Chapter 521: Battle at the Dimensional Edge

Bang!!

An invisible collision.

The colliding Spirit Energy swirled the surrounding air as though it were a solid force.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Hao’s overwhelming Spirit Energy pressure instantly subdued Yenir.

Like a devouring force, it instantly pressed Yenir’s radiant aura to its limits, forcing it to cling tightly to his body.

Overpowered by a Spirit Energy gap nearly a dozen-fold, Yenir suddenly felt an immense oppressive weight, as if a thousand-pound stone was crushing him.

Undoubtedly, in a contest of raw Spirit Energy, Fang Hao completely overpowered him.

Yet even under such pressure, Yenir’s expression remained unchanged, earning Fang Hao a quiet nod of approval.

Excellent!

Typically, a Third-Stage Mid-level fighter would feel an overwhelming pressure—like the chokehold of the food chain—where sheer aura leaves the opponent helpless!

But it seems this kid’s resolve rivals that of a Peak Third-Stage warrior!

Such spirit is remarkable—born for battle!

With his arms crossed, Fang Hao chuckled lightly and spoke:

“Yenir! You strike first!”

“Even though I’m not a defensive awakener, if your attack injures me even slightly, it’d be enough to take down Lu Haishan!”

“Come on! I…”

His words were cut short.

Just as Fang Hao was about to give Yenir a chance to preserve his confidence, Yenir—who had been standing still—suddenly attacked.

A flash of silver-white light swiftly converged above Yenir’s head, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of rapidly forming streams of Sword Flow coalesced into a Sword Dragon!

Holy crap!?

Hey, I wasn’t finished speaking!

Startled and realizing Yenir meant business, Fang Hao quickly raised his Spirit Shield while muttering under his breath.

Yet it was merely a curse; deep down, he admired Yenir’s readiness to jump into battle.

He had gotten into gear so quickly—no wonder he was touted as a prodigy!

But with an attack of this strength, it hardly seemed possible to break through his defense…

“Hum.”

Accompanied by the sound of his shield forming, Fang Hao stood casually within it, his eyes mirroring the overwhelming onslaught of Sword Aura.

Untroubled, he began to study the Sword Flow with keen interest.

“An area attack—the killing power is exceptionally high for a Third-Stage Mid-level fighter.”

“Ordinary high-level awakeners, if struck completely, wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“I can’t figure out what his innate talent is—his skill potency is ridiculously overpowered… at his level, he’s nothing short of a demon!”

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!!”

As the Sword Flow battered him with relentless strikes and bursts of silver light, Fang Hao silently assessed the barrage.

Though he appeared relaxed, Yenir’s attacks felt more like mere scratches—he hardly expended any Spirit Energy.

Yet Fang Hao knew that for a Third-Stage Mid-level fighter to pull this off, it was already an impressive feat.

He had seen this move before.

Lu Tianming died under successive strikes, literally beaten into a pile of mush.

“Yenir! Is that all you’ve got!?!”

“Give it everything! Use that disappearing strike you showed last time!”

The Sword Dragon dissipated!

Mockingly, Fang Hao burst into hearty laughter, remaining steadfast even after absorbing the entire Sword Flow.

An impressive ‘bombardment’ indeed—the power rivaled that of a tactical missile!

But it’s not enough!

Ever since witnessing Yenir’s teleportation attack before, he was eager to see if Yenir’s most mysterious Dimensional Surge could actually threaten him!

“Hum!”

No more words were needed.

Almost as soon as Fang Hao finished speaking, Yenir, now in combat mode, slipped into the Dimensional Space like a cold, unfeeling machine.

Dimensional Surge x2!

A sword slashed out!

Inside the stark black-and-white Dimensional Space, Yenir didn’t hesitate to slash directly at Fang Hao’s head.

If you’re going to test it, give it your all! He was curious to see if his Dimensional Surge could hurt someone like Fang Hao—a Peak Third-Stage fighter!

Sword light exploded in brilliant flashes.

In slow motion, Yenir darted about, each swing of his sword like a chain of light, instantly wrapping the immobilized Fang Hao in a cocoon of cutting power!

Meanwhile, Fang Hao, caught between two time flows, saw a strange glimmer in his eyes.

Hmm? He really did vanish…

Unable to sense any trace of Yenir, Fang Hao’s heart skipped a beat.

He had seen Yenir unleash Dimensional Surge before, but then he’d assumed Yenir merely hid himself using some trick.

But now, this ability clearly proved to be formidable!

If even he couldn’t detect Yenir’s presence, it was no wonder Lu Tianming never had a chance to react.

“Boom!”

His aura surged violently once more.

