Chapter 495: The Clash of Dimensional Surge

How dare you block my First Sword!? Let me clear your Dual Blades first!

Inside Dimensional Space, Lu Tianming, trembling like a snail in shock as he attempted to raise his blade to intercept the First Sword, caught Yenir’s cold sneer as the latter swiftly followed up with two more strikes.

This old dog may not be exceptionally strong, but his combat instincts were undeniably sharp.

In reality, the First Sword he was forced to delay hadn’t even materialized yet; only a subtle, lethal intent loomed.

Still, within mere milliseconds, Lu Tianming instinctively raised his twin blades to block the fatal move aimed at his brow, with the gradually intensifying glow of his Spirit Energy converging at the point of impact.

Not bad—but judging by how swiftly his Spirit Energy mobilized, it seemed like he had taken a stimulant before stepping up.

Something was definitely off.

Had it not been for the second activation of Dimensional Surge, Yenir might have suspected that Lu Tianming could have blocked the sword and quickly nullified the follow-up attack.

After all, this guy is at least a Third-Stage Advanced fighter with remarkably high defenses.

But against overwhelming tactics, defense meant little!

Swinging his blade from left to right—as if patching up his shortcomings by cheating—Yenir unleashed four consecutive strikes that seared through the gaps between Lu Tianming’s fingers.

With those two additional strikes, no matter how much this old dog could endure, the pain would warp his very expression!

Lacking any shred of martial honor, Yenir’s casual glance caught sight of a crimson glow emerging from Lu Tianming’s leg—resembling an explosive displacement skill aimed at dodging his Sword Breath Torrent.

“Thinking you can dodge?!”

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

Noticing this detail, Yenir sneered and launched several more strikes in one breath, this time targeting Lu Tianming’s lower body.

Switching to the freezing effect of his Elemental Blade, every slash acted as half of a stifling control move—six or seven consecutive strikes could freeze Lu Tianming solid!

Even a brief freeze of a few milliseconds would allow his entire Sword Breath Torrent to land at that speed!

Then he circled silently behind his opponent.

Seeing Lu Tianming’s attention fixed upward at his sudden reappearance, Yenir mocked him with a sneer and, as if cleaving bone itself, brought his Elemental Blade down decisively.

If you can block the front, you can’t protect the back!

Darting in all directions, Yenir became as ruthless as a butcher; his second round of attacks enveloped Lu Tianming entirely with a relentless, 360-degree barrage.

This round proved far deadlier than his initial Dimensional Surge.

For some reason, after his frenzied slashes, Yenir suddenly realized that this was the true power of a Dimensional Surge.

The brief pause in time had given him a chance to compensate for his initial misstep.

The first Dimensional Surge forced his enemy onto the defensive, while the second left him utterly exposed!

If he had paired it with a Mind Shock midway, it would have been as if he were mindlessly grinding a stationary target.

More despicable still—his thinking span was ten times longer than his foe’s!

“What a pity,” he mused.

“The interval for the second Surge was too short. I barely had time to activate my abilities…”

“But perhaps when I grow stronger, I can experiment further!”

To his surprise, he found that the two Dimensional Surges allowed him to trigger an extra skill in between.

As if discovering a new continent, Yenir realized that with perfect skill chaining, he could effectively cheat—completely offsetting the shortcomings of his Dimensional Surge!

If only his Spirit Energy were stronger—since it was still mid-level—he even doubted that his full-force assault couldn’t grind a Peak Third-Stage fighter to death!

That was nearly a hundred-fold boost in combat power!

With such a perverse increase, even Yenir, as the host of the Sword God System, couldn’t help but marvel at the nauseating potency of his own cheating tactics.

After his final strike, Yenir looked at the honeycomb ruin he’d reduced Lu Tianming to with a hint of grim satisfaction.

Although, in reality, the latent damage from his unpredictable Sword Technique hadn’t yet affected Lu Tianming.

Still, he could already envision the impending devastation.

Once he stepped out, another Sword Breath Torrent from below would follow.

Under the combined assault, Lu Tianming—already reduced to a mess of shattered flesh—would be melted away amid the twin torrents of his sword slashes.

There was no escape; the delayed explosion effect of Dimensional Surge was simply too dreadful.

It was all about that sudden, ‘instant’ burst!

In the final split-second—just 0.1 seconds to the outside world—Yenir chose not to continue his assault.

That was enough.

Not because he was holding back, but because he had already struck every conceivable angle. Honestly, no one hacks a meat pie as thoroughly as he does.

Adding more strikes would only clash with his own blade shadows.

…………

“Where is he?! Yenir, where are you?!”

A fleeting thought crossed his mind.

In the stands, spectators widened their eyes in shock, each desperately trying to locate Yenir.

They were all at least Third-Stage fighters, if not Second-Stage.

Unlike his earlier vanishing act, this time they faintly observed Yenir appear, strike, and then vanish again.

Lu Tianming’s head seemed to be gathering some kind of skill, though it appeared that Committee Member Lu could easily sidestep it.

Even though less than three seconds had passed, for Third-Stage fighters, that was ample time to react.

What the hell is going on!?

Before the clash, Lu Tianming had taken a moment to prepare; as soon as he released his Blade Net, Yenir began to retreat—forced out one moment and disappearing the next.

This bizarre turn made the spectators wonder if Yenir intended to drag the fight out to the bitter end.

However, that thought was short-lived.

Unlike the other onlookers, as the clock hit three seconds on the Death Duel Stage, Lu Tianming—about to unleash a head-high skill—felt a surge of deep unease.

Though he believed he could withstand Yenir’s assault, there was no need to test that.

What is that kid up to?!

He’s way too close!

During Yenir’s previous appearance, Lu Tianming had clearly noticed something forming around him, only for it to freeze in place in an instant.

