Chapter 1240: Ultimate Techniques
The pocket dimension crumbled in earnest. The spatial locks that Zhu had set up cracked with the intensity of the white light that Li Feng had manifested.
From the depths of the holy radiance, a blood-red explosion suddenly tore apart the light. It radiated outward, dyeing everything red in the process.
Strong though the light might be, it wasn't stronger than Fang Yi's sixfold strike, and only three of Team Zenith's layered defenses had fallen.
Zhang Lie transformed into a dragonwolf with russet fur and limbs covered with a dragon's scales, and a dragon's horns grew out of his forehead.
Li Feng crowed, "I forced you to use your dragonwolf soulshard, Captain! It looks like I really have improved a great deal."
Zhang Lie nodded. "All of you have been improving since the beginning."
"In that case, Captain, are you pleased with my progress?"
"That depends on what you've learned in battle."
Li Feng sighed. "I haven't intuited what you're trying to teach me, Captain."
"Then let's keep fighting!"
"Be careful, Captain. The rest of my techniques that I'll show you are all ultimate techniques, far stronger than anything I've displayed to date!"
"Excellent. Let's see how much you've grown, then."
Zhang Lie unsheathed Guicang, preparing to get serious himself.
"[The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate]!"
Li Feng struck with his sword. A river of holy light seemed to trail behind him, and arclight dragons could be seen amidst the light. The source of the river was a pair of ornate doors. As those doors opened up, countless arclight dragons poured out from behind the doors, forming a concentrated river of light.
Suddenly, with a flash, that white light was bisected.
Zhang Lie's attack was merely a thin line, but it felt as though countless whirlwinds of sword energy were manifesting before him. The holy dragons that had been summoned in a dense horde were obliterated in bursts of white light.
The white light shot out all around like sharp blades. Millions of holy dragons transformed into millions of blades, more concentrated than even raindrops in a storm.
Zhang Lie revolved in mid-air, defending himself with a sword.
"[The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate]!"
Silvery-white genetic energy burst forth as Li Feng raised the sword in his hand high into the air, as though a god were descending on the world.
The entire sky was overshadowed by a silvery-white glow that faced off against the golden light.
Holy hymns began to ring through the air.
The hymns seemed to pierce straight through the soul, until the onlookers felt suddenly at ease, as though there was no strife with which to concern themselves.
Zhang Lie's soul was exceptionally strong, his will resolute, and he was wholly unaffected.
Like waves, the silver glow pulsed forward, lapping the shore, sounding like peals of thunder, like stampeding hooves. Each silver wave morphed into an arclight dragon, soaring through the air.
The surface of the sea frothed with angry waves, like dragons emerging with the tide.
Countless arclight dagons soared through the sky, which thundered amidst forks of white lightning. It looked as though a holy world were forming in the sky.
Li Feng struck. A holy storm raged around him. Sword energy manifested as trailing dragons. A god descended as the heavens raged, as lightning forked through the air.
Li Feng's blade arced through the air and landed like a heavenly tribulation. Thousands of holy dragons smote the solar king's forces,
The crackling of thunder covered up the sound of hymns, as though it was a requiem for the world...
"[The Boundless Blade: the River Lethe]!"
Zhang Lie raised the blade in his hand high into the air, encircled by black genetic energy. The temperature of the air dropped to sub-zero values, and a strong wind buffeted the two combatants present. Blood-colored frost appeared around them.
An underworld river materialized in the air. As though the doors to hell had just been thrown open, tens of thousands of serpents rushed out in a flood like thousands of courageous soldiers attacking in force.
Holy light flashed like lightning. The holy dragons danced madly through the air. White sword energy formed a holy storm as Zhang Lie found himself being suppressed for the first time. His black serpents could be endlessly regenerated, but Li Feng's slash somehow seemed to be of a higher tier than Zhang Lie's. Zhang Lie couldn't help but be startled.
The current formed by millions of black serpents was chopped up into small fragments; [The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate] was dozens, even hundreds of times stronger, than the last technique Li Feng had executed.
Pitch-black energy exploded from Zhang Lie as though a demon were descending on the world.Zhang Lie struck once more.
"[The Boundless Blade: the River Lethe]!"
Waves surged forward, sounding like peals of thunder, like stampeding hooves.
The surface of the sea frothed with angry waves, like dragons emerging with the tide. The entire sea roiled, and lightning crackled amidst the void.
Countless serpents swam across the raging sea as lightning flashed ominously overhead, a scene right out of an apocalypse.
As Zhang Lie struck, an underworld river hurtled into existence, roaring into the sea. The sword energy roiled like black waves.
The sea had morphed into a boundless battlefield. The sea breeze was as a horn to action, and the serpents, thousands of courageous soldiers heeding its call.
The entire world was covered in flashes of light and darkness, which clashed in the center of the pocket dimension.
The two techniques formed a surprising pair: it was evident that Li Feng's [The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate] was meant to be a counterpart of Zhang Lie's [The Boundless Blade: the River Lethe], but Li Feng had refined his version of the technique until it was all his own.
The netherworld river and holy storm clashed with each other, as did their draconic counterparts. Holy lightning struck black waves; the clash between heaven and hell caused the pocket dimension to tremble, as though it were undergoing a severe tribulation.
The clash between Zhang Lie's black serpents and Li Feng's holy lightning caused the serpents to continuously explode and regenerate.
In a clash of techniques with the same origin, however, Zhang Lie could hardly lose.
Eventually, the netherworld river overwhelmed the horde of holy dragons, the lightning, and the holy storm. Zhang Lie's netherworld river triumphed over all.
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