Chapter 1191: Chapter 1191: Clash of Strength
Compared to Pei Yan, Saraf was equally shocked when Pei Yan knocked him out with a single punch just now. He attributed it all to being caught off guard by a sneak attack. But this time, he was fully prepared, yet in this pure power clash that he had been quite confident in, he found that he only held a slight advantage, which made him truly begin to take this opponent before him seriously.
"Interesting!" Pei Yan, now mechanized, spoke as his concave fist returned to normal. He bent his body into an attack posture, and the next moment, he disappeared from his original spot.
Bang!
A loud crash echoed again as Pei Yan’s frame was sent flying, but this time he did not pause. As he flew backward, the mechanical engine on his back roared, neutralizing the impact from the collision. Pei Yan dove and charged forward once more.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The entire battlefield was filled with echoes like huge waves hitting a dam. Pei Yan seemed to have taken Saraf on with a vow. Despite having numerous attack methods, he abandoned them all, choosing instead the primitive and most favoured form of the opponent—the power clash, engaging in a relentless strength competition again and again!
"What’s he doing? Doesn’t he have many attack styles? Essence energy? Divine Artifact Fusion! And those bizarre mechanical techniques of his. Why? Why engage Saraf in this pure power contest? He doesn’t have much advantage!" Phoenix, the Clan Leader of the Fire Phoenix Race, hurriedly came over after settling the chaos within the Dragon Palace and exclaimed incredulously as he looked at the battle on the field, devoid of beauty and skill.
"Grandfather, that guy’s a bit peculiar," Golden Phoenix Feather said as she playfully jumped onto Phoenix’s back. Despite his usual stern exterior in front of outsiders, the old clan leader effortlessly supported his beloved granddaughter. Leaning to her grandfather’s ear, she continued, "He’s found an opponent he’s interested in. Pei Yan won’t easily let Saraf go, not until he’s honed his skills to his satisfaction using Saraf as such a good whetstone."
"Little Feather is right. Look, Pei Yan’s power is steadily rising in the clashes!" Nearby, Long Jin pointed towards the battlefield, interjecting.
"But Saraf’s power is also climbing!" Long Taichu worriedly observed the two in collision, "Both awoke from slumber, yet Saraf was sealed for far longer! While sharpening his skills, Pei Yan is also awakening Saraf’s physical memory of past battles. If he continues like this, can he truly accomplish the mission given to him by Ancestral God?"
Long Jin chuckled bitterly, shaking his head at the words, "And what can we do to stop him? From my understanding of him at the Sword Discussion Conference, Pei Yan is reasonable if you speak with sincerity and logic. He’s really easy to talk with. But if he refuses to reason...," Long Jin surveyed the entire place, then leaned closer to his father’s ear, whispering, "He could overturn the entire Dragon Realm! Since my teacher entrusted the task to him, I suppose he’d best handle it. If anything goes wrong, it’s not on us!"
"I...," Although his daughter’s points were valid, Long Taichu still hesitated about letting Pei Yan indulge this way. Just then, Golden Phoenix Feather on Phoenix’s shoulder suddenly laughed heartily, clapping her grandfather’s shoulder, "Look, they finally stopped smashing, great! Now we don’t have to watch such a dull fight."
Golden Phoenix Feather’s words brought everyone’s attention back to the battlefield. Just as she said, after Pei Yan and Saraf’s final clash, both retreated, but this time Pei Yan didn’t rush to attack. Instead, he stood still, flexing his slightly twisted mechanical arms, while Saraf did not launch a surprise attack either. In this brief respite, Saraf started healing his body, his proud dragon scales marked by a series of sunken fist prints, with fractures dripped with blood.
"It’s no wonder you once faced Ancestral God for seven days. Your power is indeed remarkable. It appears pure brute force won’t defeat you. After such a prolonged warm-up, we can officially start our battle now." Pei Yan squeezed his shoulder, which still felt slightly sore after recovery, grimaced and spoke. It’s a side effect of advancement, which previously prevented him from feeling pain during his mechanical state, but as he progressed and refined his mechanisms’ integration, merging perfectly with mechanical abilities, it strengthened him. Yet now, even in mechanical form, he retained the tactile sense of ordinary human status. This change left Pei Yan with mixed emotions.
Utilizing his powerful self-healing ability, Saraf recovered most external injuries in a short time. He wanted to counter Pei Yan’s arrogant words with mockery, but the recent battle made him clearly realize that his opponent was not exaggerating. This person’s performance just now should be merely the tip of the iceberg of his true strength.
"Ready? Here I come!"
Before Pei Yan’s voice faded, he vanished from his original spot. Spatial Teleportation? Yes, he exhibited outstanding spatial manipulation ability when dealing with the Blood Poison Giant earlier; teleportation should not be a problem for him!
Understanding this, Saraf heightened his defense to the extreme, releasing essence energy to keenly sense everything around him. The next moment, a faint space ripple from behind immediately caught his attention, twisting back with a sweep of his claw! Missed? Did he misjudge? No, on his right side!
A sudden whistling sound beside him exposed Pei Yan’s location. Saraf raised his elbow to protect his vital parts, swinging a punch as he turned, only catching a glimpse of a blur, missing again!
So fast! Saraf instinctively admired the opponent’s speed while feeling pain from a strike on his left side. In the blink of an eye, Pei Yan had darted to his left, prompting Saraf to react and counter again. Still missing, Pei Yan now flashed in front, delivering an uppercut to Saraf’s chin. Such a vulnerable spot taking a heavy hit left Saraf bleeding from the mouth and nose, groaning as he staggered backwards.
"Look! It’s starting! It’s starting! Pei Yan’s begun his performance! Look at that swift body technique!" Golden Phoenix Feather clapped her grandfather’s shoulder, exclaiming with excitement at Pei Yan’s relentless attack, turning Saraf into an overwhelmed punchbag.
"Indeed, very fast!" At this moment, Golden Phoenix Feather’s grandfather, Jin He Xuan, renowned for his speed as the Clan Leader of the Golden-winged Roc Race, approached Phoenix. The two elders nodded to each other in greeting, as Jin He Xuan took up his granddaughter’s words, marveling.
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