639 Dark Lords Head (1/2)

Moye's transformation wasn't just in terms of aesthetics; it had also improved his skills. Moye's last form, the second form, excelled in brute strength. However, regardless of how heavily he could hit, if he couldn't land a solid blow, all that strength and energy was wasted. The last stage of his transformation refined his technical finesse while further boosting his raw power.

”This blade technique looks familiar.”

”It's House Li's Tactics of Vayu.” Lie Jian furrowed his brows and answered. He wagered that the blade technique would become more powerful when used by Moye than Li Zhedao.

”Air Splitting Whirl Wind Hell!”

Moye twirled and spun as he rose into the sky. He squeezed the blade with both hands, as the purple energy crystal on his helmet started to gleam. The purple light flowed to the blade and clung to it as Moye hacked at Wang Tong suddenly.

The air was stifled for a splitting second, and the earth trembled and mountain moaned. Countless blade aura lanced and swirled toward Wang Tong with a killing intent. It was a GN attack, and its potency was no less, if not more, than that of mastery.

The belligerent blade aura threatened to rip open the very fabric of space; Moye was not worried about energy consumption since he had a nearly unlimited supply of it.

A golden light flashed in Wang Tong's hands, and the Einherjar Lance appeared out of nowhere. He rested the lance firmly about his waist and formed a GN shield around him.

KOM!

The blade aura rained on the shield like a sudden downpour. Moye held the purple blade in both his hands and channeled more energy from his body into the tip of the blade. When the tiny point could no longer hold any more energy, Moye finally attacked. With that, a beam of highly concentrated purple energy shot out of the tip of the blade.

KOM!

The blade aura exploded in Wang Tong's face, sending a shower of sparks and cinders. Everyone's hearts were caught in their throats. Was Wang Tong alright?

As the dust and smoke finally receded, Wang Tong emerged unharmed. He twirled his lance around as if playing with a toy. ”This is your final stage? No wonder Patroclus is not interested in you. You are still too far from the real power. Have you heard about the divine path?” Wang Tong said airily.

”That's bullsh*t! Strength is the only path! ” Moye shouted. Without the husky and hoarse voice, he sounded like a girl screaming.

Wang Tong shook his head and lamented about how primitive and simple Zergs were. Despite their incredible evolution ability, their complete ignorance of the divine path would be their downfall. The humans had searched for the divine path for thousands of years, and by then, the name had been branded in humanity's collective memories. The Zergs were already too late to the party.

Wang Tong constantly spun the lance in his hand with an even and controlled level of soul energy. Wang Tong had kept his soul energy output steady ever since the beginning of the fight. Without knowing the full extent of his opponent's power, it was dangerous to unleash off of his power as Moye had just done.

However, Wang Tong didn't conserve his soul energy for that reason; he simply didn't think that he would need any more of it to subdue the dark lord.

Michaux marveled at the improvements that Wang Tong had made in the last five years. As a matter of fact, Wang Tong was already ahead of most people even five years ago once he possessed the soul essence. After five years of cultivation in undisturbed seclusion, it shouldn't come as a surprise to Michaux that he had come back so powerfully.

It was evident that Moye was not a worthy opponent, and Michaux would have to wait another day to see Wang Tong's full power on display. Wang Tong wouldn't reveal his real power for the same reason that Patroclus didn't reveal his while he fought with Li Zhedao. They were both watching each other's every move closely. If one showed a powerful coupe de grace, given some time, the other would be guaranteed to come up with a counter. Therefore, it was in their best interest to hide their power as much as possible and seek safety in the darkness before the final showdown.

Sensing that Wang Tong was going to attack, Moye gathered up his soul energy and increased his defense. However, he doubted that the former could even make a dent on his armor. Not only had he the absolute advantage in terms of strength, but his wings also provided unmatched agility.

The golden lance extended ahead, its tip shooting at the ground. Suddenly, Wang Tong charged out; his body started by flicking like a phantom and then disappearing completely. Before Moye knew it was too late, he felt the wind blow through his chest. He looked down and saw the hole on his chest. Blood spilled out of Moye's insides as he dropped down to one knee while Wang Tong re-emerged right in front of him.

This was the same move Wang Tong had pulled off five years ago in order to defeated Li Shiming: the Space Warping technique! But unlike five years ago, Wang Tong knew exactly what he was doing this time, and the power was much more devastating than when he had unleashed it by accident.

”What kind of move is that?” Moye's handsome face was distorted by pain. Thanks to his swift reaction, he was able to avoid the killing blow. By then, the large hole on his chest had already closed up as the wound started to heal.

Wang Tong didn't hurry to strike again while Moye was still weak. ”I have heard that you are able to copy any move you have seen. Would you care to entertain me with that ability?” Wang Tong put the Einherjar lance down and said in a condescending voice.

Wang Tong had finally shown the sharp demeanor that befitted his power and donned the mask of the almighty Blade Warrior. Contempt and pride were carved into this mask, and Wang Tong wore them like a constant reminder of his superiority over the Zergs.

The humans hadn't seen this much confidence on display in the last five years. In those dreary five long years, if the humans were not in hiding from the Zergs, they were running away from them. Never once did they muster enough courage to truly stand before the Zerg army with an adequate measure of confidence.

When Moye had completed his final transformation, the human public was seized by despair and hopelessness. But, all of that defeatism was gone now while they basked under the reflected glory of Wang Tong.

In the space, Samantha watched the screen as she marveled at how quickly Wang Tong's mind had grown up and matured. No longer did he act on a whim; everything he did and said encouraged the human soldiers while straining the minds of the dark ones and immortals. He had finally started to see things as a bigger picture.

It was about time for a hero like Wang Tong to show up as humanity was on its last leg.