Chapter 436
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Chapter 436: White Armor!
Without abundant vital energy honed through bloody battles and a deep comprehension of one’s craft, none could achieve such feats. If even one element was lacking, it would be impossible to attain such a level of mastery.
Beneath that punch lay a terrible force, like a series of shockwaves endlessly pouring forth, each carrying seven distinct types of strength. This overwhelming power made Situ Muyang unable to control the continuous force, almost causing him to vomit blood.
At this moment, Situ Muyang truly realized how troublesome the person in front of him was. His father had been right. Among the direct disciples of the Divine Sword School, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers—some of whom were utterly unfathomable. Recently, even an outer disciple had grown exceptionally powerful.
“You’ve really surprised me. You’ve forced me to use my true strength!” Situ Muyang said, his eyes gleaming as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. He launched another attack at Su Yi.
“Do your best!” Su Yi replied, his robes fluttering in the wind. His expression remained unchanged as he lifted his arm and stepped forward, using the Hundred Transformations Step. His elemental energy surged like a tidal wave, and the battle continued.
Situ Muyang was exerting all his strength, hoping to recruit the young man as his follower. He wanted to show him that even the disciples of the Divine Sword School were nothing special. Despite his young age, he was ready for any challenge.
Su Yi, on the other hand, was testing Situ Muyang, trying to determine the young man’s true strength and identity. For someone to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, their martial arts skills must be extraordinary, along with their physical movements.
“Boom!”
Situ Muyang’s attack was ferocious. His arm shot out suddenly, striking Su Yi with unimaginable precision and power.
In terms of speed, Su Yi was confident he had the upper hand against anyone of the same cultivation level. Let alone this black-robed young man, who was only at the Second Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm—Su Yi had merely been testing him up until now.
The Hundred Transformations Step moved swiftly, and Su Yi evaded the attack while delivering a punch with immense force. The red light from his punch swept by, creating a scorching temperature.
Situ Muyang’s body sank slightly as he evaded in an instant. The residual shockwave from Su Yi’s punch struck a large stone, shattering it into pieces and sending dust into the air.
Su Yi was secretly shocked. The black-clad youth, though only at the Second Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm, repeatedly surprised him with his combat prowess. The combat power of this young man was far beyond what one would expect from someone at that level.
Su Yi knew that if he himself were at the same stage, he would need to exert all his strength to deal with this black-robed youth. It would certainly be a difficult task.
Moreover, the black-clothed youth seemed to grow stronger as the battle continued, suggesting that he might still have hidden cards up his sleeve.
“How impressive!” Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and the others had fallen far behind. They didn’t even have the qualification to be included in the same league.
Gazing ahead, the two young men were locked in an intense duel. Their movements were swift, their attacks fierce—one was domineering and majestic, the other arrogant and ferocious. The sheer power of their clash caused Zhang Qing and the others to tremble with fear.
These two were far too powerful, leaving everyone else in awe and shame. Comparing themselves to them only led to frustration.
“Chirp…”
A harsh bird cry echoed from beneath Situ Muyang’s feet as the shadow of a black Peng Bird spread its wings, soaring into the sky.
The black shadow of the Peng Bird appeared alive, with a wingspan of several meters. Black light radiated from its form, illuminating the sky. Its cry pierced through the clouds, shaking the earth beneath it. The bird’s ferocious and intimidating aura emanated from its blood-red, moon-like pupils.
“Roarrrr…”
As the shadow of the fierce bird appeared, an oppressive aura descended upon the demon beasts present. The Dark Golden Demon Falcon, the Black Demon Mastiff, the Cracked Earth Tyrant Bear, and others roared in response, their spirits stirred by the overwhelming presence.
“Condense your essence and take the form of the Dark Phantom Falcon!”
Su Yi was astounded. He knew that condensing one’s essence to take the form of an animal was no simple task. The stronger the animal, the more difficult it was to achieve.
The Dark Phantom Falcon was a true demon beast of the Demon Clan, and its bloodline was far stronger than that of the Dark Golden Demon Falcon or the Black Demon Mastiff.
“In order to condense the form of any particular demon beast, one must have sufficient knowledge of the beast. But more importantly, a drop of its blood essence is required!”
It was clear that the young man in black robes possessed the bloodline and essence of the Dark Phantom Falcon, making his identity indisputable. He must have a remarkable background within the Divine Sword School.
“Keep going!”
Situ Muyang’s demeanor was calm, but his eyes gleamed with the spirit of battle. His gaze was deep, and his hair had already become disheveled. With his feet stepping on the ethereal shadow of the black bird, he soared into the sky. The black light surged and roared, charging toward Su Yi.
The momentum of this surge was immense, causing sand and stones to scatter and energy to sweep through the air, as if the very void around them was in turmoil.
Su Yi’s expression grew heavy. At this moment, standing beneath the Dark Phantom Falcon, even a cultivator at the Third Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm might not withstand its power. This young man was indeed far from ordinary.
However, Su Yi remained fearless and unmoved as he watched the figure and its ethereal shadow approach with a storm-like momentum. Suddenly, he raised his arm and clenched his fist tightly. A tremendous burst of elemental energy erupted from his fist, surging toward the massive ethereal shadow of the Dark Phantom Falcon.
A burst of radiance exploded outward, and Su Yi’s fist gleamed even brighter. A resounding sound like the merging of wind and thunder followed, carrying an overwhelming sense of authority and pressure, as though an emperor had arrived. The force echoed through the air.
“Clatter…” The force of the clash created a powerful fluctuation in the surrounding space.
In that instant, the Dark Phantom Falcon seemed to sense something. A terrifying gaze radiated from its blood-red eyes.
“Roarrrr…”
The surrounding demon beasts trembled in response, roaring incessantly.
Su Yi’s fist collided with the massive phantom of the Dark Phantom Falcon, triggering an explosive burst of energy. The collision erupted like a violent storm, sending shockwaves through the low altitude.
The phantom of the Dark Phantom Falcon shattered under the force of the impact, and the black light burst out like a black sun in full bloom.
“Crash, crash…” The powerful wind swept through like a storm, stirring up flying sand and rocks, and the space ahead became blurred.
The figure of the black-robed youth disappeared in the chaos, swallowed by the storm.
Su Yi’s figure swayed slightly before stabilizing. His clothes rustled, and his hair danced in the wind. A sense of regal destruction permeated the air.
As the view ahead gradually cleared, a brilliant white light spread, forming a halo that floated in midair, enveloping a figure of extraordinary divinity, radiating a glow of unmatched brilliance.
It was none other than the black-robed youth. However, at that moment, his body was clad in a stunningly bright and immaculate suit of armor.
Piece by piece, the armor enveloped Situ Muyang’s body like feathers, even covering his head, leaving only a small portion of his face exposed. The armor glowed with an ancient aura.
The most peculiar feature was that behind the armor, a pair of white wings emerged—agile, sharp-edged, and shining with a cold radiance.
