The Silver Vine chanic Soldier maintained an eerie smile, slowly drawing two slender, sharp daggers from behind his back.
He tilted his head to size up Yu Wentong, much like a gourt poised to feast with fork and knife in hand.
"Damn it!"
Lu Yuan punched the ground beneath him fiercely, the resounding blow causing the skull peak, nearly two-thirds subrged in the Black Qi tide, to reverberate, teetering on the brink of collapse.
With such prowess, had it been used earlier, he and Yu Wentong would have long since fled.
How could anyone undergo such a significant tamorphosis in skills in such a short ti?
Compared to the "Andusha" before him, the one he had beaten to near death, curled into an egg, seed as clumsy as a novice apprentice.
"Or perhaps it’s not the sa person at all?!"
A suspicion suddenly erged in Lu Yuan’s mind.
But regardless of the truth, the most important thing now was to defeat the opponent in front of him.
This battle between chanic Soldiers, nearing the Star Master level, left Lu Yuan feeling powerless, as though the only contribution he could make was cheering on Yu Wentong.
"No, my Mystical Technique can penetrate the armor of the chanic Soldier.
I’ll wait for an opening; as long as there’s a flaw, I still have a chance to help Yu Wentong.."
Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered as he recalled his experience of piercing the Ice God cha, forcibly eradicating its internal chanician, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
At this mont, the battle between the "Spirit Venerable" and the Silver Vine chanic Soldier had already erupted.
The two gigantic chas, each over two hundred ters tall, collided fiercely above the surging waters of the Black Qi.
The aftermath of their clash spread out rapidly in circular waves, raising black and red waves nearly a kiloter high.
The long knife and daggers t in combat, the Spirit Venerable chanic Soldier and the Silver Vine chanic Soldier resembling two oversized top-tier Martial Artists.
A clash between Starry Sky Armant, a confrontation of cold weapons.
Lu Yuan watched the exchange intently; this was the first ti he’d seen Yu Wentong unleash his full strength without reservation.
Coming from a Pure Martial background, ever since reaching Grandmaster level and activating level 2 [Grandmaster Instinct], he hadn’t encountered anyone surpassing him in combat skills until now.
Suddenly, there were two.
Lu Yuan simulated the process of fighting with the two in his mind and ca to a conclusion.
"If it’s a contest of cold weapons, I wouldn’t last three moves against Yu Wentong...
Facing Silver Vine Guy..."
Lu Yuan bit his teeth lightly.
"One move."
One move and it’s over.
Cold weapons were Lu Yuan’s weak point, yet the mighty chanic Soldier’s power also relied on cold weapons to unleash.
It’s no surprise Yu Wentong, holding the position of the planet’s number one, excelled in cold weapon mastery beyond him.
What truly shocked Lu Yuan was Andusha.
This guy’s skill even surpassed Yu Wentong’s?!
After releasing the Silver Vine chanic Soldier, his terrifying nature seed finally revealed.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
The ornate patterned daggers tapped thrice on the long knife.
The terrifying force, surging over a hundred tis sonic speed, transmitted through the weapon, hindering the "Spirit Venerable’s" attack motions, causing her to stagger backward.
The alloy long knife in her hand began to burst, inch by inch, starting from the tip.
Taking this opportunity, the Silver Vine chanic Soldier aggressively lunged forward.
The two grand and magnificent figures crossed paths.
"Boom!"
The "Spirit Venerable" flew backward, landing heavily on the Black Tide Waters, creating a huge crater on the surface.
As her figure wobbled back to the surface, her original elegance vanished, the moon-white glow dimd, and the arm that held the knife was missing, torn open with a ragged wound.
She appeared incomplete and battered.
The Silver Vine chanic Soldier pierced the "Spirit Venerable’s" arm with one of his daggers.
The crack on his face suddenly widened, enlarging....
Then he tilted his head back and astonishingly swallowed the arm whole.
After swallowing, he made a gesture as if wiping his mouth, sighed softly, and said, "Awful taste... But as expected, it only makes anticipate your flesh and blood even more..."
"He’s really eating it...."
Lu Yuan watched Andusha swallow the "Spirit Venerable’s" arm alive, his face grim.
"The more advanced the civilization, the more grotesque?"
His gaze focused as the one-ard "Spirit Venerable" slowly retrieved the suspended Moon Wheel from behind her, held it in her remaining hand, and then charged once more at the Silver Vine chanic Soldier.
Closing his eyes, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
When his eyes opened again, his pupils were shrouded in a dense fog.
[Chaos Divination].
