Chapter 248 - XVIII Burning Blood (1/2)
”You even managed to get your void steps to such a level!?” Yassil noticed the similarities between the movements made by the two of them and gasped. Void steps was one of the most basic skills of the clan, but at the same time it is one of the best movement technique for those talented enough. Easy to learn and hard to master, this skill could be used even in high-level battles between peak celestial beings.
”Well, it isn't that hard when you understand of rhythm and a little bit of physics!” With a tap on the floor, Elijah vanished once again and pushed his palm forward creating a ripple of wind that flew towards Yassil.
Both sides quickly approached when they fist clashed. Bang! Elijah felt soreness in the arm before fleeing backwards. It was clear which of them had the upper hand. After this he couldn't even recuperate himself before a dozen fists smashed him on the back.
A light appeared in his eyes, moving his arms forwards, he threw his palms forward meeting each of Yassil's punches and stopping it in middle air. Then he came with an uppercut straight into the void prince's jaw. Being raised in a place like this, this prince surely was praised for everything he did. He may even be more than a couple thousand years old, and learned the martial arts of the most powerful clans and celestial factions or was at least a bit familiar with them.
”Wait, what martial art is this?” Yassil asked himself. For the first time he was completely clueless, but suddenly Elijah's standing posture changed and it was like another person.
Outside the formation, even Yawen was surprised. What moments and attack did Elijah do in the end?. None of them recognized it.
”This?” Elijah pointed at the posture he was making. ”This is a set of martial arts derived from the many mortal martial arts I saw back in the day. This stance, for example, I like to call it the Prince slaughtering fist.”
Hearing his answer, even the middle-aged man at the top platform laughed with the rest of the crowd. This man was certainly daring to say these words in the void clan's domain.
Rushing forward, Elijah increased his speed while using his mind to predict any of his opponents moves. One, two, three... One hundred, two hundred, three hundred blows had been exchanged between both of them. Elijah had some Ichor left of his mouth, nose and ears and he breathed heavily. It was clear to him, that a battle of this level was more than he could handle in his present state.
On the other side, Yassil was staring at him. ”Both of us can't fight for long. Come at me with everything you've got!”
Gathering all the strength left in his bat, he surged forward, the grayish-black blood in his veins burned. His fist splits the air in two as it quickly approached Elijah. However to the astonishment of the crowd, Elijah shut his eyes at this important moment. In his own body, he saw the liters of golden blood flowing within his veins and even further inside, he saw a thin half blood pill floating in the interiors of his heart.
There was a legend, he heard in the past about the real reason cultivators wished had Ichor in their veins. Images of the past surfaced in his mind, a middle-aged man stabbed by his wife stood up with his blood boiling and the heavens lightning appeared to protect him.
This time with Elijah's consent, all the golden blood in his body boiled and ignited in a mass of golden flames. The golden flames spread out of his body when the image of a massive mountain peak appeared behind.
”The image of Olympus...”
Under the golden flame's influence, the Elijah entire body had gained a l.u.s.ter of gold. His bones, muscles, skin. Every single part of his body changed. For a moment, Elijah felt he was like those huge statues of deities.