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Chapter 1157: The Restless Night Now Calm
Chapter 1157: The Restless Night Now Calm
The Wanderer sensed Chen Chuan approaching from the side. A brilliant light flashed within his body, and he made an equally swift move.
He turned and struck, hitting Chen Chuan's fist with perfect accuracy. The Spiritual Flame from both sides first dissolved and scattered, the air currents burst outward, and their forces clashed with each other.
For Chen Chuan, the slight tremor of his Mutated Tissue was enough to dissipate the force, and he immediately threw another punch.
The current battle was not only about strength and speed but also tested their skills, endurance, and coordination.
Since both were moving at high speeds, their attacks had to be synchronized. If either of them slowed down or sped up, even slightly, they might miss each other, and their attacks would fail to connect, and the force would not be transmitted.
However, as the one fleeing, the Wanderer didn't need to worry too much about this. He could avoid Chen Chuan's attacks by constantly changing direction and varying his speed.
This time was no different. When the force came, he twisted his body backward, rolled away, and deflected the force while also dodging the subsequent attacks.
But there was one difference from before. Although he had escaped the Ritual, he had also left behind the scattered Crystal Mist that had surrounded him. Therefore, when facing the Great Bright Light Technique and the Great Azure Sky Style, he no longer had those things to share the damage or dissipate the force field. Instead, other changes occurred in his body.
During his retreat, clusters of crystals exploded from his body and burned into bursts of fireworks. As he moved at high speed, they were stretched into countless brilliant rainbows.
Chen Chuan could see that this was the Mental Power of the opponent being released into the material world and condensed into new forms.
These were all born from his body, essentially part of him.
Without the energy from the opponent, each release would be a consumption of his own existence.
Therefore, theoretically, as long as he maintained his current intensity of attack, forcing the opponent to be unable to absorb energy or absorb it faster than it was consumed, he could simply keep punching to obliterate him.
The Wanderer was more aware of the danger here than anyone else. So, during the subsequent defense, he used every trick to try to distance himself from Chen Chuan.
However, the purple Mutated Tissue on Chen Chuan's body provided him with a comprehensive enhancement. No matter how the opponent changed his speed or altered his trajectory, Chen Chuan always maintained a consistent pace and accurately captured every movement.
Under such circumstances, every punch and kick he threw could land on the opponent without fail, forcing him to endure the full force.
Under this relentless pressure, the Wanderer had no choice but to enhance himself. He did have the ability to adjust his strength based on the opponent's strength, but paradoxically, this also came at the cost of his own existence.
At this moment, he was like a pile of burning wood. The faster the fire burned, the brighter it shone, and the closer he was to his end.
In the face of the imminent threat, he could not stop this process; instead, he had to accelerate it. Otherwise, he would be killed in the next moment without waiting for the end.
During the chase and the fight, Chen Chuan had gained a deep understanding of this opponent. After all, the feedback from the collision of forces was always genuine. He gradually discerned the opponent's subtle changes and weaknesses during this process.
Therefore, he did not intend to give his opponent any respite or break, pressing him with a barrage of attacks like a sudden rainstorm.
The Wanderer had no other choice but to continue burning himself. No matter how much he enhanced himself, he could not escape this predicament.
The crystal clusters on his body shattered and disappeared at an incredibly fast rate. In just a few seconds, his originally solid Bodies became ethereal and insubstantial, and the brilliant light on his body visibly dimmed, with no signs of recovery.
A few seconds later, it seemed he had reached his limit. He was a fraction of a second too slow to completely dissipate the force and was sent flying by a direct punch. It appeared he had escaped the battle, but in reality, he had lost the initiative.
Chen Chuan quickly followed up, landing another punch, and then another. The Wanderer, while rolling and moving, barely managed to block, but each punch made him shake violently, and large patches of light on his body shattered and disappeared. At this moment, he looked almost translucent, as if just a few more hits would cause him to dissipate.
At this critical moment, sensing the imminent threat of death, a furnace seemed to be burning inside the Wanderer, or sparks flickering beneath the ashes. In the instant it lit up, an extremely brilliant light emerged, illuminating the sky like daylight. The air behind him seemed to shatter, revealing a few streaks of blinding light.
