Dong Wanming's gaze was like fire. He finished speaking, then with a light tap of his foot, swiftly mounted the ring to face Chris.
Seeing this, the announcer swallowed nervously, grabbed his microphone, and scrambled off the ring.
"Dong Wanming of the Holy Heart Sect."
Dong Wanming stated calmly. The mont he stepped into the ring, the entire venue fell silent, leaving the space to the Fighters within.
"Last ten seconds, and I'll consider it your win."
Chris said, his expression unchanged, seemingly indifferent to who his opponent was.
"I don't need a victory born of charity. Co at with your full strength. Show what you're truly capable of."
"Let's begin."
Dong Wanming lowered his eyes, his Spirit drawn deep within. His heartbeat, his blood flow—everything seed to grind to a halt. The eyes he had tempered through years of Cultivation, staring directly into the midday sun, were now hidden beneath his lids.
At this mont, he was like a silent, black night.
"A little interesting."
Chris nodded, a subtle shift in his eyes.
He could sense that while his opponent appeared perfectly calm, everything within him was coiled and ready to spring, like a spring compressed to its absolute limit.
Once that stored energy was unleashed, it would undoubtedly be an all-out attack.
A do-or-die gambit.
This told him his opponent truly had no intention of just surviving ten seconds for the win. Just as he'd said, he didn't need a victory handed to him.
True character and pride are only revealed in adversity.
He had to admit, he respected that kind of will and spirit.
However, they stood on opposite sides. His job was to shatter that will completely with overwhelming power.
"What a pity."
Chris said calmly.
BOOM!!
An imnse Life Magnetic Field suddenly erupted from Chris, its intensity countless tis greater than Silva's.
His body temperature plumted. His skin turned deathly pale, losing all color and taking on a morbid appearance.
The shadow beneath him expanded rapidly, enveloping his body and transforming into a distinctive Demon General.
The Demon General stood three to four ters tall. Its full-body black Battle Armor seed coated in azure crystals. Beneath its hertically sealed helt glead a pair of intensely cold, azure eyes. From the Demon General's back, two feathered wings with a total wingspan of over five ters unfurled, spreading wide and exuding a frigid aura.
Unlike Silva's Demon General, which had been just a sharply-defined illusion, Chris's fusion with the Celestial Demon seed far deeper. The Celestial Demon Illusion he summoned was incredibly solid, its details vivid and lifelike.
The audience saw the demonic figure, like a Fallen Angel, and could feel its power even through their screens.
The surrounding magnetic field churned as the ambient temperature plumted.
As Chris's opponent, Dong Wanming felt the effects most keenly. His Life Magnetic Field was irresistibly affected, triggering a cascade of physical changes.
His internal temperature plunged. The hypothermia caused his muscles to spasm and twitch, impairing his ability to exert power. His reaction ti slowed, his consciousness rapidly blurred, and the cold felt as if it could freeze his very soul.
Chris's physical anomaly allowed him to lower his body temperature to extre levels. This not only affected his opponents but also vastly increased his own stamina.
After further rging with the Celestial Demon within him, he had gained the terrifying ability to manipulate the surrounding Natural Magnetic Field to lower the ambient temperature, and to reduce a creature's body temperature by influencing its Life Magnetic Field.
Anyone unable to resist this field, who simply stood there and endured it, would have their body temperature drop below ten degrees Celsius within ten seconds. Even a peak Martial Artist would completely lose the ability to move, and could even die.
'Such powerful influence.'
Dong Wanming took a deep breath.
'No wonder he was so arrogant about the ten seconds. Without so way to resist, my physical functions would be weakened by over eighty percent in that ti. How could I possibly be his match?'
'I have to strike now!'
At that mont, spurred by his opponent's pressure, Dong Wanming's consciousness contracted to its absolute limit.
In that instant, it was as if all his senses ceased to function.
Utter darkness.
Coldness, loneliness, the unknown, terror, and the bone-piercing chill from his opponent's power.
This was the endless night, the darkest hour.
'In the endless night, when is the darkness at its deepest?'
'It is just before the first ray of dawn.'
His will steeped itself in history, as if sinking deep into the darkness of human civilization.
Oppression, brutality, cold, and fear.
And his purpose was to shatter this profound darkness—to beco the first ray of light in the world.
The Assassin's Path: to dare to be first, to serve as an example for the world with the righteous courage of one man, to awaken the sleeping masses from within the cold and the dark.
An assassin brings not rely "death," but "hope."
This was the truth he had grasped after his last battle with Feimura Masayuki—a realization born from imrsing his consciousness in the history of Donghua and comprehending the Mystical Technique of Feimura Masayuki's "Living Sword."
'A heart bent on killing can only muster courage for a mont. Only a heart that holds hope can never give up.'
'This technique... I will call it "Dawn."'
In this darkest hour, Dong Wanming's lowered eyes snapped open. A dazzling radiance returned to his pupils, like the first ray of light to pierce the darkness.
It was a technique of unrestrained explosive power, enhancing all his bodily functions, even pushing them beyond the limits of what he could endure!
His Life Magnetic Field flared, briefly pushing back the influence of Chris's field. Rushing blood rapidly raised his body temperature, restoring his physical functions.
With a light tap of his feet, he shot forward like an arrow, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes as he ford his fingers into a sword for a peerless thrust.
In that mont, he was the light, and Chris and the Starry Sky Country delegation were the darkness he was destined to pierce.
Faintly, amid the clash of these imnse montums, a peculiar sensation began to brew within him, gathering and waiting to erupt.
"You want to be the sun in the sky? Too bad you don't have the Power!"
At that, Chris's eyes flew wide open.
His body shot forward to et Dong Wanming, while behind him, the form of the Demon General vibrated its wings and took flight!
"Ice Amber!!"
Chris thrust his palm fiercely toward Dong Wanming.
The vast magnetic field imdiately crushed down. In an instant, it forcibly suppressed the imnse will that was about to erupt from within Dong Wanming, once again breaking through the magnetic shackles he had just shattered with "Dawn."
Dong Wanming felt as if everything around him had frozen solid. His physical functions plumted, his reaction speed dropped, his thoughts froze, and his senses failed him.
In that mont, he was like an insect frozen solid within a lake.
The fire and light that had burst forth from his heart were once again replaced by an eternal, unlting cold. That profound and mystical sensation was brutally cut short.
It had nothing to do with willpower. This was simply a matter of being crushed by sheer power.
It was like a Boxer, charging with suicidal intent, against a squad of soldiers ard with heavy weaponry.
By the ti his consciousness returned, Chris's icy face was right in front of him, a palm striking swiftly forward.
BAM!!
The palm struck his chest. The imnse force vibrated through his body, shattering his bones and rupturing his organs.
SPLURT!!
A spray of blood erupted from his mouth as his body was thrown backward, crashing hard onto the ground.
Chris neither dodged nor flinched, letting the blood spray across his face, making his handso features look savage.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
In the next mont, the blood on his skin actually made a sound as it froze solid from his body's extre cold. With a slight twitch of his skin, it flaked off and shattered on the ground like ice shards.
And yet his face remained perfectly clean, as cold and impassive as ice.
"In my presence, you cannot be the sun in the sky."
Chris said impassively. He didn't spare another glance for the fallen Dong Wanming, instead turning his gaze back to the Donghua team's seating area.
"Last ten seconds, and I lose. Who's next?"
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