Shoulders, chest, waist, hips, thighs... His physique was the very definition of the golden ratio.
Broad shoulders, shark muscles, a greyhound waist, rmaid lines... All the body traits n dream of, he possessed in perfection.
His body was pure and flawless. Even the most minuscule pathogenic factors in his bloodline had been thoroughly eradicated. He even emitted a faint, subtle fragrance.
It was likely that not many n like Byron, with such perfect physiques, could be found in the entire world, let alone among the degenerated and mutated Ancient God’s Chosen Races.
SLURP.
GULP.
The young n and won around had long given up on their nuptial trials and rushed out to watch the battle. At the thrilling sight, many noblewon swallowed their saliva so loudly it beca a chorus.
The way the n had looked at the Succubus Princess was now how the won looked at Byron, also a Night Demon.
Xinji Roca realized that even his beloved Princess Perta was no exception. Like the other noblewon, she stared fixedly at the young man opposite her, unwilling to blink. It made Xinji Roca feel as if he had instantly beco nothing but air.
A surge of sourness welled up in his heart. So the Lord of the Celestial Kingdom is nothing special, only a little more handso than , with a slightly better physique, a bit younger, of a higher status, with more noble blood, and a few more subordinates... Strength... Right, his spiritual strength is only Third Order. I must be stronger than him. As long as I’m stronger, I can cover a hundred flaws. If I defeat him, the Princess will surely change her heart and turn to .
With that thought, he was blazing with passion. His spear, thrust with full force, turned into a radiant sun, enveloping Byron who was suspended in midair.
Byron, however, was not at all flustered. He had already assessed his opponent’s strength during their brief skirmish. Most of his strength lies in that one Secret Arcane Art; a direct hit could seriously injure . With the Secret Arcane Art’s help, he’s about 2.6 blue, but take away that Secret Arcane Art, and he’s just an ordinary Fourth Order, at most 2 blue. The skills he’s scraped together through unconventional ans are not worth ntioning compared to my thoroughly tempered Secret Sword Technique. Without Artillery Skills, without any tricks, I can still beat him.
Whistling Deity’s Descent was imdiately deployed at full capacity. Fine bolts of electricity flickered through his hair as his entire being collapsed into a feather-light paper figurine.
Tumbling through the wind, he danced gracefully upon the earth-shattering spear thrusts of his opponent. Not even a giant with the power to split mountains could touch a corner of his clothes.
At tis he curled into a ball, bouncing repeatedly around the giant, suddenly on the left, then on the right, leaving his opponent dazed and confused.
Sotis he would suddenly swell into a five-ter giant rivaling the Son of the Sun. His spear, sharp and fierce, sought a short-lived but unhealable breach in his opponent’s fire-elent body, a weakness revealed by Divine Sight.
[Mystic Art: Finger Lance]
Like fingerprints, every Self God within a person is unique.
Born from the Self, the body god is a miraculous representation of absolute, unfettered free will—soaring freely, able to expand and contract, to be long or short, soft or hard, yielding or unyielding.
In any terrain, Byron could unleash 120% of his combat strength.
But considering the upcoming great battle, he refrained from crippling this predestined ally, leaving him only with so superficial wounds.
To the onlookers, this cross-order battle had quietly turned into an exciting bullfight.
The matador, though perhaps not as strong as the bull, toyed with it effortlessly, dancing on its sharp horns in a thrilling and dangerous display.
The noblewon around, especially, watching Byron who could be strong and gentle, large and small, seed to picture scenes that left them blushing. Their gazes at his figure were so intense it was as if they couldn’t wait to "devour" him.
Soon, Xinji Roca, who couldn’t touch Byron no matter what he did, was oozing magma and gasping for air.
He finally beca completely convinced that Byron had deciphered his Secret Arcane Art with just one glance. Byron had never once made contact with his weapon, nor had his feet touched the ground, leaving Xinji Roca’s ripples no dium through which to spread.
But he still couldn’t fathom how Byron had done it. Impossible! My Secret Arcane Art, which took years of hard study, should only be known to . How do you also know its secrets?
Byron looked at the Captain of the Guard, who was montarily dispirited now that his only notable skill had been broken.
Not intending to make an enemy, Byron whispered in a voice only the captain could hear, "Captain Roca, master physics, and you’ll have nothing to fear anywhere in the world. Physics teaches us that the dium for longitudinal waves includes solids, liquids, and gases; for transverse waves, it’s solids. The manifestation of your Secret Arcane Art is a transverse wave. As long as I don’t make direct contact with your weapon, nor remain on the ground, you cannot utilize a solid dium to conduct and unleash those destructive ripples. If I remove the dium, of course, I can remain unscathed."
Byron also knew that, having grasped the principle, he could counter the Secret Arcane Art even more easily. If he activated the Fighting Blood Technique, using his freely transforming blood as a sword, a slight alteration to the weapon’s shape would be enough to break it.
It wasn’t that the opponent’s Secret Arcane Art wasn’t powerful; it was simply a case of the unskilled finding tasks difficult, while the skilled found them easy.
Xinji Roca was stunned. Physics? Solids and liquids are classifications of matter? The dium for longitudinal waves includes solids, liquids, and gases, and for transverse waves, it’s solids? Has such marvelous sorcery knowledge really been mastered by humans outside the Hundred Beasts Garden? HISS!
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