Under the immense aftershocks, beings below the level of a God-King were unable to approach. With no other option, they could only jump to higher ground to observe. Fortunately, their eyesight was good enough to see the hall clearly.
However, apart from glimpses during pauses, Chen Ping and Arathos were completely out of sight during their intense battle. Yet, none of them looked away. They held their breath and stared in awe at the clash of power and the skillful exchange between Chen Ping and Arathos, as if they could glean some insight from it.
Arathus's spear moved with the speed of a meteor, unstoppable, its attacks rhythmic like undulating waves, continuous and relentless. Chen Ping, on the other hand, used the Arrogant Greatsword to display exquisite swordsmanship, his sword techniques ever-changing, able to both use softness to overcome hardness and deflect the opponent's fierce attacks, and seize opportunities to strike at gaps in Arathus's defenses.
During their fierce battle, Chen Ping and Arathus unleashed their potential, their auras growing increasingly intense, imbuing the sacred and solemn atmosphere of the Pantheon with a fierce fighting spirit.
Bang!
In a violent collision, the two separated again, each sitting on one side.
Arathus's deep voice boomed from the bird helmet: "Hahaha! That was exhilarating! Chen Ping, this is the most satisfying fight I've had in thousands of years, hahaha!!! Again!"
Chen Ping: "Hahaha! Me too!"
Arathus instantly unleashed his divine power and charged forward, thrusting his spear heavily forward, countless divine lights flashing on the spearhead.
Chen Ping's arrogant greatsword was wielded with a resolute intent with each swing. The sword energy crisscrossed, forming a solid defensive barrier that Arathos could not easily break through no matter how fiercely he attacked.
Arathus, as a guardian of the Pantheon, was a man of great combat experience. He adjusted his tactics with each exchange, his spear wielding ever more swiftly, each strike aimed directly at Chen Ping's vitals. However, Chen Ping, with his keen insight and extraordinary reflexes, always managed to dodge or block the fatal blow at the last second.
The duel between Chen Ping and Arathus was like the collision of two comets. The energy ripples generated by the collision raged within the Pantheon, making the originally solemn and sacred space turbulent and unsettling.
The massive shockwave spread outwards once again. Upon seeing this, the God King's expression changed drastically, and he immediately deployed his defensive artifacts to resist the impact.
Needless to say, those below the level of the God-King hid behind the Pantheon building, waiting for the impact to subside before finally surfacing.
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Deer Tree, Linafil, Anlula, and Menga were watching this thrilling duel from atop a building. The scene of Chen Ping's fierce battle with Arathus, with its intense energy fluctuations, drew gasps of amazement from the onlookers.
Lu Shu said with deep emotion, "If it were us, we probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow. Is this the power of a creator god? It's truly astonishing."
Linaphile nodded slightly in agreement: "Indeed, the island lord's growth rate is truly astonishing. In such a short time, he has already been able to confront the guardians of the Pantheon head-on. Even god-kings like us would find it difficult to intervene in battles of this level."
As Anlula watched Arathos being blasted away again in the crystal ball, she playfully teased, "Oh dear, if I had been hit like that, I probably wouldn't even have a fishbone left."
Her words drew laughter from those around her, especially Linafil, who jokingly replied, "You, let alone fish bones, you probably wouldn't even find a speck of dust."
Meng Jia rubbed his hands together, looking regretful: "Sigh, it's really exciting to watch, it's just a pity that I've already used up my chances to challenge the secret realm. However, being able to witness such a high-level battle is a feast for the eyes, and it will definitely be of great benefit to our cultivation improvement."
While chatting idly, everyone watched intently as the island lord battled Arathos.
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bump!
A figure slammed heavily onto the hall floor, and the ground instantly began to crack outwards.
Arathos looked at Chen Ping in the air and coughed a few times, with golden blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Chen Ping was very strong. At first, he could suppress him with his superior skills, but as the battle dragged on, his advantages diminished. Not only was Chen Ping stronger than him, but his learning ability was also exceptionally advanced.
In just a few tens of minutes, Chen Ping's combat skills had become comparable to his.
As Arathos pondered silently, he climbed out of the pit, dusted himself off, and leaped towards Chen Ping.
Chen Ping immediately held the Arrogant Greatsword in front of him, and with a clang, the spears collided instantly, sparks flying.
Chen Ping stood in the air, his eyes gleaming, showing no fear as he faced Arathos charging again. He quickly adjusted his stance, his Arrogant Greatsword forming a barrier that blocked Arathos's rapidly approaching spear. The crisp, deafening sound of metal clashing, sparks flying, demonstrated the unspeakable clash of power between the two powerful figures.
For Chen Ping, the significance of this duel far exceeded the outcome itself. In the past, he had crushed his opponents with his unparalleled cultivation level, and rarely had the opportunity to experience this kind of evenly matched, intellectually and physically challenging real combat.
Now, Arathus's presence fills this void, allowing him to make rapid progress in combat skills in a short period of time, quickly adapting to and mastering a higher level of combat art.
Most combat skills are learned through fighting, but Chen Ping rarely encounters enemies who threaten his life now, so he cherishes this battle all the more.
Although he didn't use his full strength, it was close enough. After all, Arathos's strength was among the top in the realm of creator gods, right?
As the battle between the two intensified, the Pantheon's main hall became dilapidated, with cracks covering the floor and many of the pillars collapsed, while those that remained were in ruins.
The entire hall, apart from the throne where Arathus had previously sat, was practically devoid of any decent spot.
The throne was surprisingly hard; the aftershocks of their battle had absolutely no effect on it. While the surrounding floorboards cracked, the throne remained intact, sitting quietly in the center of the hall.
As time went on, the cracks in the hall became more severe. Some areas that had been hit multiple times were no longer just cracks, but had broken into pits.
Click!
Snap, snap, snap!!!
Suddenly, a series of clicking sounds rang out, and Chen Ping and Arathos were separated once again.
Chen Ping looked at Arathus's Golden Bird Helmet, which was now starting to crack, with constant cracking sounds, and the cracks quickly spread throughout the entire helmet.
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