The clash of fists between Chen Tian and Long Motian ended in a stalemate. Long Motian was utterly shocked, for Chen Tian's strength was equal to his own. This fellow, he wondered, still had secrets hidden. Seeing this, dark energy and light surged from Long Motian's arms, transforming them into black dragon claws. Long Motian himself was of the Evil Dragon clan, capable of full dragon transformation. However, very few enemies could warrant such a state; at least, Chen Tian had achieved it.
Chen Tian gazed at the black dragon claws. His own arms displayed nine-colored dragon scales, the scales covering his entire body. Chen Tian said indifferently, "Dragon transformation? Apologies, but I can do that too."
Possessing the Ancestral Dragon bloodline, Chen Tian could achieve dragon transformation with ease. In fact, the Ancestral Dragon bloodline possessed a suppressive effect on the Evil Dragon bloodline. But at this moment, it had no effect; there was no origin. When Chen Tian had originally created his techniques, his origin power had been completely depleted. Currently, it was purely based on bloodline.
However, for Chen Tian, this was sufficient. Even a pure bloodline increase in strength was terrifying. Moreover, in such a situation, even a slight increase in power meant a greater chance of victory.
Chen Tian and Long Motian simultaneously swung their dragon-clawed arms and charged at each other. Explosions resounded, and light illuminated the entire space-time continuum. The explosions echoed throughout time and space, making it seem as if time had stopped.
As the light and explosions dissipated, Chen Tian and Long Motian stood in their original positions. Chen Tian's arm had a bursting wound, which was slowly recovering. Long Motian, on the other hand, had claw marks on both arms, the marks deep within his flesh. Long Motian winced slightly in pain for a moment before his injuries began to heal.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to have the Ancestral Dragon bloodline. It seems I underestimated you."
"There's still much you don't know."
While Chen Tian and Long Motian took a few seconds to recover from their injuries, Long Motian clenched his left arm, and a black axe appeared. The black axe gleamed menacingly, light reflecting off its surface. This axe gave Chen Tian a sense of danger, though he couldn't explain why. On the axe, a handle appeared. The axe seemed incredibly heavy, yet Long Motian lifted it with a single hand gripping the handle. The axe's sharp edge flashed, and Long Motian swung it down. A silver light streaked before Chen Tian's eyes, whooshing towards him.
The speed was incredibly fast. Chen Tian immediately activated Absolute Dodge, shifting his body a millimeter to the left—Chen Tian's absolute limit. The attack was upon him; there was no time to shift any further.
Chen Tian's hair slowly fell away, only to regrow. Chen Tian had narrowly dodged this strike.
Long Motian, holding the axe in one hand, suddenly appeared before Chen Tian, bringing the axe down as if to cleave him in two.
Chen Tian clenched his left hand, and a nine-colored longsword materialized. Its blade was covered in dragon scales, and its hilt was entwined with black energy. Two figures were carved onto the blade: one on the left and one on the right. Chen Tian raised his longsword. *Clang!* The axe and longsword collided. Long Motian's expression remained calm. He gripped the lower part of the axe handle and, with all his might, threw it. Chen Tian's arm was pulled along.
The longsword was flung away. Chen Tian willed it, activating Sword Control. It curved and thrust towards Long Motian. Long Motian said indifferently, "A mere trick, overestimating yourself."
As the axe was about to attack, it switched to defense, colliding with the longsword. Long Motian channeled his arm's strength into the axe, and the longsword was knocked away. Chen Tian leaped towards where the longsword had been flung. Chen Tian had calculated the trajectory in advance and was already below, his arm gripping the sword hilt. Behind him, a phantom emerged—the phantom of the Divine Lord of the Divine Realm, and the phantom of the Divine Above of the Cultivation Realm. The auras emanating from both phantoms fused perfectly into the longsword.
Chen Tian brought his sword down, a "Heaven Splitting Moon Cutting" strike, the sword light falling.
Long Motian was so shocked he didn't know what to say. How could he feel that the opponent possessed three origins? How could one person have three different origins? What was going on?
As the sword light descended, Long Motian had no time to ponder anything else. Black light surged into his Black Silver Axe, and he brought both arms down fiercely. Chen Tian's sword light was cleaved in two by the axe.
Long Motian didn't want Chen Tian to gain the upper hand. He threw his axe, which began to spin, transforming into a rotating disk that hurtled towards Chen Tian. Chen Tian was momentarily stunned. Did axes have such a use? It was adaptable, but such tricks were outdated in front of Chen Tian; he had grown tired of them long ago.
Six identical longswords appeared behind him, shooting out from all directions towards the rotating disk. Under the assault of the swords, one pierced through the disk, and the Black Silver Axe hovered in the sky.
Long Motian's figure vanished from Chen Tian's sight. Chen Tian was not surprised; he knew where Long Motian was.
The longsword swung back and stabbed out. Fists and the longsword clashed. Long Motian retreated a step. He spread his arm and clenched his palm. The axe spun again, becoming a light disk, this time several times faster than before.
Chen Tian had already calculated this scenario. With a flip and the effect of Absolute Dodge, his entire body narrowly avoided the axe's rotating disk.