Out of respect for the fight, Fang Hao tensed his muscles as whirling blue vortices sprang to life around him.

With his Spirit Energy in motion—and although he doubted Yenir could break through his defense—he prudently set up a second layer of protection.

Come on!

Let’s see what that ghostly sword technique is really capable of!

“Swish.”

After Yenir vanished again, the anticipation in Fang Hao’s eyes only grew.

Vanished again?! Well, good!

He was eager to see just how strong Yenir would be when re-enacting his previous death-defying duel!

“Vanished twice—I’m picking up faint traces of Spirit Energy fluctuations around me!”

“It’s as if hidden sword light is lurking around me, waiting for the perfect moment to explode!”

Peering beyond his shield, Fang Hao’s sharp senses quickly deduced the underlying principle of the Dimensional Surge.

Though he had never seen such a bizarre skill before, he managed to unravel its eventual effect.

“What’s next?”

“Mental Shock? Disrupting my Spirit Energy flow?”

“Taking advantage of the momentary stutter in my energy to unleash two simultaneous sword techniques and break through my defense?”

He chuckled lightly.

Feeling the faint trace of sword intent outside his shield, Fang Hao focused intently, waiting for Yenir’s Mental Shock.

He sensed that although this delayed burst was peculiar, it wasn’t quite enough to breach his defenses.

For Yenir, the only option was to briefly control him—to create an opening!

One had to admire the razor-sharp chain combo!

“Kid! Not bad!”

Yet, much to Fang Hao’s surprise, two seconds later, a series of piercing shrieks erupted from his surroundings!

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”

As if beset by an army of Third-Stage fighters, Fang Hao inside his shield saw a sudden burst of dazzling silver sword light, enveloping him entirely.

From every direction, it seemed as if endless, crushing slashes were raining down!

“Crack, crack”

The shield trembled as if it were about to shatter at any second.

After enduring over a hundred strikes—even with his mind steeled—Fang Hao couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback.

Good grief! Every single sword strike was aimed straight for his vital points!

Under the relentless assault, his blue aura flickered like a shaking sieve, nearly breaking apart.

“Damn it! This power is at a Third-Stage Mid-level!”

Not daring to be careless for fear of Yenir finally breaching his defense, Fang Hao quickly redirected his Spirit Energy back into his shield, his mindset devoid of any underestimation.

Feeling a significant drain in his Spirit Energy, he couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath.

That was close!

That bizarre hundred-strike assault nearly broke through his defenses!

With damage like that, no wonder Lu Tianming couldn’t hold up!

“Good!”

A shout of approval rang out!

The ground cracked, and the metallic surface—strong enough to deflect missile strikes—split into spider-web fissures.

Standing amidst the web-like cracks, after withstanding hundreds of strikes, Fang Hao couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration as he fixed his gaze on Yenir, who appeared to be pushed to his limits.

“Good kid! Even a Peak Third-Stage fighter with weakened defenses would be torn apart by that move!”

“But it’s a pity—you didn’t use Mental Shock?”

“What! Are you afraid I won’t be able to hold on?”

Laughing heartily, Fang Hao mixed praise with ridicule. As a Peak Third-Stage fighter, he had his pride.

“Yenir! Don’t think this move is unbeatable! I’m telling you, even if I took another Mental Shock just now, you still wouldn’t break through my second layer of defense!”

“No way! With moves like that, at most you’d only manage to wound Lu Haishan!”

That was the plain truth.

Amidst his admiration, as he watched Yenir pause in the distance, a hint of regret crept into Fang Hao’s heart.

Impressive! This kid nearly threatened me on the strength of his Third-Stage Mid-level alone—it’s utterly overpowered!

But it’s still not quite enough to bring down a Peak Third-Stage fighter.

Looks like in the Death Duel three days from now, they’ll have to find a way to keep him safe.

As for Yenir’s remaining trump card, Fang Hao wasn’t very confident that Yenir could even pull it off.

Still, it was plenty—no shame in it! This strength is enough for the Prime Minister to bet on!

Just when Fang Hao thought that through, Yenir—who had seemingly given up—lifted his head and coolly said:

“I know this move might not kill Lu Haishan…”

“But… what if it’s this one sword?!”

Final Judgment!

Let it rip!

“Boom!!”

In an instant, as Final Judgment was unleashed, a burst of black and red light exploded from around Yenir like a divine phantom, and a massive, masked shadow materialized behind him.

What is this!?

On the shattered ground, Fang Hao was suddenly shocked, his eyes contracting in alarm.

Damn! How is this oppressive force so terrifying!!

Before he could react further, Yenir, as if merging with the phantom, instantly lunged forward.