Ascension of the immortal Asura

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

Saber and battle axe continued to slam against each other as John and Asuros released a barrage of attacks at each other. Each attack was powerful enough to shatter mountains and destroy valleys, and yet neither side had achieved an obvious advantage over the other.

The shockwaves from their exchanges blanketed the distant youths with their remnant powers, giving them a small glimpse of the true power they were using. Both appeared like demonic wargods, soaring through the sky like red blurs, unleashing devastating attacks with a single swipe of their blades.

Bang!

Saber and battle axe collided once more, knocking both weapons away from each other. John immediately recovered from the exchange and sped forward once more, preparing to unleash another slash of his battle axe.

Asuros slashed his saber out to meet it, but his eyes trembled for a brief moment as if realizing something. John’s slash quickly turned into a feint as he dashed to the side with incredible speed, appearing to the right side of Asuros in an instant. His fist slammed forward towards Asuros’s ribs, attempting to land the first critical blow of their battle.

“Heh, naive!” Asuros scoffed, seeing directly through John’s feints. His saber appeared next to his body thanks to pulling his attack earlier, blocking the powerful fist attack with the flat of his saber.

Bang!

Asuros shot backwards for several hundred yards from the force of the fist attack, but other than being knocked back was completely unharmed. John’s eyes narrowed slightly as his attack was completely blocked, and realized his movements had been seen through entirely. Not only was Asuros’s combat prowess beyond terrifying, his battle instincts and reaction were even more so.

Che!

Asuros appeared before John like a ghost, slashing down with his saber while a wide and bloodthirsty smile lingered on his face, not vanishing for even a second throughout their fight as if he were truly a bloodthirsty demon. His saber contained overwhelming might, and John could even detect several Daos contained within. He recognized the Dao of Destruction, as well as something else, something more sinister.

While he could not recognize the Dao’s as he had never encountered them before, he could tell that they were of equal profundity compared to his three Daos. While Asuros had less control over his Dao’s when compared to John, his higher cultivation more than made up for the difference in power.

Dao of Power!

Dao of Destruction!

Dao of Annihilation!

John held nothing back as he unleashed the might of his three Daos, infusing the concepts he had learned about these laws of the universe into the blades of his double-sided battle axe. The power emanating from his battle axe instantly magnified as his weapon slashed out to meet the oncoming attack.

Bang!

Weapons collided once more, and again, and again, as the two unleashed hundreds of more attacks in quick succession. The sky boomed and ground trembled violently as their battle washed over everything, shocking those watching from below even more than they had already been.

“Impossible!” Kadin, as well as a few other enemy geniuses couldn’t help but mutter in disbelief, anger, and jealousy as he watched the battle take place. They had been considered the absolute peak of their respective powers, and yet if they were to join the battle before them, they would most likely only last seconds before perishing.

At the same time, the Honorable Alliance camp stared at the battle with awe, disbelief, and also slight shame. They too were the geniuses of their alliance, and yet they were not even fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the two battling before them. But while the battle filled them with shame, it also filled them with fiery passion; a passion to one day reach the same levels of talent and combat prowess as the two they were witnessing at the moment.

Even the three Battle Bobs couldn’t help but watch the battle take place with surprise, shocked at just how strong the physical attacks of both fighters were. As body cultivators, they could tell they were not a match for either of them when it came to physical power.

“Grahhhhhh!” one of the Bobs roared in anger as his aura flared for a brief moment, “I thought we were strong, but my eyes have been opened today! We’re nothing compared to those two!”

“Right? When we get home, I’m going to train on the Body-Crushing Mountain for three hundred days straight, strengthening my body to their level, or dying in the process!” one of the other Bobs roared.

“If you’re doing three hundred days, then I’ll stay on the Body-Crushing Mountain for four hundred days!” the third Bob roared with competitive battle lust. “I’m already losing to those two. I refuse to lose to either of you two farts!”

“What did you just call me?” the first Bob roared, ready to pounce on his brother.

“I called you a fart, you fart!” the third Bob replied with heated battlelust, trying to goad his brother into battle to vent his frustrations.

“Oh just shut up and watch the battle,” Miko interrupted the three. The three instantly piped down as if Miko’s word was law, and became silent as they resumed spectating the distant battle.

Bang!

Weapons collided with apocalyptic might once more, the force of their exchange forcing both Asuros and John backwards. John prepared to dash forward once more, but stopped as he noticed Asuros was standing there in the sky, his saber floating in the air next to him, while his two free hands were…clapping.

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

“You are far more impressive than I ever thought possible,” Asuros said while clapping, both praise and mockery evident in his voice. John remained silent as he stared at Asuros, who clearly had something to say.

“You’re at the Middle Heaven Tribulation Realm, and yet you are able to keep up with me to this degree. Clearly your body is a true Asura body like mine if you can display so much power, and yet…I don’t know where you managed to obtain such a body in the first place,” he continued.

“So that’s why you’ve stopped fighting,” John replied with calm indifference. “You want to know where I learned this Asura transformation before killing me.”

“That’s right,” Asuros replied as his smile widened for a brief instant. “My master is the only Asura on this planet….and yet you somehow managed to obtain an Asura transformation art. Not only that, but if I’m not mistaken, you obtained your transformation art back on the Yuan Continent, which is why you were able to unleash so much power back then?” Asuros mused out loud.

John remained silent, confirming Asuros’s suspicions, not that he cared one way or another.

“I knew it,” Asuros replied, his smile widening into a menacing grin once more. “Tell me where you learned your transformation from, and I’ll give you a swift death.”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” John replied dismissively, while a slight smile crept up on his face for the first time; a smile containing pride and arrogance, causing Asuros’s eyes to narrowed with coldness and his mouth curl with displeasure.

“What are you smiling at?” Asuros asked coldly, obviously irked by John’s gaze.

“I’m smiling because our battle so far has confirmed one important thing…a suspicion I had since the start,” John replied.

“And what would that be?” Asuros asked.

“The fact that your Asura transformation…is nothing but a farce when compared to mine,” John replied.

“Farce?” Asuros replied as a murderous yet confident expression appeared on his face. “Fine, then show me how long you can last against the full might of this ‘farce’ transformation,” he boomed as his aura exploded out once more, far more powerful than anything he had displayed yet.

His body, which was already transformed, started to change once more as his body grew larger, muscles bulged with more power, and the sinister aura around him increased several fold.

John’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Asuros, who was now far stronger and far more terrifying, and had erupted with power than even he could no longer look down upon.