676 The Final Showdown (2/2)

The effectiveness of the butterfly dash was supposed to be restricted by the movement speed; however, Patroclus was able to maximize its effect even at an incredible speed. Patroclus's attack came at Wang Tong even when he seemed to be still quite a distance away. Wang Tong's defense seemed almost lazy in response. Unlike Patroclus, Wang Tong never received formal training, and therefore, he had never learned proper forms or techniques. He simply used whatever worked.

Surprisingly, a lack of formal training had unleashed Wang Tong's creativity so that he was able to attack and defend more efficiently than using set conventional moves. However unpredictable the butterfly dash was, Wang Tong's keen observation was able to tell the reality from illusions.

Kom, KOM!

So skillful were both warriors that even the most advanced combat techniques would fall short of testifying for their powers. Rather than the use of any particular technique, it was the combination of timing and control of power that was a true reflection of their skills.

Kaboom, boom!Boom!

In this intense exchange of fire, one small misstep would give the opponent a huge advantage and allow him to unload hundreds of connected attacks. As the battle carried on, the arena was filled with blaring explosions that shook the ground like earthquakes.

The military had set up blockades around the perimeter of the arena to prevent any delusional fool from breaking into the dangerous battle zone. Meanwhile, the immortals were busy analyzing the battle as well. So far, no one knew who would emerge victorious with the very limited data they had. Unable to watch the fight, they listened and recorded every clank and boom that came out from the arena, deciphering its meaning fruitlessly.

The two charged toward each other, and both of them were dealt a heavy blow on impact, blowing both warriors back a dozen feet and increasing the distance between them.

Wang Tong drew a large gulp of air and dug in with another attack. At the same time, Patroclus reacted quickly and raised a blade aura infused arm to intercept it.

”Hor!”

”OW!”

As Wang Tong's punch closed in, Patroclus hewed his deadly arm at the attacker.

KOM!

Zenn!

The impact of the two attacks caused a burst of energy that made the arena's ground tremble. The two warriors had disappeared from where they were standing and reappeared close to each other at the center of the arena field, immediately engaging in a fierce exchange of blows. They had both relented their defense and focused solely on attacks. Each impact caused a powerful explosion that uprooted the floor tiles from under their feet. In a blink, the floor underneath their feet was in tatters

Kom!

Wang Tong attacked with abandon. An intense beam of light shot out from the center of his fist, launching at Patroclus. Meanwhile, Patroclus closed his fingers into a fist that was quickly suffused with a silvery brightness.

KOM!

Both warriors were able to pour their forces into their opponent's system. An explosion erupted at the impact of the two attacks, the resultant shockwave sending both warriors flying into the air until they collided with the seats in the audience sections.

Before the dust settled, the two warriors slowly dragged themselves to their feet. They were both winded, yet unharmed. Patroclus reached out his arms as he levitated in mid-air. He warped the space behind him into an unknown dimension; the force exerted on the very fabric of space turned the air behind Patroclus into liquid. From the warped space, a thousand otherworldly spearheads slowly poked through the liquefied air.

”Art of thousand Lances!”

At the behest of Patroclus, the spearheads shot at Wang Tong like missiles with an incredible speed. Patroclus was able to intercept one of the lances by grabbing it by the handle as it passed by. The Divine Lord then pointed the lance at Wang Tong and looked through its length as he adjusted his aim. After half a heartbeat, he hurled the lance out at Wang Tong forcefully.

Wang Tong shouted out a battle cry as a shimmering, golden GN shield appeared around him. The golden shield was effective in blocking the shower of silver lances until it was struck by the lance hurled by Patroclus. The golden shield shattered, letting in the downpour of silvery lances.

The people standing outside of the arena heard a loud din and then saw one piece of the arena wall being blasted through. A person was thrown out of the arena through the hole, and it was Wang Tong. The Immortals cheered loudly, taking it as a sign of something positive happening inside the arena.

It took Wang Tong half a second to regain his balance, and he flew through the hole into the arena right away. While flying toward the field, he gritted his teeth and channeled out his GN force to form a spinning ball packed with compressed energies. As the ball was pressed into a disc, it was already spinning at lightning speed. Suddenly, more spinning golden discs appeared behind him out of nowhere.

Spinning Whirlwind Attack!

The golden discs whizzed across the air and attacked Patroclus from all directions. However, he was unfazed by the overwhelming number of attacks. Beams of silver lights shot out of his palms and destroyed all discs in their paths. In a blink, all golden discs that got near Patroclus had fallen to the ground.

Wang Tong waved an arm, and the remaining golden discs suddenly changed their course to evade the beams of lights. Patroclus adjusted his soul energy and redirected the light beams, but it was too late, as a golden disc was able to cut a deep wound in his arm. As blood spilled out of the wound, so did white lights that seemed to burn anything that it came in contact with them. Patroclus let out a painful cry, and the white light became so bright that it burned away all the remaining discs.

”What do you say Mr. Wannabe, do we have a winner yet?” Charcoal asked. Both Mr. Wannabe and Charcoal were afloat in space as they watched the fight from above.

”The outcome does not matter.” Mr. Wannabe grunted, and the pair continued to observe the fight in silence. They watched as Patroclus finally took out something shiny: the Lance of Rilangalos!

Patroclus suddenly flashed out of view, reappearing in front of Wang Tong and attacking him with overbearing force. The effect of the powerful lance was palpable; Wang Tong's layered fist of Tong already seemed less effective in stopping the attacks.

On Patroclus's third move, Wang Tong was dealt a solid strike and sent flying away. He then picked himself up and folded his fingers; suddenly, the temperature around him dropped dramatically as he tapped into the natural force.

Two dragons, one made out of the fire and one out of ice, charged at Patroclus with snarling mouths.