Chapter 79: [Spirit Beam] (1/2)

*Boom*

Ray took the first shot at Jake.

With an energy-propelled force, he spun to Jake and dropped a kick on his head.

However, the attack didn't go through as Jake had predicted it dodged away from it.

He grabbed Ray'sleg mid-air and jabbed at his stomach brutally with his knees.

Still not wanting to give Ray breathing space, Jake held on to Ray's hand.

He infused his right hand with [Spirit Essence] and sent a punch at Ray's face.

The moment his face connected with Ray's face, he held down Ray's body so that he would receive the full strength of his attack and not fly away.

After taking a few more shots at Ray, it came as no surprise that Ray had had enough of it and freed himself from Jake's lock.

In a shocking move, [Spirit Essence] gathered on his arm and blasted at Jake, hitting him away well enough to make a sizeable distance between them.

Using the few seconds of rest he has, Ray grinned as he beckoned [Spirit Essence] to come to him.

The blue energy coiled around him. It became mightily noticeable as noises emitted from it.

However, Jake didn't move or do anything to stop it. He was confident of his own speed.

Ray made strange hand signs as he prepared his technique, weaving the energy around his arm.

The blue energy pulsed around Ray's as he announced, ”[Spirit Beam]!”

A ringing sound cried as a blue beam of energy flashed at Jake.

Being prepared, Jake dodged rather effortlessly.

He commented as he felt the intensity of the attack, 'Hmmm...it is like the junior masked man's [Finger Gun] technique, but not exactly. This is more dangerous.'

Jake smiled as he saw the after-effects of the attack. The beam had destroyed the surface of the stage, a stage that that to handle cultivators' battles.

'So this is the technique he was so desperate to protect. Interesting,' Jake quizically smiled as he spotted another beam coming at him.

Evading the second one, he cocked his head, ”However, this is not enough to challenge me. Plus, it is not as flexible as the junior's technique. What a sad life?!”

After his battle with the masked men, Jake had become used to attacks like this and could predict the trajectory of the beams.

Jake played with Ray for a few more moments before he decided to end the play.

He walked, step by step, closer to Ray, as he brought out his sword without anyone seeing.

Jake advanced and his speed became faster every moment.

Looking at him, Ray felt he was watching a timing bomb. For some reason, he felt like something very dangerous was going to happen, however, he couldn't feel anything.

As a cultivator, he possessed the ability to feel one's intent. This ”intent” sensing becomes more clear as he advanced cultivation realms.

Yet, he couldn't pick up anything. It was as if he was staring at a cold static iceberg, something so far away and non-dominant, but his eyes told him something different.

In his panic, he failed to notice when Jake glanced past him.

It was only after his senses kicked in and felt a familiar heat that he looked up and saw the true face of horror.

He exclaimed, not bothering to hide his surprise, ”Impossible! It has only been three seconds or less!”

In his astonishment, he spotted the pale look of the audience.

”What?! What?! What is it?! What….is….it--” shouted Ray.

Previously, Jake had noticed Ray's flaw was his fragile mind. He could be easily influenced as he did right now.

Ray felt to keep composure as he descended into madness. His shouts were accompanied by tears streamed down his face.

When he attempted to look at his body, gravity denied him and he found himself falling on the ground.

His mind became dreary as he slugged his head to look at himself.

The first thing he saw was an arm. He was too familiar with the arm. It was his right arm, but that was not the point.

His arm…...were not connected to his body!

”Ahhhh!!” he screamed as he began to feel the pain of a missing arm.

”Wait!.... Where is my leg?! My right leg! My left leg!” screamed Ray.

He began to understand the look of pity on the crowd's faces.

With a terror-raided face, he looked for his other limps and found them, perfectly away from his arm.

Their edges were cut perfectly and he could the swordsmanship needed for that.