112: Chapter 112 Lin Lei's Shock!
Miluo Island.
Linley's stride radiated an unconcealable confidence.
Several hundred years had passed.
Having experienced the life-and-death trials of the Amethyst Mountain Range, he had grown from that naive Lowgod into the powerhouse he was today.
He had learned the ultimate technique of the Amethyst Divine Beast, Reisgem...
and mastered the mysteries of fusing the Gravity Space with the Blackstone Space...
Especially in his Dragon-transformation state.
Linley was confident that his physical defense and attack power could now go head-to-head with an ordinary Seven-Star Fiend.
Looking across all of Hell.
He, Linley, could finally be considered a significant figure.
"Boss," Bebe mumbled indistinctly, taking a bite of the divine fruit in his hand, "with your current strength, taking the test to become a Seven-Star Fiend would be an absolute breeze."
"If you ran into a piece of trash like Ateskin again, you wouldn't even need to use your Dragon-transformation; one punch would send him to his grave."
Delia covered her mouth and chuckled from the side. She loved seeing Linley so full of confident spirit.
"Hell is full of powerhouses; we cannot be careless," Linley shook his head.
Although he was humble with his words, an unavoidable sense of arrogance had taken root in his heart.
Back in the Yulan Continent, Big Brother Allen had been like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.
Even a crisis like the one with Ateskin had been resolved by Allen's Fire God Clone.
Back then, Linley could only look up at Allen's back. But now, it was different. After hundreds of years of bitter Cultivation, wandering between life and death.
"No matter how high Big Brother Allen's talent is," Linley thought to himself, "without this kind of life-and-death training, his rate of progress definitely cannot compare to mine."
"The current me should no longer be inferior to him, perhaps I have even surpassed him, right?"
Scenes of Allen guiding him back then surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
If they were to reunite in Hell one day, he really wanted to spar with Big Brother Allen. To let him see how much I, Linley, have grown.
The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked into a towering Demon Castle. This was the best place on Miluo Island to obtain intelligence and purchase supplies.
"Greetings, three Lords. What can I help you with?" A waiter dressed in black robes approached respectfully.
"We want to see some combat recordings of high-level powerhouses, preferably records of Asura-level engagements," Linley scanned the hall.
He needed to learn from the combat styles of other powerhouses to broaden his perspective. Spending some ink stones to buy some projection crystals was the most cost-effective deal.
"Asura-level combat records?" The waiter's eyes lit up, and he immediately lowered his voice.
"My Lord, you have asked the right person. In the third-floor VIP room, we just received a batch of top-tier combat recordings. One of the hottest ones is absolutely not to be missed."
The waiter made a gesture of invitation. The three of them followed the waiter to a quiet room on the third floor.
In the center of the quiet room sat a massive crystal ball.
"This recording is of the Skyfire Asura killing the Thunder Asura," the waiter explained, his face full of awe as he adjusted the crystal ball.
"This is a real recording from several hundred years ago that took place in the Skyfire Valley of the Qingya Prefecture. Lord Borg, the Thunder Asura, was a veteran Asura! Yet he was killed in one strike by that mysterious Skyfire Asura!"
Killed an Asura in one strike? Linley's heart shook violently.
Although he was confident he could contend with a Seven-Star Fiend, he knew clearly that if he faced an Asura-level powerhouse, he would absolutely be the one being unilaterally crushed.
Let alone killing an Asura in one strike. Such strength was simply shocking.
"Hurry up and play it!" Bebe also tossed aside the divine fruit in his hand, staring unblinkingly at the crystal ball.
Hummm—the crystal ball lit up with a soft glow. A slightly shaky holographic image was projected into mid-air.
The scene was clearly filmed from a great distance away, but that did not prevent Linley from seeing the appearances of both combatants clearly.
In the image, a violent spatial black hole was crazily devouring everything around it. An old man wrapped in black thunder was retreating in a wretched state, his face full of terror.
And standing at the edge of the black hole was a black-haired youth wearing a crimson robe, holding a bladeless sword.
The youth's expression was indifferent. Even as the spatial turbulence slashed at his body, it didn't even tear the corner of his robe.
The moment he saw the black-haired youth's face, Linley felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His entire body seemed to be hit by a paralysis spell, rooted firmly to the spot.
Delia took half a step back. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, blocking the exclamation that was about to escape her lips.
Bebe was even more shocked, falling onto the table on his backside, not even noticing that his straw hat had fallen to the ground.
That face. That familiar aura. How could Linley possibly mistake it!
The kindness of guidance in the Magical Beast Mountain Range of the Yulan Continent. The life-saving grace of killing Ateskin in the Baruch Empire. Allen Dawson! It was actually Big Brother Allen!
The scene inside the crystal ball continued. Allen swung the zhan tian sword, and crimson Sword Qi tore through the firmament.
That earth-shattering strike forcefully split the thunder dragon, slicing the arrogant Thunder Asura into fragments of flesh filling the sky. Even his space ring was pulverized into dust by this single sword strike.
Too strong. Strong to the point of despair. Linley stared fixedly at that crimson sword light, his brain frantically simulating.
If it were himself standing in front of this sword light. His prideful Dragon-transformation? His Gravity Space defense? Useless! All useless!
Linley despairingly discovered that even if he exhausted all his trump cards, there was only one outcome when facing this strike: Dragon scales and Physical Body alike would instantly turn to ash. There was no possibility of resistance.
The quiet room was terrifyingly silent. There was only the faint humming sound of the crystal ball operating.
"My Lords?" The waiter, seeing the three of them dazed, couldn't help but speak up to remind them. "This battle is shocking enough, right?"
The waiter's tone was filled with pride. "This is a recording from several hundred years ago. That Skyfire Asura, even back then, could kill an Asura in one strike."
"Hundreds of years have passed, and with such a peerless Genius's rate of Cultivation, his current strength is likely already approaching Great Perfection!"
This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing accurately into Linley's heart. Several hundred years ago! That meant that back when he was still struggling in the Amethyst Mountain Range, Big Brother Allen was already capable of killing an Asura!
The massive shock brought about by this information gap caused the confidence Linley had built up to collapse instantly. He gave a bitter smile. His shoulders slumped powerlessly.
He had originally thought he had caught up to the other's footsteps, even fantasizing about sparring with him. Now it seemed, this idea was simply ridiculous.
He had fought tooth and nail to climb a hill and was feeling smug about it. When he looked up, Allen was already standing on an altar above the Nine Heavens, looking down at all living beings.
"Linley..." Delia held Linley's cold hand with heartache. She could feel the sense of defeat in her husband's heart at this moment.
Bebe also rarely remained silent, just silently picking up his straw hat and putting it on. The little black rat who was usually afraid of nothing was also scared silly by the terrifying combat power of Allen in the image.
"I'm fine." Linley held Delia's hand back, his voice a bit dry. He took a deep breath of the cool air in the quiet room.
When he looked back at the crystal ball, the defeat in his eyes had gradually receded. Replacing it was a desire for victory that was even more burning and even more insane than before.
So what if it's an insurmountable mountain? As long as I'm not dead, as long as I'm still walking, one day, I will also be able to climb to that height!
Linley paid the ink stones, turned around, and strode out of the quiet room. But his back, now less flamboyant than before, carried a touch more depth and restraint.