Chapter 1437: Whoever is Unluckier |
The Stargod elders considered Xing Yu carefully.
"You should know very well what it means to attune to more stones of starlit fate, as well as how difficult it will be."
Xing Yu nodded seriously. "The reason that the only true Starlit Legend has been that grandmaster of the Stargods from history is the stunning difficulty in attuning to more stones of starlit fate. Each additional stone is twice as hard to incorporate, and failure implies death."
The Stargod elder asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
"I used to be, but not anymore. Rather than death, what I worry about more is being single-handedly suppressed by that opponent of mine when we meet again. I need to catch up and seize victory the next time."
The Stargod elder laughed. "Haha, very good. It looks like allowing you to participate in the Galactic Rising Stars Cup was the right decision, after all. This bearer of the stone of starlit fate has been a tremendous positive influence."
Another Stargod elder laughed. "It's the nature of fate, after all. You're destined to be opponents, which will spur both of you onward."
Xing Yu clenched his fists tightly. "Just you wait, legend of counteracting fate. The next time we meet, I'll prove that I'm the true Starlit Legend!"
The virtual arena was quickly restored as Yang Ze confidently walked up to the arena.
"You?!"
His opponent was very shocked to see him.
Upon hearing his opponent's voice, Yang Ze was initially confused. He didn't understand how his opponent knew him—but when he thought about it more carefully, he made an expression of surprise. "It's you!"
His opponent cracked his fingers as he strode forward, accompanied by a gale wind and crackling lightning. Rain fell around them both, and the ground began to crack.
"I told you we'd better not meet in battle, didn't I?"
Yang Ze had never expected fate to play such tricks on him. His opponent was the man he had argued with while spectating Li Feng's match.
"You really are unlucky to have encountered me."
"It's too early to say who the unlucky one is, don't you think?"
His opponent struck, sending a fist punching forward.
Yang Ze stood where he was. He met the fist with a hand. Both smashed into each other in ripple after ripple of energy. Heaven and earth shook, and the voice began to tremble.
Their initial confrontation had been one of shocking strength. Zhang Lie frowned and asked, "Who's the opponent? He looks rather strong."
The spectator replied, "He's considered one of the promising challengers for the Cup. I think he's called Chang Sheng."
Sparks flew all over as the two cultivators' fists met once more. Like a phoenix undergoing rebirth, the explosion gave way to countless resplendent runes.
The spectators' ears hurt. Their eyes were scorched by the intense light, and their senses were all distorted. They were forced to narrow their eyes and seal their hearing, lest they be hurt from spectating the fight.
Yang Ze clenched his fist tightly. It glowed with light. His long hair was scattered around his shoulders, his gaze bright and frightening. Blue genetic energy gathered around him as space vibrated. The ripples spread out over his arm. He flicked his wrist.
Gale winds formed as mirrored light spread around him. Pale-blue genetic energy shot out from him in droves, as though he were a divine king.
Sun Xiaowu critiqued, "Yang Ze's Fists of the Silent Sea has some measure of our captain's strength, doesn't it?"
Chang Sheng's body radiated with metallic luster and gave off light in the colors of a rainbow. Even his fist was surrounded by golden light. When it smashed into Yang Ze's own fist, it gave off a burst of divine power.
In mere moments, the two cultivators had exchanged dozens of blows. A metallic ringing filled the air as the runes in the sky smashed together. Lightning crackled; the entire virtual arena seemed to be reacting to their attack on each other. Mirrored refractions filled the ground.
Chang Sheng narrowed his eyes and considered his opponent carefully. His combat strength was fearsome.
Even so, he wasn't upset. He remained perfectly confident in himself and was cool and composed.
Chang Sheng's fists shone with light. The power of reincarnation had the ability to peel and steal time away. He activated it now.
The brilliant shining runes around Chang Sheng shot toward Yang Ze as a flood, swamping him in an attempt to take him down.
Yang Ze narrowed his eyes. To an ordinary cultivator, this was the equivalent of an ultimate technique. None would be able to discover its flaws; their very lives would be sucked away in an instant.
Yang Ze confidently shrouded himself in his mirrored refractions. Chang Sheng's fist passed harmlessly through him.
In that patch of mirrored refraction, pale-blue genetic energy summoned raging sharks all around. They shot forward at Chang Sheng, who caused the raging sharks to explode with punch after punch. As the mirrored refractions churned, more pale-blue sharks appeared.
Upon realizing that all the sharks could be all but endlessly regenerated, Chang Sheng stopped wastime time taking down the sharks.
A pair of lightning wings appeared on his back. He stepped across the void, moving in an odd, oscillatory fashion.
Despite how slow and inefficient it looked, the net effect was rapid movement forward. He left countless afterimages behind, making others think that he hadn't moved at all. He escaped from the sharks by moving in a Z-shaped pattern.
He squatted, his right leg sweeping forward and triggering hundreds of electric arcs around. The lightning exploded as he struck at Yang Ze's head with a kick.
Yang Ze defended with his sword.
The kick he had executed was so strong that his arm was going numb.
"Reincarnation!" Killing intent suddenly billowed out from Chang Sheng. The ancient runes hadn't been snuffed out and were activated anew. They shot toward Yang Ze, leaving no gaps in his defense this time.
He firmly believed that he could easily win against any cultivator of his generation.
"[The Boundless Blade: Ersatz Yawning Wave]!"
A sword flashed, the strike forming a long river through the skies. The genetic energy burst in a shower of droplets, forcibly slicing apart Chang Sheng's Reincarnation technique.
Chang Sheng's eyes turned silvery-white as devastating light exploded from them.
The white light pierced straight through Yang Ze's body, but to no avail.
"[The Boundless Blade: Dragonwhale]!"
In the blink of an eye, Yang Ze was surrounded by a patch of ocean.
The lapping of waves echoed through the battlefield. They grew and grew, reaching a crescendo and rising into the sky like a tsunami, manifesting in the form of a huge whale.
The whale's body was long and streamlined, with long whiskers and scales patterning its body.
Pale blue genetic energy rippled about Yang Ze's arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The sky began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.
Chang Sheng was surrounded by radiant dawn. Divine flames filled his body, and he held a sword of bone in his hand. Lightning crackled in the air and shot down at Yang Ze.
The electric arcs interwove densely with each other like a spiderweb. In an ear-splitting crack, the pale-blue energy spread out like tides in a tempestuous sea.
Chang Sheng's hair was standing up in range. His eyes were like cold lightning. He shot forward with his bone sword in hand.
