Yang Tian panted heavily, his eyes locked on Lei Tianzi, who stood across from him, calm and expressionless. The difference in their strength was becoming painfully obvious. Sweat dripped down Yang Tian's brow as he clenched his fists, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming pressure.
Gritting his teeth, Yang Tian gathered his strength, his body glowing as radiant light erupted from his back. In a desperate burst of speed, he launched himself at Lei Tianzi, aiming to land a decisive blow. Yet, with nothing more than a dismissive snort, Lei Tianzi seemed to vanish from sight—though, in reality, he had only moved faster than the eye could follow.
Ever since Lei Tianzi had ascended to the True Grandmaster State, he had acquired a new, terrifying attribute: incomprehensible speed. In this world, his movements had become so fast that they surpassed what could only be described as the speed of light itself. What made this even more devastating was the fact that several of this world's laws bore an uncanny resemblance to those from Carto's original world—among them, Newton's Second Law of Motion. This meant that Lei Tianzi's speed didn't just grant him agility—it magnified his strength exponentially. Each punch he threw was not only faster than Yang Tian's perception could track but also delivered with unfathomable force, as if each strike carried the weight of a collapsing star.
BAM!
With a clean hit, Yang Tian was sent hurtling backward, his body crashing through the air like a ragdoll. But Lei Tianzi wasn't about to let him off so easily. In a flash, he grabbed Yang Tian by the hair, yanking him back with brutal precision, and followed up with another devastating punch to his face.
Despite his status as a Grandmaster, Yang Tian was utterly helpless against the relentless speed and force of Lei Tianzi's attacks. The gap between them was insurmountable. The seed of power given to Yang Tian by Xia Longwei, a source of his strength, had been shattered under the barrage of blows long ago.
"Oi, finish this! We've got another problem to deal with!" Li Zhongu's voice cut through the air, impatient and urgent. Lei Tianzi's ear twitched slightly in acknowledgment. He nodded, his expression still calm and detached, as he turned his attention back to the broken form of Yang Tian.
With a serene gaze, Lei Tianzi raised his fist once more, lighting crackling around it. He launched a punch so fast it was nearly invisible to the onlookers. Only Yang Tian, in his final moments, could perceive it, thanks to the Qi ripples it left in its wake. The punch neared the realm of what could be called instantaneous—something that transcended mere speed, a strike that obliterated the very concept of distance. Though this punch wasn't quite that, it teetered on the edge of maximum speed.
The fist connected with Yang Tian's flesh, and before he could even scream, his body was obliterated, bursting into nothingness under the overwhelming force.
"Show off much," Ling Feng snorted as Lei Tianzi appeared beside them, his entrance as effortless as his victory. Lei Tianzi's face remained calm, though his eyes were focused elsewhere—on someone else entirely.
"What's the matter now?" Lei Tianzi asked, his voice steady and unbothered, despite the tension in the air.
Before Ling Feng could answer, the entire group felt it—a presence, a power that dwarfed anything they had ever encountered. It was suffocating, primal, and far beyond their understanding.
Then they noticed it. The enormous domain that had once loomed above them was gone, dissipated into nothingness.
Off in the distance, a few kilometres to the east, two figures stood. One was grotesque and monstrous, its form barely human, while the other appeared as a well-built man, standing in stark contrast to the abomination beside him.
"At long last, have you fallen, father," Xia Longwei said, his voice twisted and distorted.
Xia Fugui, his father, stood silent. His expression was unreadable as Xia Longwei extended his deformed hand and pressed it against his chest. With a sickening squelch, Xia Longwei pulled something from Xia Fugui's body.
The stranger who had accompanied the group suddenly stepped forward, his face lighting up with manic glee. His eyes widened with unrestrained excitement as he watched the scene unfold.
"The Blood!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with delirium.
The entire group froze. Their faces paled as the weight of his words settled in. They knew all too well what it meant.
It was the Blood of the Five Dragons, condensed into a singular form.
The Blood that was the entire reason for the extinction of life on The Continent.