Now, he could only hope that [Chaos Divination] would provide a way to break the stalemate.
"Spirit Cut. Radiant Moon!"
The indifferent consciousness belonging to Yu Wentong spread, and the sound of the moon wheel buzzing echoed through the void.
Terrifying energy burst forth, stirring up huge waves and fierce winds, making Lu Yuan’s hair dance wildly.
Lu Yuan repeated the divination over and over again.
Yet each result was a repeated failure.
After countless attempts of divination, an answer finally erged quietly in Lu Yuan’s mind.
The mont he saw that answer, Lu Yuan’s expression froze for a mont.
He fell into silence, eyebrows furrowed, seemingly pondering how feasible this solution could be.
Just as the great battle continued and Lu Yuan sunk deep into thought.
Suddenly, Lu Yuan’s expression changed, and he looked up ahead.
In the distant horizon, two figures appeared, swiftly flying toward the battlefield.
Lu Yuan stood up, squinting at those two figures.
Upon sensing the appearance of those two shadows, Lu Yuan was montarily stunned, then frowned and quickly moved forward to confront them.
The two figures were also flying straight towards Lu Yuan.
One on the left, one on the right, both with black hair and black eyes.
The one on the left held a gun single-handedly, exuding a cold deanor and looking so familiar to Lu Yuan.
Exactly the strongest Chen Wuhao and another eighth-rank supernova from the Sum Country, aside from him and Yu Wentong.
"How did you two find this place?
Has the exit opened?"
As he was about to reach the two, Lu Yuan wanted to ask.
A strong sense of unease inexplicably surged in his heart.
His steps ca to an abrupt halt.
Looking at the two of them ahead, Chen Wuhao and the other.
The two seed completely unbothered by the two massive chanical soldiers fighting in the distance, instead charging straight at him without hesitation, with increasing speed.
"Sothing’s wrong!"
Lu Yuan’s face turned sharply, and a trace of ferocity quickly rose from his eyes.
"They’re fakes!"
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, he clasped his hands, and a scorching platinum gang fire surged from his body, instantly transforming into the form of a four-headed, eight-ard Elephant God Shura Dharma Body.
The eight-ard Shura Dharma Body gave a shake, and eight platinum suns spun out from his hands, roaring and whistling as they pressed toward the two "Chen Wuhao" figures ahead.
And the two "Chen Wuhao," instead of dodging, spread their arms and accelerated towards him with a sinister smile.
The platinum suns slamd into their bodies without any hindrance.
With a "bang," the two figures exploded, turning into a mass of viscous, bizarre black liquid, surging toward Lu Yuan like a black tidal wave.
"What is this?!"
Lu Yuan’s expression turned to shock, quickly realizing that the viscous black liquid, into which the fake "Chen Wuhao" figures had transford, could penetrate his Dharma Body directly.
The scorching gang fire sizzled as it burned the black liquid, which emitted a sharp, low wail, yet still passed through the Dharma Body’s barrier, swiftly entangling him inside.
In the void, the mighty platinum body with four heads and eight arms was suddenly wrapped in sticky black liquid.
The eight-ard Dharma Body desperately tore at the tar-like black liquid adhering to its exterior, but could not rip it off.
"Boom!"
The platinum Dharma Body exploded, and the massive black liquid went utterly berserk, engulfing inward like fish slling blood.
Before long, Lu Yuan was completely enveloped by the thick black liquid.
The viscous black liquid transford into a huge irregular sphere, with bulges constantly erging from its surface as if sothing inside was struggling desperately.
The battling "Spirit Venerable" chanical soldier glimpsed this scene, and her hand controlling the moon wheel trembled slightly.
The next mont, "Spirit Venerable" suddenly leapt into the air, the spiraling moon wheel hovering above her head, instantly blossoming with dazzling moon-white light.
Threads of the aura that could cleave and rip apart everything surged out madly.
The Silver Vine chanical Soldier locked in by this move seed utterly unperturbed.
Squinting, he glanced at the writhing black sphere not far away, then looked up at the radiant moon wheel continually gathering power, releasing an unspeakably terrifying aura...
He smiled and murmured softly to himself, "Don’t rush... soon... it will be your turn."
After speaking, the Silver Vine chanical Soldier raised his head and made a deep inhalation gesture.
In an instant, his whole face started to lt.
A bizarre blackness appeared on his smooth, silver-white cheeks, forming a vortex.
The black vortex rapidly expanded.
In the blink of an eye, it encompassed the entire space where "Spirit Venerable" resided....
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