a deep breath and stood up straight.
The martial breakthrough consud more energy than expected, and the limitations were stricter than imagined.
First, it requires sufficient Divine Sense reserves, which demands preliminary accumulation, ensuring each level upgrade is optimal to have enough Divine Sense capacity.
Having the capacity is not enough; one also needs a long ti to accumulate enough to fill it.
Moreover, a strong understanding of Mysticism is required, even needing so foundational knowledge, to achieve better effects with less Divine Sense consumption.
Lacking any of these elents makes a martial breakthrough nearly impossible.
Indeed, so things are only truly understood through practice; without trying, the nuances remain unknown.
Besides these breakthrough challenges, He Ao also faces additional ‘threats.’
He lifted his head, looking at Vestan.
“Isn’t a martial breakthrough supposed to require ‘Establishing Dao’?” Vestan gazed at He Ao, slightly frowning, hoarsely asking, “How long have you been involved with Martial Arts, what Dao did you establish, and how did you establish it?”
His words were so rapid that average Transcendents couldn’t even discern them, only hearing a sharp, short shriek.
However, He Ao could understand this speed.
“Take a guess?” He raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly.
Estella has a companion who is a Martial Arts Angel, so it makes sense she knows about the promotion ceremony of a Martial Arts Angel, and Vestan, being essentially an incarnation of Estella, asks this question, He Ao understands.
Unfortunately, if he had t Estella earlier, he might have learned about Martial Arts Angels sooner from her.
But judging by Estella’s state, even if he had co earlier, she likely wouldn’t have told He Ao, and even if she did, he couldn’t be sure she was entirely accurate, without any other influences.
In Mysticism, missing even a tiny bit can lead to a completely different direction.
Estella is not a Martial Artist; what she knows might not be entirely real.
“Interesting,” Vestan lifted his hands, his imnse and illusory body lowering its head, gazing at He Ao, “From your performance and experience, you had no ti for Establishing Dao, yet your Divine Being can help you skip this step and assist you in breaking through.”
Almost as soon as the words fell, his body appeared next to He Ao.
He Ao suddenly sidestepped, coughed lightly, again widening the distance, gazing at Vestan.
He glanced down at his palm, where red, green, and purple blood had already covered his hand.
Vestan also had pure Angel-tier strength; in the last two clashes, He Ao had to activate the power of Super mory, while the different forces within him tore at his body, quickly dragging him into the Abyss.
From the beginning, with abnormal powers helping him withstand the dispersion of Super mory and maintain body stability to avoid imdiate death, he had considered this situation.
But he didn’t expect it to be so dire.
The abnormal powers were much more domineering than he imagined and, with the increase of Super mory’s power, were becoming more domineering still.
Before fully unleashing the power of Super mory, he hadn’t felt such a strong sensation, but as he fully unleashed it, this ‘contradiction’ also reached its peak.
The fierce tearing of different forces was almost enough to make him explode on the spot, and that was without praying for War God Power.
Moreover, these forces not only tore at his body but also his soul.
anwhile, at this mont, essential knowledge conveyed from Divine Sense was rapidly occupying his consciousness, dragging his attention, slowing his reactions significantly.
And Vestan clearly noticed his condition, so these attacks were playful probes.
Like a cat playing with a mouse, going back and forth a few tis, he could exhaust He Ao with minimal cost.
“Actually, I’m curious,” Vestan smiled, looking at He Ao, “With your current physical condition, you still dare to attempt breaking through to Martial Arts Angel? Aren’t you afraid a new high-level power will directly turn your body into a bomb, causing you to explode on the spot?”
He Ao raised an eyebrow, “That’s none of your concern.”
Yet as He Ao’s words rang out, a gigantic illusion appeared behind him, with nurous huge hands stretching from all directions to grab his body.
At that instant, He Ao raised his spear, the tip quivering, a purple light flashing through his eyes.
In a mont, surging power erupted, and before the hands could close, his body threaded through the gaps between them.
Boom——
But he didn’t squeeze through the gaps between the hands as he anticipated, but instead crashed into an invisible wall.
What was that?
His body paused slightly, and in the mont he stopped, the hands rushing from all directions swiftly closed in, wrapping him up.
The vague confusion still swirled in his mind, but he couldn’t afford to think about it now.
These hands almost sealed off all directions around him, with the only issue being so narrow gaps vaguely visible beneath the surrounding hands.
Without hesitation, red light in his eyes flared, and he made a forward roll, slipping through the gap beneath the hands.
This ti, he didn’t encounter that invisible wall.
As he rolled out, it was as if his body gained so kind of agility, smoothly rolling away and widening the distance from Vestan.
What was that?
He Ao hadn’t recovered from the collision just now; he raised his head, looking at Vestan who once again raised his hand not far away.
The hands that surrounded him from all directions had disappeared.
Was it Vestan’s ability, or sothing else?
Boom——
At that mont, a roaring sound echoed in his ears.
He lifted his head, looking through the gaps between the green glow above his head, towards the anomalies stabilized in the sky.
The firmant woven from mist was trembling violently, as if sothing beyond the firmant was struggling intensely, attempting to overturn the entire sky.
Ti was running out.
He Ao lowered his head, looking at Vestan in front of him.
“Do you think I would give you the ti to grow up?” Vestan just lowered his head, gazing at him, his extrely fast speech accompanied by a flickering figure, appeared in front of He Ao like a whirlwind.
Zap——
Brilliant green radiance, like thunder, filled the arena, and then quickly gathered to rush towards He Ao’s body.
This ti, He Ao barely had room to dodge. He activated Super mory and prayed for so of the War God’s power, making every effort to avoid the pouring green lightning.
