Chapter 218: A Magnificent Performance (1/2)

Chapter 218: A Magnificent Performance

Translator: YHEditor: CakeHermit

Tian Kuan swaggered into Central Pine City amidst the blood fiends. Hearing the distant sounds of fighting and seeing the thick columns of black smoke brought a wry smile to his lips.

He was doubly cautious after witnessing Yu Mingqiu’s impressive strength. Were he at full strength, Tian Kuan was confident of escaping even if he was unable to defeat his opponent.

While riddled with injuries, however, meeting someone as powerful as Yu Mingqiu would put him in an extremely unfavorable situation.

Yu Mingqiu’s abilities had greatly exceeded Tian Kuan’s expectations. Tian Kuan had initially expected blood-traced fiends to pose a threat even to vice-division leaders, but from the looks of it, normal blood-traced fiends were not powerful enough.

They needed more time.

This was also why he’d decided to sneak into the city. As of now, the blood-traced fiends were still inadequate when dealing with an opponent like Yu Mingqiu.

The current situation was, however, only temporary. As the blood-traced fiends continued to transform over time, they would continuously become stronger. As a result, the Induction Ground would constantly become more dangerous. In contrast, powerful individuals like Yu Mingqiu did not usually experience vast increases in power over such a short period of time.

Tian Kuan felt that the blood-traced fiends were beneficial indeed. Not only could they aid him in his training, they were also useful in dealing with elementalists.

Ruins and rubble were the only things in sight. The entire city was a complete mess.

Seeing the chaos he had created with his own hands made him feel an inexplicable sense of delight. He was absolutely fascinated that such a small offensive effort on his part was capable of destroying an entire city.

At that point, he felt as though he was a god, capable of controlling the fate of the mortals beneath him. What a great feeling!

So this is what it’s like to feel all-powerful!

He quickly suppressed his rising zeal, reminding himself that it was not yet time for him to become arrogant.

He cautiously inspected his entire body to ensure that every single one of his blood traces were concealed. The blood traces on a blood elementalist were not usually visible, but would surface once they started to activate the blood spiritual force.

Blood traces were a headache for both blood elementalists and blood-traced fiends. It was a double-edged sword, being both the source of their energy as well as their key weakness.

The more formidable the blood elementalist, the fewer the number of blood traces present on his or her body. It was the same with blood-traced fiends.

It was said that the blood traces would all disappear upon attainment of the highest realm. This was of course, just a myth. It was a purely theoretical conjecture and did not have much value when discussing something this new.

Tian Kuan disguised himself as an ordinary elementalist.

He suddenly heard the intense sounds of battle ahead. Curious, he quietly headed towards its source. He hadn’t met any form of resistance after entering the city, which wasn’t particularly surprising. After all, who could oppose such a terrifying horde of blood fiends?

The sounds of the battle coming from up ahead reflected its intensity. Tian Kuan thought of the slowed-down transformations occurring in the city’s vicinity. Could it be...

He moved as lightly as an apparition.

He was different from the others who had learned the beast coercion spells. Tian Kuan ultimately only believed in his own strength. All of his time, effort, and resources were spent wholly on himself. As such, he had an impressive command over his own body.

Using the environment as cover, he occasionally adjusted his position. His figure faded significantly and blended well into his immediate environment. This was the technique [Shadow Body] that was derived from the [Blood Shadow Clone Spell] of the Cultivation Era. Blood spiritual force was a unique form of spiritual energy, distinct enough that it couldn’t be tapped on to activate most Cultivation Era spells. The only way to utilize blood spiritual force was to adapt spells from the former blood sects.

Blood spiritual force possessed the basic conditions necessary for spell activation, but it was impossible to use it effectively at Cultivation Era levels. The biggest obstacles were the meridians, since all meridian-related studies had long been abandoned. In the past, cultivators would begin tempering their meridians from a young age, but this was something blood elementalists couldn’t possibly achieve. Without the consistent tempering of the meridians, it was impossible to attain the levels of spell complexity achieved by the cultivators.

Despite this, it was still possible to satisfactorily draw out part of a spell’s power.

With the help of the ruins, Tian Kuan managed to inch forward and take a good look at the battlefield. The sight before him made his pupils widen.

Tian Kuan wasn’t the only one who was shocked.

Old Zhang and his team stared blankly at the scene below, their faces filled with disbelief.

”Too… too fast!” murmured one of the elementalists. He was completely distracted by Ai Hui’s actions.

That same thought reverberated through everyone’s minds as they watched Ai Hui move at an impossible speed, the long sword in his hand blurring into an illusion.

His moves were utterly different from the first strike that he had unleashed. His actions were now much faster and much more precise!

The silver colored Dragonspine Inferno was swung at an untouchable rhythm. Ai Hui’s sword strokes were constantly changing, from slashing to flicking and even to slapping...

Each stroke was as fast as lightning, executed with the utmost precision and efficiency. The stampeding blood fiends were fatally injured upon coming within range, but they continued to charge in despite their injuries.

How Ai Hui handled his massive, charging opponents was truly astonishing.

The Dragonspine Inferno would somehow always appear right where it was needed. Then with the exact amount of strength required, it would be swung, spun, flicked, or slapped against the oncoming fiends. All sorts of seemingly unorthodox strokes were incorporated into Ai Hui’s fluid dance, taking out the oncoming blood fiends before they could even put up any resistance.

His pupils were dilating and constricting at an alarming rate. In his current state, Ai Hui was like an emotionless killing machine.

Lightning-quick movements, extreme precision, and a despair-inducing stability to boot.