Chapter 98: Transforming the Self into a Sword
“Are you really so confident that you can kill me alone?” Watching his opponent charge, Yin Seventeen slashed a hand like a blade from afar.
His adversary, a mid-level Silver Saint, was roughly two to three times faster than him.
Though the speed gap was significant, it was not so vast as to leave him completely defenseless, unlike facing an upper-tier Silver Saint.
Whoosh!
A silver sword qi sliced through the air, but the newcomer sidestepped lightly, effortlessly dodging it. Only a few large trees behind were split in half at the waist by Yin Seventeen’s sword qi, crashing thunderously to the ground.
“I admit your attacks are sharp, but what meaning do they have if you can’t hit me?” The opponent sneered as he closed in on Yin Seventeen, a dazzling light gleaming on his right fist once more.
A small radiant sun hurtled toward Yin Seventeen’s chest.
With no time to strike again, Yin Seventeen raised both arms in defense.
Boom!
The little sun exploded, the powerful shockwave propelling Yin Seventeen backward, leaving two deep gouges in the earth where his legs had been.
After the blow, the Evil God Warrior stared at him from afar with envy. “What a fine armor! Without it, you’d be dead already!”
His full-power “Solar Radiance Fist” could easily kill Silver Saints of mid to low rank, but after Yin Seventeen’s cosmos and sacred cloth mitigated the impact, it only left him lightly wounded.
Especially that sacred cloth—it played a crucial role.
Unfortunately, their gods had not crafted similar armors for them.
“Pfft!” Spitting out blood and wiping the crimson at his mouth’s corner, Yin Seventeen said slowly, “Yes, I’m also grateful to have this armor.”
The sacred cloth greatly protected the lives of Saints and offered them a chance to overcome stronger foes.
If not for the Crater Constellation Sacred Cloth, he would have lost count of how many times he would have died in this campaign.
“But your speed is inferior to mine. No matter how sharp your attacks are, you can’t hit me. Your fate is to be slowly tortured to death by my fists!” The Evil God Warrior sneered again, then burst forward at lightning speed.
“Is that really so?” Yin Seventeen formed a blade with his palm, igniting his cosmos as he met the charge—this time with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his lips.
“Sacred Sword Pierce.”
The move was the same as before, but this time he restrained the sword qi, refraining from releasing it at a distance. Instead, he enveloped his entire body with it.
Just as he had seen the Asura use, transforming his entire being into a sharp sword, not confined to the hand’s form.
He had understood.
He was the sword itself.
“You’re too slow! No matter how powerful your moves, they’re useless against me!”
Just as the two were about to clash at close quarters, the Evil God Warrior relied on his superior speed to evade Yin Seventeen’s palm blade, smashing his dazzling fist once more into Yin Seventeen’s chest.
“Solar Radiance Fist!”
Boom!
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