Chapter 1058: Chapter 1058: The Bloodshade’s Problem
Nero indeed lacks the camaraderie mentioned by Ye Ruozai and others, but he is not foolish; he understands the simple principle of lips dying, teeth getting cold in this battle. After dodging Pei Yan’s strafing attacks and seeing Di Xin pinned to the ground, he realized his previous actions were inappropriate. Without time to regret, he dove down to rescue Di Xin from his predicament.
If the power gap between Nero and Pei Yan can be described as a fine line, then the gap between Di Xin and Pei Yan is a chasm. Although his physical condition is excellent among the Children of Origin, in Pei Yan’s eyes, it is still not enough. Thus, pinned to the ground, Di Xin struggles several times but cannot overturn Pei Yan, who mounts him heavily and delivers a furious pounding.
This cannot even be called a fight, more like Pei Yan’s personal venting. He employs many attack methods but uses none, opting instead for the most primitive and direct means, fists pounding solidly onto Di Xin’s cheeks.
Di Xin is both angry and frightened; he never imagined being hit by fists would hurt so much, nor expected that he would be beaten to tears and snots. In terms of strength, he cannot contend with Pei Yan; the surrounding space is sealed by the opponent, making spatial escape impossible. Randomly resisting, his wildly unleashed abilities collide with Pei Yan’s mecha, creating ripples. Having seen such scenes before when sparring with Nero, he understands this is the effect of a high-level defensive array that has been activated. He must launch a stronger attack to possibly hit Pei Yan’s true body.
Just as Di Xin grits his teeth, preparing to strike fiercely, Nero’s reinforcement finally arrives, an ultra-heavy whip leg aiming at Pei Yan’s head and striking down from above. As the whip leg is about to touch Pei Yan’s back head, Di Xin feels the mountain-like weight on him suddenly lightened. In surprise, he hurriedly gets up to leap, but midway through his ascent, a sudden kick hits his abdomen, causing old blood to spurt as he is kicked back to the ground again.
Boom! With a muffled sound, two figures landed. Ignoring Di Xin’s curses from being kicked, Nero looked up at the misty afterimage Pei Yan left after his leg sweep missed. This string of mockery makes Nero ashamed and angry. He shouts, "Pei Yan, where are you running?"
After speaking, he reaches out and grabs Pei Yan’s misty body in mid-air, compressing the misty space with a large amount of source energy to force it into a solid form. Then he strikes with a punch. Pei Yan sees the punch, the corners of his mouth lift, revealing a mocking expression. Next moment, the misty figure in front of Nero disappears again; the mechanical clone Pei San appears before him, an iron fist meets his from above.
On the other side, Ivan, who was fighting with mechanical clones emerging from the spatial rift, suddenly finds himself altered in spatial position as Pei Yan appears before him, replacing the clone.
Ivan’s swung fist is unable to retract, hitting emptily into Pei Yan’s hollow image; the attack he exerted full strength on feels like hitting cotton. The inertia from the impact makes Ivan lose control, helplessly falling toward Pei Yan, where he finds not a warm embrace awaiting him, but a hand that had long been prepared, aimed at his forehead.
"Death Flame Burst!"
A buzzing sound! An iron hand covers his face. As Pei Yan utters those chilling words, black mist invades. Ivan only feels his mind explode with a buzzing sound; panic spreads in his consciousness. As Blood Fiend familiar with diverse negative emotions, this is no stranger to him. He knows this is the Power of the Origin of Fear given to Pei Yan by the Demon God, and amidst this power is a large amount of corrosive death qi, rapidly eroding and accelerating his body’s aging process.
Under the influence of these forces, Ivan’s brain temporarily falls into a coma, losing control of his body as it plunges rapidly. During this time, after Pei Yan swapped positions and countered Nero with a punch, the mechanical clone Pei San took advantage of the punch’s thrust to rapidly retreat. As the two figures brushed past one another, the clone Pei San rotated mid-air, delivering a kick to Ivan’s abdomen, further accelerating his descent.
The falling Ivan encounters Nero, who had intended to pursue post-punch; seeing this, Nero has no choice but to decelerate his pursuit, catching Ivan as they both crash back to the ground.
This round of attacks appears lengthy but actually occurred in a flash; within breaths, the attacks of the three Children of Origin crumbled. After the first round of confrontation, surprisingly, Pei Yan, who was besieged, gained the upper hand. This turn provoked another uproar from the spectators, sparking fierce cheers and discussions.
"Hehehe, Pei Yan is using our Demon Race’s techniques quite skillfully now. In mechanical state swiftly vaporizing, and that Death Flame Burst, Xila, is this also a result of the modification?" The Demon God asked with a smile, watching Pei Yan’s moves on the field from the private room.
"Yes, Father. This modified mecha also integrates our Demon Race’s alchemical methods. As for this so-called Death Flame Burst, it combines your power of fear and a large amount of death qi compressed with source energy, continuously striking into the opponent’s body." Xila spoke, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "I even started to pity the poor soul who got hit. For ordinary cultivators, this blow would be deadly."
Just as Xila mentioned, if assessed by physical injuries, Di Xin was most heavily struck. However, among the three, only Ivan, still supported by Nero, teeters on the brink of consciousness.
"I said, once on the field, use full strength against me. It seems none of you listened!" In mid-air, Pei Yan waved his hand, and the mechanical Pei San vanished into the void again. Then he landed onto a stone pillar, gazing provocatively at the three glaring at him below.
"Hey! Are we mistaken here? Is this guy really that strong? Even the three of us working together got crushed in the first round!" Di Xin rubbed his slowly swelling face, turned to look at Ivan, who just regained consciousness and could stand independently, snorted, "Ivan, show some spine, will you! Don’t act like a wuss, getting sickly after a few hits!"
"Those beaten into a pighead shouldn’t talk to me!" Ivan shook his head forcefully, trying to calm down the damage from the death qi to his brain, sarcastically retorted.
"What did you say?"
"Enough!" Seeing the stance of their angry glares, Nero intervened to halt his companions’ quarreling. Although the two closed their mouths, their faces still showed discontent, Nero knew things couldn’t go on like this. After pondering briefly, he took a deep breath and said solemnly, "The failure of this attack lies with me. You both did well and made no mistakes! Next, we must master the rhythm of the attack!"
