Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Trump Card Shockwave

The strike appeared effortless, as casual as a leisurely stroll – like a swing made without a second thought.

Yet only Midi, the target, could perceive the annihilating force hidden within this attack.

Had he not inherited the True Dragon Heritage or undergone Rebirth Through Fire, this strike would’ve obliterated him instantly.

Even now, after reaching Level 64 and obtaining the Black Iron Dragon Flame, Midi needed complete focus and bated breath to withstand Thor the Warrior’s blow.

A metallic clang reverberated.

Sparks erupted like exploding stars.

Thor remained rooted while Midi hurtled backward through the air.

The assault continued – Thor vanished and reappeared beside the airborne Midi with impossible speed, War Spear angled to catapult him skyward.

A direct hit would leave Midi airborne and defenseless, utterly vulnerable.

But before impact, Midi disappeared!

Awakened Secret Technique: Heavenly Dragon Strike!

Midi’s teleportation disrupted Thor’s momentum while creating distance.

"What?" Thor’s pupils narrowed.

A mere Level 64 Demon Swordman blocking his killing strike was shocking enough, but Midi had reserved energy for teleportation – matching the Warrior’s own movement skills!

Even this battle-hardened expert felt astonishment.

This teleportation differed completely from Ghost Cry’s "Demon Shadow Flash".

"Demon Shadow Flash" emitted telltale aura trails and smoke, allowing experts like Thor to predict destinations and intercept. Yet Midi’s instantaneous vanish left no warning signs – its power potentially surpassing Thor’s own "Lightning Flash" technique!

Impossible!

"Dodging won’t save you forever!" Thor growled, War Spear gleaming as he disappeared.

Both combatants materialized simultaneously in a Dragon God Temple corner, weapons colliding.

They vanished again.

Reappeared thirty meters apart – clashed – vanished once more.

Again. And again.

Their afterimages multiplied as teleportation accelerated. Weapons barely touched before new flashes erupted.

Though mostly fleeing, Midi occasionally turned pursuer – laying ambushes that forced Thor into defensive stances.

Within seconds, their warping figures and lingering afterimages flooded the temple grounds. Spectators saw only blurred chaos.

Teleportation versus teleportation!

This was Midi and Thor’s duel.

Anyone who witnessed this battle felt deep helplessness.

They had no qualification to intervene.

No matter their level, anyone facing Thor or Midi would be defeated instantly.

None could match their speed or predict where they’d strike next.

The clang of metal faded, sparks dimming.

Both teleported outside the Dragon God Temple, standing ten meters apart, glaring coldly.

Teleporting repeatedly while attacking and defending drained them greatly.

Neither Midi nor Thor could keep this up long, especially with spectators. They chose to stop the dizzying clash.

Thor hid his exhaustion behind a calm face, chest heaving slightly.

Midi, at Level 64, couldn’t mask his state—blood trickled from his mouth, minor wounds visible from Thor’s sword strikes. Yet no one mocked him now. They realized Midi, despite his level, had surpassed all family core disciples except Thor.

“Midi Asreks,” Thor spoke down at him, spear humming as he swung it, “Your Dragon bloodline’s purity surprises me. But even with teleportation, you’re no match.”

This wasn’t empty taunting. If the fight continued, Midi would collapse first. Once he couldn’t teleport, Thor needed only a few more moves to eliminate him.

Yet Midi grinned. “Don’t be so certain, Thor.”

“Actions will prove it!” Thor teleported toward him again.

Midi countered, the dazzling dance resuming—but with a twist.

Instead of random teleports, Midi shot fifteen meters upward. Thor pursued, their weapons clashing midair before both began falling.

Then Midi teleported again—thirty meters high.

“What?!” Thor halted, refusing to follow. A fall from that height would expose fatal flaws, unacceptable to someone as cautious as the “Warrior.”

But Midi didn’t fall.

Hovering calmly, wreathed in Black Iron Dragon Flame like smoke, he floated effortlessly—the flying ability inherited from Sky Sword Dance, a key trait of Heavenly Dragon Strike.

“You can fly?” Thor glared up, anger simmering.

“Yes,” Midi replied.

“They can’t.” Thor shot a venomous look at Zaknavan’s group.

Midi laughed. “Since when does the mighty Warrior use hostages against someone three levels lower? Zaknavan, Mason, Risen—they’re my comrades, not my burden. Kill them, and I’ll make you pay tenfold. But take them hostage? You’re mistaken.”

“We’re not weaklings!” Risen snapped. “Underestimate us at your peril!”

The trio met Thor’s glare defiantly. With Midi above, they stood ready to fight. If they stalled Thor, Midi might even pick off Death Scorpion’s core disciples. The battle’s outcome remained uncertain.

Thor frowned. He’d expected an easy victory over a mere Level 64 Demon Swordman. Yet Midi’s power unsettled him—especially this flying trump card granting him an undefeated position. Even Thor’s teleportation couldn’t match aerial mobility.

“Our feud will end,” Midi called from above, “but Crystal Dragon Fortress isn’t ours alone. The family’s mission comes first. Truce until we leave? Or fight now—your choice.”

Thor studied him, then nodded curtly. “Truce. Let the family’s higher-ups judge later.”