The Blood that Xia Longwei had craved before he even existed.
It was the Blood of Xia.
Yet how did all of this come to be?
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A few moments after the war had begun, inside the vast, isolated domain, Xia Fugui and his son stood locked in an intense stare.The domain itself ensured that none of their existence leaked into the outside world.
"So, should we begin?" Xia Longwei asked, his tone flat, almost indifferent.
Xia Fugui exhaled slowly, a hint of weariness in his eyes as he nodded. Without another word, he lunged forward.The ground beneath him barely reacted as he propelled himself,his fist aimed directly at his son's chest.
Xia Longwei's eyes narrowed slightly, his posture fluid and measured. With a subtle shift of his weight, he sidestepped his father's strike, his body barely moving, yet completely evading the attack. In one swift motion, he brought his hand down like a blade, slicing through the air with a sharp, clean chop aimed at Xia Fugui's exposed shoulder.
Xia Fugui twisted at the last second, bringing his forearm up to deflect the blow, the impact reverberating through his arm. Without hesitation, he flowed into his next move, driving his elbow toward Xia Longwei's ribs with a brutal, precise strike. The force behind it was enough to shatter bones—had it landed cleanly.
But Xia Longwei, ever watchful, shifted again. He rotated his torso slightly, letting the elbow graze past him. His hand lashed out, seizing his father's wrist in a vice-like grip. With a smooth, twisting motion, he yanked Xia Fugui off-balance, using his own momentum against him.
Xia Fugui's response was immediate. He planted his feet into the ground and shifted his weight, grounding himself. His free hand lashed out in a vicious open palm strike aimed at Xia Longwei's throat.
Xia Longwei released the grip on his father's wrist, ducking beneath the strike, and retaliated with a kick aimed at his father's midsection. The impact landed with a thudding sound, sending Xia Fugui skidding back a few feet, though his stance remained solid.
Neither wasted a second. Xia Fugui launched into a combination of rapid strikes, his fists and feet a blur as he attacked with terrifying precision. Each blow flowed into the next—punches, chops, and kicks designed to overwhelm Xia Longwei's defenses. Xia Longwei countered with minimalistic efficiency, his movements fluid and controlled. He deflected strikes with his forearms, slipped past kicks with subtle pivots, and used his footwork to maintain perfect positioning.
In the midst of the exchange, Xia Longwei's fingers lashed out like a spear, targeting key pressure points along his father's body—elbows, wrists, and knees. But Xia Fugui, anticipated these attacks and adjusted his movements accordingly. His defense was like water, flowing seamlessly around each strike, absorbing and redirecting any and all moves with perfection.
Xia Fugui suddenly shifted his stance. His muscles coiled like a spring as he launched a devastating low kick aimed at Xia Longwei's leg, seeking to destabilize him. Xia Longwei responded by lifting his leg just in time, evading the strike, and countered with a fierce downward chop aimed at his father's collarbone.
The chop connected with a thundering crack, sending a shockwave through the domain. Xia Fugui grunted, but instead of retreating, he capitalised on the opening. His hand shot up, grabbing Xia Longwei's arm and pulling him in close. Using the momentum, Xia Fugui twisted his hips and hurled his son over his shoulder with a brutal throw, slamming him into the ground.
Xia Longwei, undeterred, rolled out of the throw with the grace of a predator. He flipped to his feet in one fluid motion, his eyes sharper than ever. His movements became faster, more calculated, as if the real fight had only just begun.
They charged at each other again.
Every strike was met with a counter, every move with an answer. Xia Fugui's style was one of overwhelming offence, relentless and powerful. In contrast, Xia Longwei's technique was refined, his movements an almost perfect balance of offence and defence—each counter designed not only to deflect but to exploit any opening.
For a brief moment, they paused, both of them breathing heavily, yet still maintaining a controlled calm.
"Well, father…" Xia Longwei said, his voice low and steady. "You haven't slowed down."
Xia Fugui smiled grimly. "Nor have you." Then, without warning, he lunged again