As a Third-Stage Advanced fighter, he faintly sensed that he was being surrounded.

That little bastard even dared to launch an attack before vanishing!

In a rush, as the Sword Breath Storm materialized overhead, Lu Tianming scrambled to activate his own skill and clear the area.

Despite a fleeting moment of anxiety, his overwhelming strength made him confident that victory was surely his!

That little bastard could only run away! To actually challenge him? Utter nonsense!

At that moment, as Lu Tianming prepared his skills, his aura surged with renewed intensity.

All he had to do was wait for Yenir to reappear, then use his Innate Talent to lock him down!

Few knew that his innate ability could forcibly seize a target and stack damage during an attack. With half a second—and with the referees already in his pocket—the accumulated damage would obliterate that kid! Even Fang Hao couldn’t save him!

He might even decapitate Yenir with a single slash!

A torrent of thoughts raced through his mind.

“Get out here!”

With another fierce shout, Lu Tianming barked orders, his pretense of releasing Blade Energy gone as his innate abilities locked onto Yenir.

As if truly threatened, the vanished Yenir suddenly reappeared in the blink of an eye.

But this time, he emerged onto the ground!

Huh?! He’s out?! Right under my feet?!

Lu Tianming was ecstatic!

Sure enough, his Blade Wind had forced the kid out—though he remained oblivious to the cold cruelty in Yenir’s eyes.

“Die!!”

In his moment of triumph, as he began to invoke his innate abilities, Lu Tianming suddenly felt an indescribable, bone-chilling cold surge through him.

Wait! No! How can there be…?!

Sword Breath Torrent!

Mind Shock!

Under the gaze of the entire arena, Yenir calmly raised his right hand with the Elemental Blade, and as if passing judgment, slashed through the Void.

A flash of crimson in his eyes vanished as he unleashed a compressed Mental Shock, his stored spiritual force exploding silently.

In an instant, thousands of blade shadows erupted like endless sword slashes, bursting forth in dazzling silver light. With a reaction speed far surpassing that of any Third-Stage fighter, they flashed in rapid succession.

It was like witnessing a supernova explosion!

One! Ten! A hundred!

Like a realm of endless blades, the merciless sword slashes descended on Lu Tianming like a torturous execution.

The dense silver light seemed to engulf him completely!

At the same time, a secondary round of Sword Breath Torrent—activated the moment Yenir reappeared—struck like orbital lasers, compressing Lu Tianming, who was trapped within the sword formation.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!”

In the eyes of the onlookers, faced with up to a thousand Sword Breath Torrent strikes, Lu Tianming, trapped in the center, felt as if he were caught under unrelenting laser fire.

At his core, explosions of blood mist intertwined with silver sword light, and the continuous onslaught of Sword Breath unleashed a harrowing scream.

There was nowhere to hide; there was no escape!

Everything happened far too fast!

Amid the relentless barrage, even Yenir failed to realize the extent of damage that Lu Tianming, caught in the crossfire, was suffering.

All he knew was… it looked pretty dire.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

An inhuman, gut-wrenching scream echoed throughout the arena as Lu Tianming’s flesh was gradually ground away.

In his final moments, he saw Yenir reappear, with hundreds of sword slashes bizarrely manifesting around him.

In his terror, as he tried to defend himself, those violent, preemptive blade shadows seemed to predict his every move, striking his fingers simultaneously!

Want to escape? Run? Activate your Spirit Energy?

In an instant, he felt an icy, excruciating strike pierce his lower body—those despicable, brutal attack angles completely wearing down his defenses!

Pain! It was unbearable!!

Cold! Burning! Tearing apart!

In the briefest span of time, he endured unimaginable torture and agony!

Attacked from every direction—front, back, left, right, above, and below—he couldn’t fathom why it felt like he was besieged by a hundred foes.

His vast reserves of Spirit Energy were rendered useless; his formidable prowess couldn’t even nick Yenir!

In the barrage of blows, he could only watch in despair as his Spirit Energy shattered and his flesh was ground away like meat in a grinder!

The Sword Breath Torrent descending from above, combined with the torrent blasting from his feet, crushed him relentlessly. No matter how hard he fought, he could only let out a final wail.

Block it! Block it now!!!

Desperately channeling his Spirit Energy—not to destroy Yenir but simply to survive—he fought on!

Yet, the heavens showed no mercy; the subsequent Mind Shock, upon entering his body, instantly shattered his mind.

His Spirit Energy stalled in an instant, the protective barrier around his vital points disintegrating.

In a normal state, Lu Tianming might have managed to tough it out, but now the crimson that flooded his head, along with the piercing phantom shadow, finally snuffed out his last hope.

The entire arena was in shock!

Everything happened too fast; by the time the twenty-four Third-Stage Advanced referees realized something was amiss, it was already too late.

In the stands, a throng of spectators—and members of Lu Tianming’s faction—rose in terror.

Everyone gaped in disbelief, their eyes wide as they witnessed a figure disintegrate in a burst of energy!

In their eyes, they only saw Yenir vanish and reappear, calmly executing a slash through the Void; but the subsequent onslaught was terrifyingly inhuman!

“Help! Save him!!”

A piercing scream from one of Lu Tianming’s subordinates shattered the silence of the arena.

On the verge of collapse and unable to accept the scene, the Youth who had wagered everything nearly lost his sanity!

Committee Member Lu—he looked like he was about to die!!!

The harrowing, extreme wails sent chills down everyone’s spine—even if it wasn’t for themselves.

Ignoring everything else, the twenty-four referees rushed onto the Death Duel Stage as the protective light on the Spirit Cage flared up abruptly.

But they had forgotten that the very means to save Lu Tianming had long been sabotaged!!