章 28: Chapter 28
Swallowed by a blinding sphere of light, Lianchen's agonized screams echoed, cutting through the silence like a blade. His power was so immense that the world itself seemed to distort, flickering through a series of surreal filters, colors shifting, space warping, as if struggling to contain the energy radiating from him.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sphere vanished. The distorted world stilled, snapping back to its original state, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake.
At the center of the floating stage, Lianchen hovered just above the ground, a crater forming beneath him from the sheer force of his transformation. His hair, a chaotic blend of yellow and green, shimmered with energy, and his towering 8'2 frame was covered in rippling muscles.
He didn't move at first, his body trembling as he took deep, steadying breaths, recovering from the unbearable pain he had just endured. Slowly, his pupilless eyes opened, locking onto the disfigured man with a glare that radiated raw chaos, a gaze that seemed to promise he would make the man feel every ounce of the agony Lianchen had just survived.
"You… I want to see you sing for me," Lianchen said with a wicked grin, his voice low and menacing. He pointed at the disfigured man, whose shocked expression betrayed his realization of the monster he had just awakened.
Lianchen's cultivation was skyrocketing. As his body strained and broke down under the relentless growth of his power, the Chaos Fiendgod Cultivation Art kicked in, healing and reinforcing him in real-time. With every second, his cultivation surged to new heights, his aura becoming heavier and more oppressive.
The disfigured man could only stare, the weight of what he had unleashed pressing down on him like a storm.
"It's like you were born for this art… what are you?" the disfigured man muttered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and disbelief. His scarred face twisted as he stared at Lianchen, trying to comprehend the phenomenon unfolding before him.
"Me?" Lianchen asked with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with menace as he floated forward. His aura surged with each passing second, growing heavier and more oppressive.
One moment, his cultivation was at level 10 Body Tempering. The next, it leaped to level 1 Qi Refinement, then to level 2 Qi Refinement, and beyond. His power was a relentless tide, rising with no end in sight, his Ki expanding like a storm threatening to engulf everything around him.
"I'm the ultimate freak," Lianchen declared with a wicked grin.
With those words, he let out a thunderous roar, his power surging to his peak, a peak that refused to stay constant, rising higher and higher.
In an instant, he vanished, his massive frame moving at a speed so shocking it seemed to defy logic. The air trembled in his wake, the sheer force of his movement sending shockwaves rippling through the frozen world.
Boom.
The disfigured man's eyes widened in shock, a mouthful of blood erupting from his lips as Lianchen's fist buried itself deep in his chest. His pupils vanished, replaced by a vacant stare, as the fabric of spacetime around them cracked and shattered like fragile glass.
A glowing green orb pulsed where Lianchen's fist had struck, embedding itself in the disfigured man's chest. Without a moment to recover, he was sent hurtling through the air, rocketing away as shockwaves rippled outward from the devastating blow.
Another explosion erupted, its force so immense that the entire small world trembled on the brink of destruction. The heavens quaked, and the earth seemed ready to split apart under the sheer intensity of the blast.
Lianchen's narrowed eyes followed the disfigured man, who was now plummeting toward the ground. Despite his dire state, the man's determination was evident. Fragments of his body, erased in the explosion, began to reassemble as he wielded his sword intent to piece himself back together, inch by inch.
"Haha! Of all those who have ever attacked me... you're the weakest!" the disfigured man roared with laughter, his voice echoing across the trembling battlefield. But in an instant, his expression turned razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing with lethal intent.
Within his gaze, a sword materialized, its presence radiating pure destruction before it shot toward Lianchen with blinding speed. The air screamed under its force, and even the frozen world, which Lianchen had only been able to affect in part, seemed ready to shatter under the sheer might of the attack. Yet, as if defying all logic, the frozen world grew stronger, solidifying itself to withstand the assault.
Lianchen instinctively stepped back, his body reacting to the overwhelming danger emanating from the attack. But then, defiance flared in his eyes, and he planted his foot forward instead, letting out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens.
Channeling everything he had, Lianchen drew upon the depths of his power. His fist surged with Armament Haki, its dark, protective sheen crackling with energy, and Conqueror's Haki, radiating an unyielding will that dominated the air around him. With a decisive motion, he punched forward, his blow colliding head-on with the oncoming sword.
"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!" Lianchen roared as he unleashed a barrage of punches, each one faster and more devastating than the last. His fists moved at a blinding speed, each strike imbued with every intent. They pierced, crushed, repelled, cut, and shattered, every blow embodying the essence of destruction.
His relentless assault overwhelmed the air itself, defying space and distance as every strike found its mark. Yet, even amidst the storm of punches, the man's attack broke through, piercing cleanly through the barrage.
Lianchen's eyes widened as the strike tore into his stomach, leaving a gaping hole that oozed with energy and blood.
Lianchen coughed up a mouthful of blood, his gaze dropping to the gaping hole in his stomach. For a brief moment, he simply stared at it, his breathing ragged. Then, with a growl of defiance, he gritted his teeth, refusing to let the pain overpower him.
Slowly, his Haki began to flow, wrapping around the wound. The energies intertwined, mending the torn flesh and knitting the injury together.
"You only saw me heal once, and you're already doing it... no, you've even improved your self-created technique to accomplish it," the disfigured man said, his voice laced with genuine amazement.
But his awe was short-lived. His expression shifted to shock as he felt Lianchen's power surge the instant his injury fully healed. It wasn't a gradual increase, it was as if a dam had broken, unleashing a torrent of raw, unrestrained energy that threatened to drown the battlefield in its intensity.
"I see... what doesn't kill you truly makes you stronger," the disfigured man said, a grin spreading across his scarred face. His voice carried a mix of respect.
"You're the perfect warrior. Even in this berserk-like state, you learn and grow. You adapt and evolve with every passing moment… truly impressive." His grin widened, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of caution as he took in the monstrous potential standing before him.
"I have to go all out!" Lianchen roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield as his power surged once more.
This time, his aura was different, distinctly unique. The core of his energy pulsed with a vivid green, but the outer layer burned with an intense, fiery red. The two colors clashed and intertwined, creating a chaotic yet mesmerizing display of raw, untamed energy that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of space.
"Kaio-ken"
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