Chapter 207 Shocking Change
I've already dueled the real Chenlong, cracked his "teleportation armor" under equal conditions, and even confirmed his true nature during the battle. My confrontation with him ended at that point. Although I have no problem with the existence of the Dream Chenlong, I simply couldn't muster the energy to fight him.
To put it bluntly, this suddenly appearing Dream Dragon is somewhat of a liability to me, and fighting him again feels like having to "chew up a sugarcane I've already chewed once more." Admittedly, Dream Dragon might possess some special abilities, and I am certainly curious about him. However, that's not enough to ignite the fire within me. Let me reiterate, I'm not a battle maniac, and I don't pursue battle itself.
If it were someone from the past, I might still have been eager to accept the challenge. Perhaps my tastes have become more discerning now.
Dream Dragon seemed to interpret my attitude as a provocation, and his entire body erupted with the power fluctuations of a Great Perfection level cultivator.
The transparency of his body accelerated, and the white light emanating from him intensified, like a candle sacrificing its burning time to generate more heat. Incredibly, I felt his body solidify, and shadows appeared at his feet. Centered on him, a real gale quickly arose, whipping my hair.
He's actually materializing. This is probably the power of "comprehensive enhancement" of his abilities. He's strengthening his own existence, forcibly elevating himself from the "realm of illusion and dreams" to the "realm of reality"!
Ultimately, it is still a high-level achievement that breaks through the limits of the Witcher. Even if it is not the Great Impermanence, it can still do things that defy common sense to a certain extent.
However, in this way, it's hard to guarantee that he won't even have ten minutes left to exist.
"I will defeat you in the remaining time."
The shadow rapidly materialized into three-dimensional matter upon its appearance, instantly weaving into black armor that enveloped his entire body. Within the armor, he slowly said, "I have already cracked the method you used to defeat me last time. Don't think you can still penetrate my 'Shadow Binding' with light. This time, I am truly flawless."
Just like himself, this "teleportation armor" is also uncertain in its reality. However, I can sense that it is merely a visual illusion; in reality, the current Dream Dragon should be able to temporarily unleash power equivalent to that of the Dragon in his previous life.
Conversely, it's nothing special. Without the support of the power to restart, he can hardly inflict enough damage on me with his self-destruction tactics, let alone defeat me within ten minutes. Besides, this isn't that independent reality space where I can unleash my full power and break through the "portal armor" with overwhelming force. As for overcoming that armor under equal conditions, I've already done that, so naturally I won't be picky about the fighting methods anymore.
However, landing such a powerful skill with such obvious signs on the opponent is definitely not something that can be done in one or two hits. Right now, I not only don't have the mood to fight Dream Dragon, but I also have important matters to attend to. Anyway, he will disappear on his own soon, so I'll leave the troublesome things that delay his progress to someone else.
“Then he’s yours to handle, Sharpshooter,” I said.
Dream Dragon's expression changed in surprise, while a huge, booming voice came from afar: "—Don't you dare tell me what to do!"
At the same moment the sound reverberated through the space—or rather, even faster than the sound itself—another wall of the laboratory was destroyed, and a figure wreathed in silver light shot in like a cannonball, colliding directly with Dream Dragon.
From the very beginning, the Divine Spear had been lying in ambush in the area surrounding the old stronghold of the Humanity Division. He may not have shown up earlier because he was too lazy to deal with those strange guards. But now that the powerful magic fluctuations of the Dream Dragon's Great Completion level were erupting so recklessly, he naturally would not sit idly by any longer.
The shockwave from the collision instantly shattered the laboratory and the corridor outside. Lu Chan and I landed on the floor below, while Divine Gun and Dream Dragon hovered above.
Despite this elaborate attack, Dream Dragon emerged unscathed. The spearman's surprise attack appeared to have been neutralized by the "teleportation armor," and he was even countered with punches and kicks, forced to retreat a short distance.
However, the sharpshooter swiftly raised his spear to defend against the counterattack, showing no surprise on his face. Instead, he seemed certain of something, and said with an air of absolute confidence, "I'll handle Chenlong... wait..."
He seemed to only then notice Dream Dragon's state, his voice immediately changing as he turned to look at me. Like everyone else, he clearly couldn't see Lu Chan, the girl beside me, and stared at me with disbelief.
"What did you do to Chenlong?" he asked aggressively.
