Chapter 1060 Form
Secondly, there was his lightning. Having fought Thor personally, Dyon could tell that there was something sinister and difference about the Fulgur Clan's lightning. It had a dangerous devouring characteristic that made Dyon uneasy.
This didn't even mention the fact that devil cultivators innately had stronger bodies even without being true body cultivators.
Dyon's master previously explained that geniuses essentially redo the foundation and meridian formation stages whenever they upgrade to a higher ranked energy. Devil cultivators were no different.
However, whereas conventional energies tempered the body poorly in comparison to true body cultivation, devil qi was far better at this.
Meaning, while Elder Bowa was barely a ninth-grade body cultivator, Sokzac was more comparable to a fifth or fourth grade body cultivator. It had to be remembered that even Dyon could only use his body to the effectiveness of a fourth-grade expert!
To make matters worse, Sokzac had his energy on top of this, not to mention his wills.
Even though devil cultivators had weaker comprehension, Sokzac was still a genius who had lived for longer than Asyna.
Dyon had no choice but to take him seriously because he knew this opponent was far more powerful than he was.
Sokzac no longer spoke. He had never been so thoroughly humiliated and angered in his entire life. Even when his father forced him to marry into another family, completely sullying his reputation as a man. Even when he listened to those Nightmare Palace bastards snicker behind his back. Even when he was rebuffed by a woman who was supposed to be his fiancée time and time again. Never had he been so angered as he was today.
His eyes were as black as ink, flickering with dangerous arcs of lightning. His saber was brandished, almost hovering out of his hand as though he couldn't feel its weight at all. His long black hair danced in the wind, giving him a handsome and refined appearance.
Sokzac's robes, however, were a pristine white, devoid of any fancy embroidery. Maybe if his battle intent was soaring to such heights, one might have mistaken him for a scholar.
In that moment, Sokzac seemed to fuse with his saber, indiscriminately radiating outward with sharp saber qi infused with such killing intent that those observing immediately flew even further back, giving the two of them more than five kilometers of space to their own.
'4th stage saber intent.' Dyon's eyes narrowed. In truth, this sort of comprehension could be considered weak among the best geniuses. A celestial with a mere 4th stage intent would be laughed out of any establishment he or she stepped his foot in. However, for someone who practiced in devil qi, this was ridiculously impressive… No less impressive than mastering a 7th stage intent while still being a saint…
...
Dyon took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
The moment they opened, they were filled with a gold radiance that pierced even through the bright light of day.
Dyon's body seemed to meld with the world around him. His breath was no different to the swaying of the wind and his heartbeat was no different to the shifting of the earth. His eyes could see through everything and his will was impenetrable. In this world, he was a war god who could never lose.
'Selfless!'
The experts felt their lips twitch. Since when was it so easy to enter a selfless state of cultivation, and to do it in battle no less? Was this really the difference between those who were geniuses and those that weren't? What use was their thousands of years of cultivation in the face of Dyon?
At that moment, the saber that seemed no different from a stick in Dyon's hands suddenly became the king of weapons. Although it was clear that Sokzac's proficiency far outstripped Dyon, it was also clear that it should have been impossible to gain such expertise in a mere moment. It was too inconceivable!
There were no words spoken, Sokzac and Dyon flashed forward, their blades meeting in a violent clash in what seemed like an instant.
BOOM!
Dyon was immediately blasted backward, skidding in the air more than just a few hundred meters. His speed was so high that he felt his back almost light on fire due to the friction of the air. If it wasn't for his master making his sweatpants out of slightly more resistant material, he would have been completely exposed.
There was no doubt that had Dyon not placed Violet with the demon sage tower, she would have died just from the reverberating clash.
Sokzac had no intention of letting Dyon rest. Although he was shock by the weight of the weapon Dyon used, it wasn't so exaggerated that he couldn't deal with it. It was impressive that Dyon could create such a heavy and durable weapon on a whim, but that wouldn't help him here!
Soul Rending Peak was no longer equipped to handle such a battle. Despite Dyon not being able to much else other than defend, the strength of their blows already outshone normal celestials, causing the lands beneath them to succumb to their power.
Dyon's body moved along with the world, never taking Sokzac's blows on directly. However, he was quickly realizing that this wasn't the true essence of the saber.
'Why are swords and sabers classified differently despite being so similar in form?...'
Dyon's eyes flashed. "First form, bite!"
The grey saber in Dyon's hand seemed to glow, forming an illusory saber-toothed tiger that smashed forward.
Sokzac snorted with disdain, his anger still boiling. First Dyon wanted to use a weapon he had never used against him, and now he wanted to win with mere common level techniques?!
"[Fulgur Demon's Clash: First Thunder]!"
A thunderclap sounded in the skies, causing dark clouds to roll once again.
Before the image could even partially form, it was torn completely apart and Dyon was once again sent flying.
Those watching couldn't fuse Dyon's identity with his display. Was a True God supposed to get slapped around like this by a complete no-name? Was Dyon just weak? Or was he too arrogant?
"He's too arrogant." A celestial shook his head in disapproval. "No matter how talented one is, looking down on your opponent like this will only lead to death."
"Not only is he arrogant, he's stubborn." Another celestial chimed in. "From the beginning, he hasn't used a single bit of soul or conventional energy. In addition, while his opponent has used wills, he hasn't used any at all. The only reason he hasn't been severely injured is because he's using some simple defensive techniques to mitigate this Sokzac's power."
This wasn't all either. Because Sokzac was in a non-devil cultivator quadrant, he was suppressed even more than Dyon was, to 70, pushing 80, percent. If he could have used 50% of his power like Dyon, it would be a miracle if Dyon could withstand even one blow.
However, while others found Dyon arrogant, he knew that he had already calculated this. He had fought Asyna, so how could he not know the limits of a devil cultivator? All he was worried about was learning the essence of the saber.
Dyon burst out of the mountain he was sent flying into, brandishing his saber and charging forward.
"Second form, claw!"
A vague image once again appeared behind Dyon, waving in the air as a large, fierce paw. His saber seemed to break into four illusory images, each being the sharp claw of the King of the jungle.
Without suspense, a single thunderclap shattered the image, sending Dyon flying once more.
Sokzac's arrogance climbed to a new level as his stood in the skies, his hair waving about wildly. "Is this the True God of your quadrants?! Is that title really so cheap?!"
His roar was met with a wave of murmurs, however Dyon's response was only a deadpan expression as he surged forward once again.
"Third form, roar!"
Dyon seemed to fall into a vicious cycle of getting beaten back. Sokzac never needed to use more than just his first thunderclap. He wanted to show Dyon that he'd have to change his tactics, or else he would die.
"Since you want to continue disrespecting me, DIE!" Sokzac roared. "Second Thunder!"
Two claps of thunder split the sky apart, slamming into Dyon along with Sokzac's blade. A rumbling tempest spread out in all directions