Chapter 437

“Devourer Form, activate!” Leander planted his feet a little wider, and a blue glow burst from his body.
Unlike Fergus, when he used Blood Demon Body and ballooned in size, Leander showed no change in volume. His bones and skin had grown clear and crystalline instead. They looked like cut glass.
Every vein and meridian stood out, visible across his body. They could even see the blood flowing through them, a slow, ribbon-like current under the surface.
This was Leander. It was the second time he had opened Devourer Form.
“Showy tricks!” Fergus finally snapped back to himself. He sneered and slammed his foot down, breaking the sound barrier with his body again.
Breaking the sound barrier with flesh and bone hit the organs hard. It was like subjecting them to an acceleration beyond what a body should bear. Organs would tear and shatter. Injury followed immediately.
However, the Blood Demon Body was rugged beyond belief. It was an elite body- refinement technique. One of the 16 Supreme Arbiters had forged it. It was already past ordinary bodily limits.
Given Fergus’s condition, he could break the sound barrier with his body a dozen times without worrying about the strain.
A long trail of exhaust followed him, thundering ‘tut-tut.’ His right fist was clenched. It was the size of a car tire. He launched it forward.
His punch poured out raw force. Blood energy roiled. It carved a dark tunnel through space straight toward Leander’s chest.
Leander floated high with no sign of dodging. He stood tall with his hands behind his back, motionless.
Boom!
Fergus’s punch hit Leander squarely.
A ripple of power spread outward from Leander. Several birds that happened to fly nearby dissolved into red mist and drifted down.
But Leander did not move an inch. He did not even step back.
“This is impossible!” Fergus’s pupils shrank.
“Blood Demon Body. That’s all you’ve got?” Leander wiped a speck of dust from his chest. A sharp light flashed in his eyes.
“I’ll show you what real physical power looks like.”
He stepped off and shot forward in a streak of blue. He, too, broke the sound barrier
with his body. His movement was faster and harsher than Fergus’s.
A jade-like fist struck Fergus’s chest while Fergus still hadn’t reacted.
A muffled groan escaped Fergus. Blood spat from his mouth. He was slammed backward.
Leander’s punch did not pause. Speed erupted again. He closed in on the retreating Fergus and struck him with another blow.
Smash!
Fergus barely managed to cross his arms in a desperate block. Leander’s fist hit. At the first contact, Fergus heard the sickening crack of bone.
Snap!
Both of his arms snapped in midair. His organs suffered massive trauma. He was blasted back again and flew like a shell, slamming into the ground.
A thunderous boom split the earth. The ground split into two. Dust swallowed Fergus’s body.
Whoosh!
Leander did not stop. He became blue light once more and dove straight into the dust cloud.
In a few seconds, a dark figure shot up through the dust, roaring with bloodlust. It was Fergus. A blur of a fist slammed into his chest and sent him flying.
Wyatt’s face went white. He kept sucking in cold breaths.
Blood Demon Body had terrified him before. But he never expected Leander’s body- cultivation arts and raw physical power to be even stronger than Fergus’s. It was a one-sided stomp.
The wind tore through the air. Leander burst out of the dust, and this time he did not chase. He hovered in midair.
Fergus finally stopped. He was panting, his mountain-sized frame trembling. Blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“How is this possible? You really became a god-level being?” he demanded, staring
at Leander. He watched as the blue light rippled across Leander’s skin. Every inch looked translucent and radiant. Fergus’s expression kept shifting.
“I’m not a god-level being yet,” Leander said, hands in his pockets, voice cool. “But I’m not far off.”
“What?” Fergus stared, shocked. He could not believe it.
A god-level being meant unstoppable power and rock-solid defense. They could raise the
and split the seas. Throughout
history only a handful hadyarth
that level. Even the Arbitration Office, full of masters, had only one who had advanced to a god level being by focusing on body-cultivation: Your Highness. No one else had done it.
The Blood Demon Body Fergus cultivated was passed down from that very Your Highness. When perfected, it could rival a god-level being, shrug off armor-piercing rounds, and face missile strikes head-on.
Even half a step from true god-level power would let Fergus break the sound barrier and unleash terrifying destruction. He could cleave mountain ranges and tear the atmosphere.
Still, he never imagined Leander’s body arts would outclass him.
Leander’s physical resilience had exceeded Fergus’s imagination. No matter how he struck, he couldn’t faze Leander. Meanwhile, Leander could move with a gesture and leave Fergus coughing blood and broken limbs. It was unbearable.
“Jeff Ashcroft, what kind of freak are you?” Fergus’s eyes narrowed. The fire in his heart had been snuffed out.
He had played his four trump cards: Blood Demon Body, Doomlight, Blood Armor Form, and Blood Net Formation. Against Leander, though, it felt like facing an impossible mountain. There was no crossing it. No end in sight.
He could even sense that Leander hadn’t used his full strength.
Jeff Ashcroft, when I return to the Arbitration Office and perfect the Blood Demon Body, I will come back for you. I will wipe this shame clean, he thought. Red energy flickered under his feet and began to gather, slowly coalescing into a blood-colored disk.
This was his unique blood-shield technique. Using sanguine power as the medium,
he could travel a thousand meters in an instant. He was ready to escape.
The proud Son of Judgment chose to run.
“Trying to run?” Leander said with a sudden, light laugh.
A chill ran down Fergus’s spine. Facing Leander felt like having no secrets at all.
Leander seemed to see every thought.
“You threatened to kill me before. Big talk,” Leander continued. “Now you want to run. That is not how this works. have already killed a lot of people from the Arbitration Office. Losing you would not matter Consider this a gift to the 16
Supreme Arbiters.”
Leander’s tone was indifferent. He raised his right hand into a punching stance. Behind him, potent energy surged like a wild tide, as if it had ripped a dimensional seam and separated him and the others from the world.
This is bad, Fergus thought. The blood energy under his feet surged faster and formed the huge disk.
The disk appeared. Fergus was about to step onto it and vanish.
“You cannot get away,” Leander said without pity or joy. He threw the punch.
“Trinity Strike Technique, Third Form, Earthshaker!”
For a moment, the heavens and earth trembled. Wind and force roared. Potent energy tore through the air like a mountain flood. It collapsed into a waterfall that poured down from the galaxy above, swallowing Fergus whole.
The power of that one punch shook the world.