With arms folded across his chest and back, and another two resting on his waist, the six-ard human observed the battle cloud, and Anon...
"Boy," his voice was deep as he asked, "How long have you been drifting?"
Anon’s ancestor cloud was less than fifty kiloters. On the other hand, he was on the cusp of becoming an empyrean cloud, over fifty-eight kiloters.
How long was this wild-haired youth adrift to face off against an opponent with such a vast disparity?
Anon guessed at this native’s thoughts.
"A century or so." Anon smiled. "But there is no need to feel any type of way. In the end, your death is a certainty."
The six-ard man raised an eyebrow.
His head was bald, and his skin was tanned. His brows were sharp, and his jawline was extrely well-defined.
He had a bulky build with muscles that seemingly attempted to burst through his skin.
"That so?" Upon the fall of his words, the six-ard man entered a battle stance. Similar to Anon, his upper body was bare, and his lower body was adorned in armor, only that his was more bulky rather than Anon’s slick armor.
Both were erald colored and appeared dazzling.
When he entered the battle stance, wisps of bright green flas escaped his fleshy body.
Right then, before Anon’s perceptive gaze, his human aura began changing into a familiar, unpleasant, daemonic radiance.
"You?" Anon tilted his head with doubt, obvious from the tone of his voice.
The six-ard human... the daemon flashed a signature grin.
Compared to his previous persona, the sudden changes gave even Anon a strangeness that could not be easily explained.
"Heh! Have you not seen a contracted human?" The daemon exhaled remnant flas as it spoke.
"Contracted demons are pitiful; however, humans that have drawn the Antigod’s gaze? We are champions of the Antigod. We are much more capable."
Anon frowned.
Humans embracing daemonic power was one thing. But seeing a human abandon his race and beco a daemon?
He felt offended.
Maybe if he did it, then that would be acceptable, but if even the young lord of humanity had not abandoned his race, then what right did this bald fool have?!
The daemon saw Anon seemingly lost in thought. It was a chance that he would not let go, and so, he stepped toward him. What was left in his wake was a blazing trail of chaotic flas!
Anon laughed and stepped toward the bald daemon as well. His right fist trembled whilst it approached the daemon, bubbling with unimaginable power.
His every cell, each one more powerful than an Anon who had not entered the inverted sky dinsion, vibrated with excitent.
When his fist collided against the daemon’s, it was akin to the collision of two world-ending nukes.
Luckily, this collision did not occur on Earth. Even with the augntation that occurred after the nurturing from stellar cosmic energy, a piece of Earth would’ve faced utter obliteration from this single collision of fists.
Anon gritted his teeth whilst resisting the force that ruthlessly pressed down on his fist. His jaw was clenched so tightly that veins bulged and desperately tried to burst through his face.
Under his gaze, he could perceive the two remaining right fists trembling with excitent. At the sa ti, his own right fist was still caught in a stalemate with the daemon’s third right fist.
The daemon grinned, and its remaining right arms grabbed onto Anon’s outstretched arm, holding him in place as its three left arms ca from the other side, bubbling with otherworldly intensity.
Anon’s right side was completely unprotected, and under the force of those three arms, his world buzzed whilst half his body was instantly pulverized.
Stumbling backward, in a daze, Anon’s figure was swallowed in an erald fla. The daemon laughed brazenly and lunged toward Anon, slamming the soles of its feet onto Anon’s chest.
The force sent him hurling back.
"You have a sword, so use it!" The daemon bellowed and appeared before Anon’s figure, which desperately attempted to stabilize itself.
Before he could react, Anon was barraged by a massive wall of flaming fists. It was as if the flaming daemon only sought to reduce Anon to ash in an instant.
"Hut!"
Anon grunted, and blood magic poured out of his soul. His cells trembled violently as they practically reforged an entirely new body within the blink of an eye.
"Blackening Flood Battle Art!"
Following a deep voice, black lightning crackled in the surroundings.
Before the wall of flaming fists could reach him, Anon leaped out of the flas that swallowed his figure with black lightning dancing around him.
He took a deep breath in and replied with two fists that were slower than the daemon’s. His arms could not fully extend before the two forces t.
Black lightning and erald flas slamd into each other, solidifying and shattering into destructive particles.
Anon’s figure disappeared, and so too did the flaming daemon’s...
