Chapter 97: Chapter 97
Allen’s spear was like a child wielding a mere kitchen knife against a true god of war—an emblem of savagery attempting to pierce divine defense.
"Ethan, watch your moves!" Allen bellowed as he charged like a cannonball, the spear dragging the ground and sparking bright flashes like lightning bolts.
The distance closed rapidly, ten feet, five feet, his figure condensed into a whirlwind of deadly intent.
Abruptly, Allen raised his arms, and with a swift reversal, flipped the spear behind him and caught it in front of his chest. He slashed downward fiercely.
The spear was a force of nature—engulfed in rolling flame spiritual power, it pressed like a volcanic avalanche towards Ethan.
Calm and unflustered, Ethan’s eyes fixed on the incoming assault, and with a flick of his body, he slid sideways.
Allen’s spear struck the ground with a violent impact, gouging a deep hole where it landed.
But Allen was relentless—he swept the spear in a wide arc, trails of flame carving bright embers in the air.
Ethan dropped low, ducking the sweeping fire with grace born from countless battles.
"You only know how to dodge, loser!" Allen sneered, though there was brewing frustration beneath his bravado.
Unfazed, Ethan chuckled quietly, planting one foot firmly on the ground while snapping the other foot upward toward the spear’s arc.
Allen barely had time to react before an invisible force slammed into his spear.
"Damn! What power!"
His grip faltered; the spear slipped from his trembling hands and spun wildly into the sky.
Allen leapt, swiftly catching the spear mid-flight amidst gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Then, raising his other hand, he called out loudly.
"Advanced spiritual technique: Flame Wandering Dragon!"
In the blink of an eye, Allen condensed blazing spiritual energy into his palm.
With a resounding slap of his hand, the condensed flame spiritual energy coalesced into an illusory fire dragon that surged downwards with terrifying velocity.
The temperature rose instantly in the arena, hot, suffocating flames licking the air. The roar of the dragon’s descent echoed like thunder, drowning out cries from the spectators.
Ethan tilted his head to watch the fiery beast plummet. A smile crept across his face. "Impressive."
He did not dodge or flee; instead, he pressed a palm toward the descending fire dragon, his eyes shining with calm resolve.
The scene ignited a roar of shock throughout the arena.
"Damn, is he crazy? He’s going to resist a top-tier advanced spiritual technique with just his body?"
"No physical Cultivation, no matter how strong, can withstand such a force. And Allen is nearly at the peak of the Soul Formation Realm!"
"Senior Brother Ethan!"
Liana rose to her feet, her hands clenched tightly, worry etched across her delicate face.
The assembled disciples wore solemn expressions—Ethan’s audacity appeared foolhardy beyond reason.
Yet, despite the arrogance, the impossible nature of such a feat made it difficult for them to understand or dismiss outright.
"Ethan is reckless!" Seraphina’s voice dripped with cold disdain.
"Too rash!" Elden clicked his tongue in frustration, pinching the armrest of his chair.
A flicker of cyan light gleamed in Edwin’s eyes as he studied Ethan with the sharp clarity that only experience affords.
"Is he mad?" Edwin mused silently. "Or does he possess an unshakable confidence?"
Althea’s eyes narrowed as she watched intently from afar.
Allen, anger roiling through him, bellowed, "Ethan—how dare you resist my spiritual arts with your body! Death is certain!"
With this, Allen lunged from the ground, spear poised to strike decisively.
"Ethan, prepare to die!"
But before Allen could finish, his expression shifted abruptly.
Ethan, unflinching, had grasped the descending fire dragon with one hand, tearing it violently apart with the other, his movements fluid and overwhelming.
Allen’s pupils constricted, shock pulsing through him as he watched his magnificent flame dragon split in half in a spray of sparks.
"How can this be?!" His voice rose in disbelief.
Quickly regaining composure, Allen flung his spiritual energy into his spear. The weapon surged with renewed power, its speed and intensity increasing exponentially.
In a blink, Allen’s figure blurred into a shadow as he surged forward with terrifying velocity.
"Try to dodge this!" Allen roared, spear aimed for Ethan’s face.
Spectators still reeling from Ethan’s destruction of the flame dragon barely had time to react.
Ethan smirked coolly. "Not fast enough."
Just as Allen’s spear neared his face, Ethan vanished—a flash so swift that no eye could track him.
Gasps echoed through the martial arts arena.
Allen’s anger boiled as he realized Ethan had already leapt high into the air above the firelight.
"Bang!"
The sound of spear striking stone reverberated through the arena.
Allen stared in disbelief at the cracked stone where his spear had embedded itself—his lethal strike foiled by unseen speed.
His senses raced as he felt a sudden crushing pressure.
Looking down, he caught sight of Ethan, expressionless and calm—standing atop the very head of his spear, one foot planted like an emperor’s resting stride.
The spear bent visibly under the tremendous force of Ethan’s weight.
Allen’s eyes twitched with disbelief. "How much power does he have?"
His weapon was an exceptional top-grade spiritual weapon, forged with spiritual materials and refined by the sect’s masters. Yet here it was, bent as if molded of clay beneath Ethan’s foot.
Ethan met Allen’s furious gaze with icy contempt. Without a word, he awaited the next move.
Anger erupted through Allen as his veins bulged beneath his skin, his arms trembling like a coil about to snap.
"Ethan, prepare to die!"
He yanked his spear free violently.
Ethan sprang lightly to the ground, his steps delicate like a dragonfly skimming water.
Allen, breathing hard, tightened his grip and fixed his gaze on the unmoving figure before him.
He dared not underestimate Ethan’s lightning-fast reflexes. One moment’s hesitation could cost him the match.
Their battle, a furious collision like lightning and fire, pulsated through the arena—every strike and dodged blow echoing as vivid spectacle and proof of peerless talent.
Each combatant edged away momentarily to regain breath and focus.
The hushed crowd buzzed anew, the tension giving way to excited whispers.
"Is this what a battle between top talents looks like?"
"Top genius on both sides!"
"Ethan’s prowess is truly astonishing... but Allen’s soul-forming spear intent shines brilliantly too."
"Though Allen has the prototype spear intent, Ethan’s calm and relaxed demeanor shows he holds back. Allen is already showing signs of wear."
More and more talk swirled as the audience parsed every move and breath of the combatants.
Atop the highest viewing platform, the peak masters gazed down in heavy silence.
Seraphina’s slender hands clenched beneath her sleeves. Ethan’s performance had astounded her, far beyond prior expectations. Even Lilith’s calm complexion betrayed the tension beneath.
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