677 The Battle Of Gods (1/2)

If Michaux and Guang Dongyang could see Wang Tong's mastery, they would feel that the world was unfair. Wang Tong was able to mix all different kinds of elements in nature together with such ease.

On the other side, Patroclus was unfazed by Wang Tong's mastery spell. He straightened his back and lashed out his lance at the two giant dragons. Before the ice and fire dragons were able to unload their death breath onto him, he was able to knock them to the side and evade the attack. Having missed their target, the two dragons collided with each other and perished amidst a huge explosion.

Patroclus stood proudly and announced: ”Show me your forbidden power!”

At his level, he knew that the essence of all forms of attacks was the same. Even in arts that were as different as Mastery and METAL combat, Patroclus could see the common foundation upon which they laid. It would be a mistake to think that he knew nothing about mastery. If that were the case, he would not have been able to counter Wang Tong's hybrid element spell.

”Mr. Wannabe, do you know why master didn't use any weapon? Patroclus' weapon seemed to have helped him a lot. He has gained a significant momentum in his attacks.”

”Hehe, the key is in control of the flow of the battle, and not the damage output. They are both trying to dominate the battlefield, but in a very different way. Without being confined to using any specific weapon, Wang Tong's attempt is more all-encompassing. On the other hand, Patroclus has used what he is best with, and therefore, can be more effective than Wang Tong's bare hands. It is very difficult to say who can gain the upper hand in the next few moments.”

”Then, why would he ask Master to use the forbidden power?”

”Hehe…It's a ruse. If he were able to counter Wang Tong's ultimate mastery, it would be a huge blow to the latter's confidence, and will force Wang Tong to use weapons. Bah, these two guys overthink every single move.” Zachery sat down while still floating in the air and started observing the match with a great measure of fascination. Even as a Super Einherjar, he could learn many things from these two warriors.

As Zachery marveled at the talents among the humans, he suddenly felt relieved and convinced that the human race would never go extinct under the protection of its heroes.

Wang Tong cracked a smile at Patroclus' demand. Suddenly, he swept his palm flat across space in front of him as fire sprouted out on his hand. The fire quickly spread around him and then the entire arena. However, Patroclus was unflinching; these fires were harmless to him.

Wang Tong raised himself slowly to mid-air, and with another sweep of the arm, summoned a whirlwind that wrapped the fire around. Above the tornado, dark inky clouds gathered and sent flashes of lightning into the inferno at the eye of the whirlwind cyclone. As more lightening plunged into the fiery storm, the air flow near the surface of the cyclone started to glow; in half a heartbeat, the cyclone was suffused with a milky white gleam.

Wang Tong had mixed four different elements into one attack; not only it was an area of effect attack, but was also deadly effective on a single target.

Suddenly, Patroclus felt that he could no longer effectively command his power. The dark element summoned by Wang Tong acted like a catalyst in the chemical reactions as it brought out the full power of the fire elements. When the boosted fire and wind elements were compressed and concentrated together into a small space, the combined power of the two elements increased exponentially. Meanwhile, overlapping the constant and violent exchange of energy pluses was a layer of the extremely stable and calm light element.

This spell called for the user's explicit control over each and every element. The smallest imbalance in the system would cause the spell to fail. Such a spell was a perfect example of the power of the soul essence. With the touch of the soul essence, the caster could become one with the elements, and therefore, would control the elements with relative ease. Like a bartender, Wang Tong mixed the different elements together in order to come up with the perfect concoction of death.

Patroclus felt lethargy claiming his strength. He attempted to counter the spell with whatever energy he could muster, but all the outgoing energies were swallowed whole by the deadly cyclone.

Inferno Hell!

Surprise was written all over Patroclus' face. He had thought that he knew everything about the energy in nature. But, little did he know that one could master these natural powers with such a degree of freedom. Although Patroclus was not a mastery caster, he knew that combining and merging four different elements was beyond the scope of any mastery techniques.

The Inferno Hell was invented by another Mastery caster: Guan Dongyang. However, this appeared to be much deadlier than Guan's version. On the other hand, Guan Dongyang had never needed to deal with an opponent as powerful as Patroclus either.

The Inferno didn't stop robbing the world of its essence; it drew the fire elements all around it and drastically decreased the temperature. Inside the deadly inferno, Patroclus started to struggle.

It wasn't long before the parasitic Zerg started to protest against the extreme environment it was in. Patroclus doubled down on the protective GN shield; without it, the Zerg would have already turned into ashes.

”Attaboy! His imagination is as wild as mine! Haha!” Zachery said with discernible pride. He reckoned that Wang Tong had gained the true insight about power. It was not a measurement of force, but an ability to control and manipulate the situation during a battle.

He marveled at Wang Tong's brilliant strategy, and the power that came out of it. The underlying principle of the spell struck a chord with what gave birth to planets: constant assimilation of new energy that fueled the deadly and violent core under a calm, if not smooth, appearance.

Patroclus gathered himself after he knew he was trapped. The massive drop in temperature and created a world of ice around the cyclone. However, the epicenter of the cyclone, where Patroclus was trapped, was hotter than hell itself.

Patroclus remained calm and stood unflinching despite the agitated writhing and truing of the parasite inside his chest.

More brutal power weighted in onto Patroclus's GN shield, threatening to tear it apart. Suddenly, a silvery light lanced out from the spinning cyclone.

Kaboom!

With an ear-deafening explosion, many rays of fire shot out of the cyclone and shredded its calm facade into pieces. Not unbridled by the light element, the concoction of deadly energies spilled forward to fill up the combat field, destroying everything in their path. The walls and roofs of the giant building crumbled in front of everyone standing outside.

When the dust finally settled, the public saw their champions standing face to face on top of a pile of rubles

”Seems like we have to choose another place to continue our fight.” Wang Tong said. In the last exchange, he had gained the upper hand by using the mastery. He had trapped Patroclus and only let him get away at the very last moment due to an obvious flaw in the spell. If Wang Tong had more time before the fight to patch up those flaws in the spell, he would have delivered a devastating blow to his opponent.

”Let's go!” Before Patroclus' voice faded, he took off while tracing a silver line across the sky, trailed by a golden thread behind. In less than half a heartbeat, the two arrived in space near the moon. They could fight to their heart's content out there without worrying about harming any innocent bystanders. In some way, this was the real ”Sky” arena.

Even though Patroclus was tortured inside the inferno for a good half a minute, he looked completely unharmed thanks to the perks of being an immortal. The fire had polished the surface of his METAL, making it shiny as ever. There he was, standing gloriously while holding the legendary lance, befitting of the title of Divine Lord.

Patroclus was the epitome of indifference and aloofness; the silver light that came off his body was colder than that of the moon. Meanwhile, Wang Tong was basking under the warm golden light that—like his personality—had the ability to encourage anyone and lift their spirits.

However different they were, they were very similar in many ways, so much so that one could not have existed without the other. After all, what was warmth without coldness and what was shadow without light?