The Rift was torn open at this moment!
The Wanderer's two shimmering eyes then fixed on him.
Chen Chuan keenly realized that the opponent, seeing no possibility of escaping his fist, had decided to put forth all his strength, burning everything to the ground, and fight to the death. From the scorching heat and the bright light emanating from the other side, he could sense that the opponent's power had instantly reached its absolute peak, and he had even forcibly borrowed some energy from elsewhere.
Then let's decide this with one punch!
His foot exploded with force, and he clenched his fingers, rushing forward to meet the punch. Under the full power of the purple Mutated Tissue, his aura surged even higher at that moment! A white-golden blaze gathered at the tip of his fist.
This punch contained no technique, no force; it was pure, raw power!
The next moment, the two fists collided. It was as if two colossal mountains had smashed into each other. At the point of contact, a brilliant halo of spiritual flame suddenly exploded in the air, rippling outward in circles.
Both sides remained locked in a fist-to-fist struggle, maintaining their striking poses in mid-air.
After a while, a faint cracking sound was heard. Cracks appeared on Wanderer's arm, and small fragments began to break off. Soon, similar cracks appeared all over his body.
The situation worsened, with larger and more numerous fragments floating away from his body. In just a moment, only a shattered, barely human form remained, with only one intact fist still pressing forward.
At that moment, Chen Chuan lightly shook his fist, like toppling the final pillar. With one shake, Wanderer completely disintegrated, his entire body turning into a cascade of shimmering stardust.
In the scattered light dust, he noticed a faint, flickering light. This object was resonating strangely with the Rift that had not yet fully closed.
He had engaged with such beings multiple times and knew that they usually had a core. Only by destroying the core could they be truly eliminated.
So he reached out and grasped the hilt of the Xuejun Blade, which was floating beside him.
This ends here.
In the next instant, a snow-white cold light sliced through the night sky and struck the object. There was a sharp crack, and something shattered. As the blade swept past, the Rift behind it was also erased.
At that moment, he felt a vibration from the Xuejun Blade, as if it had absorbed something. Without further inspection, he turned and sheathed the blade with a resounding clang.
The red sash on the hilt fluttered in the air.
He slowly released the hilt and watched the shattered stardust dissipate in the wind.
He slowly turned around and glanced in the direction of Central City. From the start of his battle with Cavinton to the elimination of Wanderer, only a little over five minutes had passed.
Theoretically, the Old Emperor should also be attempting to break through over there.
But that was none of his concern. Killing Cavinton and Wanderer was only because these two were involved with the other world. As long as they existed, their next step would inevitably be to open a Rift.
As a member of the Purity Sect, it was his duty to eliminate such threats. The rest were not within his scope of concern.
Before he and Wanderer flew out of Central City, the Old Emperor had quickly entered the Ancient Museum. The Ritual being interrupted by the two of them caused more Mutated Tissue to drift toward him.
In terms of quantity, about half had gathered, but if this continued, he would be discovered.
He couldn't do that yet, not until his plan was complete.
Due to Cavinton's Aberrant Power suction, all the guards and combat creatures around the museum had fallen, even the combat puppets were slumped, seemingly lifeless.
Although the puppets used artificial Mutated Tissue, they still contained some biological materials, and in the face of Cavinton's Aberrant Power, they were also classified as living beings, unable to escape. It could be said that not even a single insect remained in the vicinity. If on the same level and not deliberately spared by Cavinton, nothing could escape.
Even some of the biological exhibits inside the museum were affected, with the more severe ones completely ruined. Everything was affected, but this made it easier for him to search.
As he walked in, his expression suddenly changed, and he headed toward a particular exhibition hall. Soon, he saw a display case illuminated by lights, containing a gem-encrusted cross-shaped longsword, a crimson and gold robe with rose and lily patterns, an octagonal crown studded with pearls and gems, a golden spiral cross scepter, a long chain, a coronet, gloves, and other items.
These were all the things he wore before his capture.
As he approached, these items seemed to cheer and beckon him, as if asking to be released.
A smile curled at the corners of his lips. So they were here.
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Chapter end
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