“As you can see, I have already killed the real Chenlong,” I said.
"How could you..."
He seemed unable to accept it, while Dream Dragon roared, "Divine Spear!"
Like Lu Chan in the past, Shenqiang was his teammate, but what he hated most was probably Shenqiang, this kind of superhuman who intended to prey on ordinary people in the future. He even abandoned me, his "enemy," and charged towards Shenqiang. Shenqiang, however, was somewhat distracted by my killing of Chenlong and didn't have time to react to Chenlong's sudden attack. Like a victim of a deliberately murderous race car hitting someone on the street, he was thrown an unknown distance. Countless walls were smashed and shattered along this path.
I sensed that the two quickly engaged in a fierce battle. Dream Dragon was clearly a strong counter to Divine Spear.
The current Dream Dragon is like a door that allows anything to pass through it, making the "guaranteed hit and penetration" of the Divine Sharpshooter extremely unsuitable for it.
However, the sharpshooter was undeterred; I could feel his spear tip slowly gathering and compressing immense magical power. Based on my personal experience, the "guaranteed hit, guaranteed penetration" ability's guaranteed hit effect had a resemblance to spatial teleportation—in other words, it seemed to influence space itself. And abilities related to space could likely be used to overcome "spatial-level defenses" like "portal armor."
Perhaps the sharpshooter has a way to teleport his attack directly to the inside of the "portal armor" by relying on "guaranteed hit", or even to tear space itself apart by relying on "guaranteed penetration"... In any case, the sharpshooter joined the battlefield based on his knowledge of the "portal armor", so he couldn't possibly be without a countermeasure.
While the situation remained deadlocked, I turned to the girl Lu Chan and said, "Well then, I'm going to rescue my friend."
She turned her gaze away from the direction of their battle and nodded. Then, her figure faded and disappeared from the spot, while the silver medal in my hand emitted a faint white light before dimming again. This scene looked as if she had returned to the silver medal, which was her physical form.
I activated the Flame Teleportation and entered the dark room of the supervisor's office.
Although the old stronghold had become a battlefield, this place had not yet been discovered, and Chang'an was still safe. He was still immersed in that container, which resembled a glass vase. According to the girl Lu Chan, this container required power of at least a certain level to break, but for him now, it was naturally no problem.
I simply extracted a few destructive thoughts, transformed them into flames that wrapped around my right hand, and then slapped them onto the surface of the container. The container shattered into pieces, just like a vase that had been accidentally dropped.
Chang'an crashed heavily to the ground along with the bursting, cascading water. Perhaps I was a bit careless; he was now completely naked and soaking wet, and the ground was littered with shards of glass that looked like broken glass. I wondered if he had been cut or embedded in his body by the shards.
I can just apologize after he wakes up. For now, I'll take him to a place far away from the battlefield. Luckily, the black mist portal over there is still open. I can use flames to create a body and carry him to the Zhu family mansion... No, the Zhu family mansion has collapsed now. I should notify Old Master Zhu to come and retrieve him first... As I thought about what to do next, I started to carry him on my shoulders.
But then, something unbelievable happened.
Chang'an suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed my outstretched arm.
That alone wouldn't be so bad, but the problem is his grip is clearly abnormal. I'm currently in my fire elemental form, possessing physical strength powerful enough to shatter a city wall with a single punch and send a fully loaded truck flying with a single finger. Yet now, caught in his grip, I find myself unable to break free for the time being. Even if I'm not using much force, this shouldn't be happening. This power is... no, even...
Chang'an slowly raised his face and opened his eyes. They were not his usual black eyes, but golden ones, faintly glowing like those of a nocturnal animal, with vertical, beastly pupils.
He suddenly released my arm. I was about to speak, but before the sound could even escape my throat, I felt an overwhelming force strike my body. Without a word, he punched me right in the chest.
No kidding, that punch was even stronger than Chenlong's, sending me flying backward. The recoil caused the floor of the dark room he was standing on to completely collapse, while my body also pierced through the wall, detached from the old stronghold building, and flew over a kilometer away in the blink of an eye.
This attack nearly shattered my upper body, while also causing intense pain and damage to my soul. In terms of soul-destroying power, it was even comparable to Chenlong's White Light Self-Destruct Fist.
In other words, this is an attack from a master-level cultivator.
(End of this chapter)
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