So he could predict in advance and quickly dodge; others, when they reached in front of him, he relied on his body’s flexibility to twist away.
And when he was almost hit but then managed to perfectly evade, his body seed to receive so sort of ‘enhancent,’ his agility increased, and his entire physical condition sowhat improved.
Although it was only for a very short ti, it was enough to help him cope with the successive barrages of lightning to co.
But his luck wasn’t always that good, and he couldn’t completely dodge the green lightning about to hit him. Once struck, that enhanced state would vanish instantly, making him more vulnerable to subsequent strikes.
However, the power of these individual bolts wasn’t particularly strong. He could deflect them with his spear, and with the amplified power of Super mory, he could barely withstand a few hits.
Yet, the residual stray green lightning still caused him harm.
Of course, the more severe damage originated from the tearing inflicted on his body when invoking Super mory and the grace of the War God.
As this wave of lightning subsided, He Ao gasped for air, lifting his head to see Vestan not far away, appearing relaxed.
Vestan didn’t know how He Ao would change after ascending to Martial Arts Angel, but it was clear he had no intention of giving He Ao the chance to ascend to Martial Arts Angel.
“Cough——”
He Ao coughed lightly, clenching the blood in his palm, and stood up.
The recent battle had almost torn all the clothes off his body, leaving nurous wounds on his flesh.
This ti, his Divine Sense was entirely used to ‘understand’ the world, leaving no room to protect his clothing.
He gazed at Vestan, replaying everything that just happened quickly in his mind.
The strange agility boost and bodily enhancent gained after dodging.
This boost after dodging is remarkably like a ‘Perfect Evasion’ in a ga, isn’t it?
Wait a minute, Perfect Evasion?
A flash of insight quickly crossed He Ao’s mind, and he raised his head, surveying the massive arena.
Did Estella build this arena just to ‘trap’ ?
When this arena was built, it seems Estella didn’t only use her own power but also borrowed abnormal power.
Otherwise, if she had the ability to forcibly trap , why wouldn’t she just kill directly? Why have Vestan go through all this unnecessary trouble?
It ans that although she could create this ‘arena’, she can’t fully control it?
She can only set rules benefiting her, letting Vestan act to eliminate ?
And she needs to do sothing more important—stabilize the promotion ceremony’s progress? My ‘arrangent’ caught her off guard, causing trendous obstruction?
Hold on, these advantageous rules aren’t necessarily absolute advantages, otherwise, Vestan would have just killed outright without wasting words.
It ans even with the help of rules, Vestan hasn’t actually widened an absolute gap with .
He Ao gazes at the empty seats around the arena.
If you strip away its shell, what is the essence of this arena?
It’s a stage!
This is a huge, twisted, angel-confining stage abnormality!
The so-called Perfect Evasion refers to, in gas, when an enemy is about to attack the player, but the player successfully triggers an evasion, avoiding the attack, and usually receives ‘attribute’ enhancents or accumulations of montum as feedback.
From this perspective, He Ao’s previous experience indeed sowhat aligns with the conditions for Perfect Evasion.
If what just happened was similar to a ‘Perfect Evasion’ in gas, then what was that invisible wall at the beginning? An air wall? An invisible, impassable wall in gas?
And what was Vestan’s closing hand from all directions? A skill? Thus the presence of this invisible air wall?
Are these elents all things from gas?
Therefore, the rules of this arena stage actually follow so ga-like chanics?
According to typical ga settings, the winner would be able to leave this arena?
He Ao stared at Vestan, gripping the spear in his hand.
Looks like this is also a life-or-death boxing ring?
When he first entered the copy world, the anomaly he encountered seed to be called the Life and Death Boxing Ring?
Tsk, fate···
This ti, he didn’t hesitate, but directly stepped forward, charging at Vestan.
Vestan originally planned to continue the attack, but unexpectedly, He Ao proactively ca towards him.
This ti, he didn’t attack He Ao directly. Instead, at the mont He Ao’s attack was about to reach, he suddenly dodged to the side.
His massive body, as flexible and supple as cotton, evaded He Ao’s attack, and at that instant, his speed surged, a brilliant lightning coalesced in his palm, rushing towards He Ao’s body.
Indeed, Vestan is aware of this ‘ga’ chanic and is employing it.
While pondering, He Ao, prepared all along, swiftly retreated to evade, dodging the radiance.
At the mont he achieved ‘evasion,’ his body accelerated instantly, rushing toward Vestan like a stream of light again.
And Vestan quickly retreated, dodging while countering with a grasping hand.
He Ao dodged the grasping hand, then darted forward once more.
Vestan seed unadapted to He Ao’s sudden shift in attack rhythm. Although evading his attacks several tis in a row and counterattacking, his evasions started to lose coherence.
And He Ao quietly observed Vestan, sensing his increasingly chaotic rhythm while feeling the ‘enhancent’ on his own body.
He vaguely sensed that after the third ‘Perfect Evasion,’ the enhancents on him had already reached a limit, no new additions were forthcoming.
In a new evasion from Vestan, further assaulting He Ao by habit, He Ao abandoned dodging, red light engulfing his pupils, his raging power gathered in the spear in his hand, leaping forward.
The speed of this strike exceeded Vestan’s expectations, arriving in front of him almost instantly.
Boom——
Even though Vestan pulled back forcefully, the spear still pierced through his chest, carving out a massive, red-illuminated wound on his body.
He Ao landed with a backflip, twirled the spear, rested it behind him, smiling as he looked at the staggering Vestan retreating, “Thanks for the match.”
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