Long Motian curled his lip. It was close again. Long Motian couldn't understand why his attacks were always just a little bit off.
He had never made such mistakes before!
It wasn't Long Motian's fault; Chen Tian possessed the buggy skill of Absolute Dodge.
Chen Tian extended his longsword, and his figure flickered. A black shadow appeared before Long Motian, forcing him to refocus and abandon his thoughts. The longsword descended, and the axe met it. The sword and axe blades rubbed against each other, sparks flying, and shockwaves blasted out from behind them.
Chen Tian's lips curved upwards. Sword wings unfurled behind him, and seven or eight longswords shot out, whistling towards Long Motian. Long Motian was forced to deploy a full-body barrier for protection. For a moment, Long Motian was at a disadvantage.
"Damn it, does this guy have too many weapons? And can his divine sense handle controlling so many longswords simultaneously without getting tired?"
Long Motian pondered within his protective shield. Controlling eight longswords of identical power at once—wasn't Chen Tian's mind tired? From any angle, he couldn't see any sign of fatigue. It was utterly bizarre.
"No, this can't go on."
Long Motian began to spin, and black cyclones transformed into rotating blades. Chen Tian decisively retreated, sensing a hint of danger.
Chen Tian's longswords shattered before the cyclone blades. Chen Tian felt no heartache; these longswords, including the one in his hand, were formed from energy. They were shaped by nine-colored power, with dragon scales as their bodies and Ethereal Evil power as their hilts. Both origins served as the energy source for the longswords. Chen Tian could create countless such longswords with a mere thought.
As the cyclones dispersed, Long Motian's figure appeared before Chen Tian. At this moment, Long Motian was clad in black armor, his axe entirely covered in black dragon scales. He resembled an armored warrior.
"Does it have to be this ridiculous!"
Chen Tian inwardly exclaimed. Who fights fully armored, even their weapons included? Chen Tian's expression became solemn. This situation had not been calculated. Recalculating, Chen Tian found that the fully armored Long Motian's strength and aura had surged by a full threefold.
Golden-yellow armor appeared on Chen Tian's body, encased by nine-colored armor, which was in turn encased by dragon and phoenix phantoms forming armor. Layer upon layer.
Long Motian's lips twitched slightly. Is he wearing nesting dolls? Layer upon layer of armor. I wear one set of armor, and you wear three! How afraid of getting hurt are you?
He was speechless. Bizarre. He could only call him a bizarre person. Who fights wearing three sets of armor?
If Chen Tian knew what Long Motian was thinking, he would probably burst into laughter. It couldn't be helped; Chen Tian's armor was energy armor, with incredibly strong defensive capabilities. However, maintaining the armor required an excessive amount of energy. Chen Tian didn't have the time to repair his armor while fighting. The three layers of armor should suffice until the end of the battle.
Moreover, Chen Tian wanted to say something: "You've armored your weapon too. You're more ridiculous than me. You call me bizarre? You're even more outrageous!"
Outside, Pang Yuan wandered through the pitch-black space, shouting, "Chen Tian, where are you!"
"Heavens! Where is this place? I'm not going to get out, am I?"
Thinking this, Pang Yuan felt scared. Soon, a determined look appeared in his eyes. A black piece of paper materialized in his hand. He chanted, "Whether I can get out, whether I can find Chen Tian, it all depends on you."
This was Pang Yuan's hidden trump card, with many functions. It had never failed in finding people or paths.
After Pang Yuan finished the incantation, the black paper floated above his forehead. Pang Yuan was filled with questions. What was happening? Were the exit and Chen Tian above his head?
But he couldn't see anything!
In the space-time continuum, Chen Tian and Long Motian's weapons clashed. The longsword danced nimbly, facing the fierce and powerful axe attacks. Chen Tian used the momentum to deflect Long Motian's assaults. Long Motian's strength grew with each passing moment; the axe's fighting style was solely about power. As the power increased, it became increasingly difficult for Chen Tian to unload force, his arms going numb from the collisions.
Having no choice, Chen Tian changed his defensive strategy and launched a fierce offensive. Hundreds of thousands of sword lights and phantom longswords confronted the Black Silver Axe's power with relentless attacks. Long Motian was constantly forced back, his entire strength channeled into the axe, yet it was insufficient against the combined power of countless sword lights and phantom collisions.
Slightly surprised, but that was all. His entire aura erupted, and with one axe strike, everything shattered. Sword lights exploded, phantom sword bodies dissipated, and the axe descended upon Chen Tian's head.
Chen Tian's lips curved. His figure vanished. Skill: Teleportation. After fusion, Chen Tian gained an Absolute Concealment buff for five seconds after using Teleportation. No person, creature, or item could detect Chen Tian's location.
This axe strike missed. Long Motian sensed Chen Tian's presence disappear, looking around warily, his body tense. A sword light appeared within his perception, approaching the back of his head. Long Motian spread his black Evil Dragon wings. The giant wings blocked the longsword, making it impossible to advance further.
"Kid, not bad. If it were someone else, perhaps you would have succeeded with that move earlier."
The longer Long Motian fought, the greater the shock Chen Tian gave him. This was no lie.
Chen Tian did not want Long Motian's praise. He hadn't expected his sneak attack to fail.