The two exchanged thousands upon thousands of fists. Rings of erald flas lit up the entire battlefield, and arcs of black lightning traced across the cloud.
Anon slamd into the battle cloud and coughed up blood. He shot back to his feet, in a crouching position, and he glared toward the flaming daemon that stood atop flas high above.
Over the years, he was still unable to achieve the theoretical core of true mastery over the body, and whether it was due to this or not, until now, he had been unable to create a martial technique that rged the black and white lightning.
In this mont, the flaming daemon matched the overwhelming power that Anon could showcase when using the black lightning, and at the sa ti, he was even faster than Anon in terms of movent speed.
Cursing under his breath, the black lightning around him dispersed, and a flash of brightness appeared across the entire battle cloud.
Following the sound of crackling lightning, Anon’s figure was suddenly engulfed in white lightning, causing a glint of amusent to flicker in the flaming daemon’s eyes.
The daemon thought of sothing and smiled.
"You’re using as a whetstone, aren’t you?" Though he asked this, he said it matter-of-factly.
"White Blip Battle Art!"
Anon ignored the daemon’s words and instead entered a battle stance. Thereafter, the intensity of the white lightning in his surroundings dramatically increased.
"Haha!" The daemon laughed, "I see. So you’ve achieved true mastery over your fleshy body, and you’ve sensed sothing beyond, but you are lost."
Slowly assuming a battle stance in the air, the flaming daemon cackled and said slowly, "Well then, open your eyes and see if you can gain inspiration from . Tell , what do you see!"
The world darkened before an intense ocean of erald flas doused the earth above.
The two shattered layers of speed, transforming into beams of multi-colored lights that intertwined and collided across the battle cloud.
All of a sudden, a fifty-kiloter-diater area appeared akin to a restricted cage, seemingly limiting their movents.
With white lightning dancing around his body, Anon’s speed arrived at a greater layer. The daemon roared in frustration as Anon circled him on more than one occasion, striking before retreating.
As the wounds across his body increased, the daemon released a crazed laughter. The erald green flas darkened by a shade, and the aura surrounding him grew more and more powerful.
"How can you awaken a true battle spirit if you fight like this?!" The daemon bellowed, his eyes picking up on Anon’s movents.
Whilst the latter decisively decided to retreat, the flaming daemon scoffed and stepped toward Anon, grabbing onto his neck in one motion.
Apprehension instantly swelled in Anon’s heart as the flaming daemon ruthlessly pumled his figure whilst gripping his neck tightly.
Anon was beaten to the point of pulverizing bones to dust and bursting flesh into a bloody fog.
His mangled figure was slamd harshly into the battle cloud and regenerated thanks to blood magic and cellular mastery...
But the flaming daemon felt pleasure upon seeing this.
White lightning blasted into Anon’s surroundings as he shot up to his feet and desperately retreated toward his longsword at a corner of the battlefield.
"Where are you going?!" The daemon appeared next to Anon. His figure was that of a titanic monstrosity with six arms, reaching fifteen to sixteen feet, thanks to the transformation.
A fist as large as his torso slamd into his chest, shattering his sternum into sharp, miniature blades that pierced into his heart and organs.
Anon’s entire chest was viciously caved in as blood gushed out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.
His body was sent hurling further away from the longsword that stood at the edge of the cloud battlefield.
"With this sly ntality, how can you develop a battle spirit?" The daemon spread its arms wide, embracing heaven and earth, shouting, "The nature of the martial body is one of boldness and unrelenting will. Stand tall, stand proud, stand eternally!"
His voice shook the earth above.
The crimson heaven stirred under the weight of his words, and the erald flas surrounding his body intensified even more.
Anon felt his consciousness fading as he crashed into the battle cloud; however, the flaming daemon’s words violently shook his mind, awakening him completely.
’Battle spirit? Ah, so that’s how it is!’ Anon coughed up a mouthful of blood but showed a radiant, bloody smile across his face.
Every cell in his body humd with unbridled power, and his heartbeat suddenly thumped louder than ever before.
The flaming daemon instantly took notice, revealing a wicked, daemonic grin.
"That is it!"
"That is it, young man."
"The body is also a weapon, and to master this weapon, one must stop relying on other weapons."
"Forsake everything else, because to achieve the core of true mastery over this one weapon is to realize that this weapon is supre over all others!"
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