The crisp sound of the cha stepping onto the platform was like a battle drum, each beat hamring on the hearts of Moira and her two companions. With every word Pei Yan spoke and every step he took forward, the pressure intensified by threefold.
"Originally, this was a personal vendetta between Moira, Flal, and , unrelated to you and with no intention of opposing you. But since you have made such a vow against , I must also inform you! Whether in the past or the future, anyone who threatens my life will et a grim fate, and so will you! Today, you will perish here, and afterward, your companions will face the sa fate, all because of the challenge you issued to today!" With his words just finished, blades popped out from the outer sides of Pei Yan's arms, and his figure flickered, disappearing from the spot.
"Strengthen your minds! He was using the power of fear to influence our will just now!" Battle-hardened Lanloste detected sothing unusual in his heart and shouted to remind them.
Upon his words, Moira suddenly ca to her senses, imdiately snapping out of the tense and panicked emotions from before. However, at this ti, Pei Yan had already rushed into the defensive gaps of the Round Table Knights, dashing straight towards her.
"Ice Sealing Technique! Slow Technique! Blaze Burst!" Moira cast three spells in succession, rapidly retreating backward.
"Earth Prison Technique! Rock Confinent!" Lanloste and Lanmalok, one on the left, one on the right, one throwing out a chain condensed by source energy and earth elents, the other thrusting a longsword into the ground, causing stone fragnts to surge following Pei Yan's advancing steps, attempting to trap him within.
"Demon God Transformation!"
With these three words uttered, Pei Yan's entire cha underwent an earth-shattering transformation in an instant. Not only did two demonic horns protrude from his forehead and his body swell by threefold, but the silver-white appearance of the cha turned dark red, and even the smooth surface of the body converted into scale armor resembling dragon scales. The faceplate that covered Pei Yan's head also disappeared, turning into a chanical facial structure, the mouth opening and closing with an endless spew of ink-black source energy.
This was the first ti Pei Yan's entire body, including his brain, transford into a chanical state. The fusion of the pureblood Demon God lineage and the chanical body with the aid of the Demon God chanical Puppet bonus allowed everyone inside and outside to unanimously feel an aura emanating from his whole body, comparable to a Demon God's avatar.
"Damn it! Is he a mber of the Demon Race?"
"What the hell is going on with this world! This is insane! What kind of Demon God Transformation is this? I've never seen anything like it!"
Lanmalok watched as Pei Yan gently flicked his body, shattering the source energy chain and breaking free from all restraints, he exclaid in awe alongside Lancelot. The next mont, with a sound like thunder exploding in his ears, he personally experienced Pei Yan's terror.
As the surrounding source energy rapidly depleted under the deathly aura rushing forth, facing the oppressive presence brought by Pei Yan's towering figure, Lanmalok clearly knew his retreat was entirely blocked by the opponent, with no room to back down, he had to brace himself and swing his longsword to et the attack.
Intertwined with deathly aura and flashing lightning, the right claw ca descending from above. As Lanmalok swung his sword, he noticed Pei Yan's left hand lightly waving a small gesture, keenly detecting the faintly visible five source energy threads linked between his fingers. Determinedly, he blocked the claw with his longsword and concentrated his own source energy defense on his right side to resist the cutting of the source energy lines.
"Ugh~ ah!" A muffled cry of pain escaped, Lanmalok's body softened and retreated several steps backward, looking down at the five fine cracks on the left side of his armor that had been split open, realizing his move had been seen through. Just as the source energy lines were about to touch his body, Pei Yan tore a small, barely noticeable spatial rift in the path of the source energy lines, allowing them to pass through and erge from the other side, striking at his weak point.
Lanmalok, without attending to the constant blood seeping from his wound, faced Pei Yan's second attack. Pei Yan advanced, aiming directly at Lanmalok's injured opening, delivering a punch with his claw to the chest.
Boom! The sound of the longsword shattering echoed!
Plop! A mouthful of fresh blood splattered onto Pei Yan's Demon God transford, ferociously contorted face.
The longsword held across the chest was shattered in one fell swoop, the claw effortlessly pierced through the defense and armor, stabbing into the chest. At the last mont, Lanmalok realized Pei Yan's breaking ability. Grasping Pei Yan's arm, he shouted, "He shattered our source energy and armor using high-frequency vibrations! That's how he destroyed our source energy slash!"
"Now is too late to realize!" Admiring Lanmalok for informing his companions with intelligence at the last mont of his life, Pei Yan said with so regret.
"As long as we can kill you, it's not too late!" Lanloste glared fiercely at Pei Yan, throwing the longsword in his hand skyward. As the longsword under the control of source energy flew in a circle mid-air, within a blink, it flew behind Lanloste, and amid the crowd's exclamations, the longsword aid at its master's chest and brutally stabbed downward.
"Holy Sword!" As the longsword pierced through its master, as it erged from the body, it seed to draw out all of Lanloste's energy. Enshrouded in a terrifying sword aura, the longsword emitted a dazzling brilliance as Lanloste laboriously lifted his finger aid at Pei Yan, prepared to strike him through with a single sword stroke at any mont.
At this mont, Pei Yan wanted to dodge but found himself firmly pinned in place by Lanmalok. This man before him clung tightly to Pei Yan's arm piercing his chest, using all his remaining strength to seal the surrounding space and apply source energy compression to Pei Yan's entire body, preventing him from escaping into a mist form to evade the attack.
"Line of Destiny! Destiny Spindle. Chaos Net!" Moira knew this was her last chance to turn the tides of the match, a chance bought at the cost of three Round Table Knights' lives, and she had to seize it. Therefore, she risked being punished afterward for violating the match rules by taking out a Divine Artifact her teacher gave her, which held significant weight in the Magic Realm, only allowing her to borrow for use without permitting fusion.
Holding the spindle, Moira accelerated the formation of the Line of Destiny, and within a breath, an invisible Net of Destiny was woven. The sole purpose of taking such a significant risk this ti was to place Pei Yan in a mortal situation!
The situation on stage reversed dramatically; the power gathered by Lanloste's Holy Sword caught Pei Yan's attention, but the real threat was not this; what genuinely made Pei Yan wary was the Line of Destiny, sothing that even Lin Junzhao was extrely cautious of. Since absorbing the power of the Demon God's fear, Pei Yan clearly realized that the Line of Destiny contained a part of the original power within the origin body itself.
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