With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

Chapter 1167: Chapter 701: Surprise, Hard Power Gap, and the Most Popular Playstyle! (Part 2)

For those aiming for the top ten, or even harboring ambitions to claim the First Generation title, Arthur’s current performance is undoubtedly a major threat to them.

At this moment, more than five billion people worldwide are watching the replay of this duel.

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Amidst the clouds and pavilions, immortal mists lingered, and the sunset glowed with golden brilliance.

The map and celestial phenomena of the duel between the two are filled with classical Oriental aesthetics.

Arthur and Markiev are both fourth-tier experts, mastering magnet flight ability, now hovering and confronting each other mid-air on opposite sides.

Arthur, still dressed as a knight, held a lance in his right hand, his momentum surged like black flames, fiercely confronting Markiev, who was gripping a giant battle axe with both hands.

"Arthur’s momentum has grown stronger..."

Chen Zhiming, Liao Huo, Wang Chongyi, Kolby, Thomas, Bajinke, and other masters, even Meng Chuan who had just returned from studying in the competition, all appeared more solemn seeing this scene.

"Arthur follows the source energy evolution style, which, in a nutshell, is a kind of magnetic field, rooted in momentum.

Thus, Arthur’s use of momentum might not be inferior to mine, and possibly more exquisite than Martial Arts Momentum due to his focused path.

If he continues to win, his momentum will grow heavier and increasingly difficult to handle..."

Liao Huo observed and muttered quietly.

His inner self is not as rugged as it appears, in truth, it is refined within roughness.

"Let me see what exactly is the Law under the branch of Destruction..."

Meng Chuan stopped his contemplation about cells and watched the match earnestly.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan pondered something.

If he can defeat Arthur in the mental world, could he incorporate the laws mastered by the opponent into the [Tao Heart Planting Demon] like the previous [Soul Devour]?

Since they are both branch laws under Destruction, it should be possible.

But limited by the mental world, Arthur’s physique cannot enter it like his, which Meng Chuan isn’t sure about.

If it could be done, it would be quite comfortable.

Meng Chuan could feel the divine power exerted by the laws mastered by Arthur, which is rather formidable, almost capable of instant killing.

Such power, he must acquire.

Though he can’t currently use the power of [Soul Devour], it doesn’t hurt to occupy it for now...

Waiting for his research to bear fruit, finding the critical step in the Cultivation Law, which is the cell mutation pattern corresponding to the laws.

That would be the true "Daoist and Magic Dual Cultivation"...

As he pondered, the two moved.

Meng Chuan switched to double slow-motion playback, carefully watching the match.

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"Stick, watch out for my axe, one strike can cleave you in half."

Markiev’s Blizzard axe erupted in a frost-blue radiance, and as he spoke, the lingering clouds and mist condensed into ice crystals, whipping up a blizzard, and his sharp eyes with black pupils and blue irises were locked onto Arthur.

Arthur smiled faintly and said:

"Try hitting me first, you clumsy Russian bear."

"Hmph..."

With a muffled snort, Markiev instantly swung his axe through the air, turning the sky from golden-red to ice blue.

The faintly visible blizzard roared past first, solidifying more and more in the process, while he himself charged out, his figure blurred amidst the blizzard, and when the giant axe swung again, a white armored bear several hundred meters tall leaped out, mixed in with the blizzard to attack Arthur.

Boom!!!

The dozens of pavilions between the two exploded one after another, the giant axe’s shadow like a howling hurricane, together with the storm and the giant bear, crashed past Arthur.

Everyone held their breath.

Such a violent offensive, it’s no wonder Markiev ranks eighth on the Generational List; few can withstand it.

Arthur’s figure suddenly blurred, yet eerily appeared beside Markiev, his lance-wielding right arm thrusting out like a phantom, targeting Markiev’s face.

Markiev reacted just as quickly, reversing the axe to block horizontally, the massive force exploding from the lance tip sent him flying backward, Arthur like an afterimage followed up close, with the lance raining down like raindrops, the clash and collision shattered the cloud clusters, the two fought from the sky down to the ground, Arthur swiftly took the upper hand, pressing the extremely strong Markiev!

Brown streaks streamed along the lance tip collisions, swirling around Arthur, attacking Markiev all over again.

Markiev’s expression was particularly grim at this moment.

He had watched Arthur’s duel with Mu Nianxin, thus more cautious.

Silently accumulating power, urging a True Gang to surround the axe blade, one axe sweeping, one axe blocking and defending.

Screech——

The lance tip scraped across the axe back like a drill, emitting long sparks, then like a poisonous snake drilled into the gaps of the axe surface.

Seizing the opportunity, Arthur’s arm drew back and thrust forward, instantly piercing through Markiev’s shoulder blade.

In an instant, blood dyed half of his body red.

The retreating Markiev pressed one hand on his wound, a frost-blue radiance gathering, the injured shoulder blade starting to frost over, he showed an incredulous look.

"Too cumbersome, too slow! You, like those power-type contestants from Great Chu, are no different from bears; how can you engage in combat this way?"

Arthur flicked the lance tip, the sky full of brown streaks condensed abruptly, converging on the lance tip, making the originally dark red lance edge even more profound.

"Roar!!!"

Feeling insulted, Markiev let out a long roar toward the sky, transforming into a Blizzard bear and pounded, Arthur’s figure flashed again.

Boom!

Markiev, deeply immersed in anger, missed again with this strike, Arthur had already stood atop him, thrusting the formidable lance straight into Markiev’s body through his head.

The flesh which could withstand missile strikes, the frost-overwhelming True Gang, all failed to defend against this strike.