870 Fourth Trial 3 (1/2)
Despite all of this, Dyon still remained calm. There were a few reasons for this.
For one, without a calm mind, all chances of victory would be thrown out. Secondly, he didn't believe that there would be a trial that was impossible to pass, or else this Tower would be completely useless. The last point was the most poignant to him: He didn't believe that this Tower could perfectly replicate the prowess of the Dragon King, at most, it could be imitated.
Although Dyon's body had the Dragon King on it, it was currently not on his wrist. This meant that the trials purposefully did not want him to use it. At this point, one might think that the trials might have directly given the Dragon King to this clone of his for the sake of the trial, after all, if the Dragon King wasn't with Dyon, then where could it be?
However, Dyon knew better than to worry about this. In the history of the Dragon King, there had only been one person to subdue him: and that was himself.
The reason Dyon was so arrogant so as to believe that this clone could never fully replicate him was namely because of the Dragon King. Although the replica the clone was using was eerily close to the original, because of Dyon's soul connection with the Dragon King, he could tell that this wasn't really him. That meant that the clone wasn't able to replicate Dyon's ability to make weapons submit to him, which also meant this clone wasn't perfect.
All of this instilled confidence within Dyon. He wasn't the type of person to be blindly arrogant. Rather, he was just a person who had the utmost confidence in himself and his own analysis of things. No matter how many millions of years this Tower had been created for, it was still too green to affect his psyche.
Brandishing broad sword, Dyon surprised the clone by making the first move.
His first step was quick and decisive, leaving a vortex of wind where his feet once lay. His sword trailed behind him, picking up momentum and strength as his torso flexed with unbridled power.
Dyon's arms swung forward, his skin reddening. With every flash step, another level of Demon Emperor's Will was crossed. By the time Dyon broad sword was only an inch from smashing into the clone, even Dyon's six golden wings had erupted from his back, causing the lingering energy Dyon had yet to be absorbed in an instant, re-establishing his cultivation at the lower celestial level.
This all occurred in the blink of an eye, and before the clone could even react, Dyon's sword had reached him.
BOOM!
Dyon's broad sword met the rod of the clone's scythe. However… The clone barely took a half a step back before stabilizing itself. As for Dyon, severe pain racked his arms to the point where he assumed his bones would erupt into dust if even the slightest bit more power was infused into them.
However, Dyon didn't seem too surprised with the result. Even after going all out, the result was a mere half a step back. A normal person might feel despair at this point, and maybe Dyon would be more sane if he did as well. But, he simply didn't.