139: Chapter 139 Sky Slaughter

Chen Mo's eyes suddenly turned serious.

A fifth-order Control-level Domain of Will.

Zhao Ji's Extreme Will Spear Intent had actually touched the threshold of fifth-order control. Although a complete Domain hadn't formed yet, it was enough to break through the suppression of the Inner World.

This was the first opponent of the same rank he had encountered in the Trial Tower who could break through the suppression of his Inner World head-on.

"Interesting."

Chen Mo whispered, completely setting aside his contempt. He activated his Constant Source Body to its full potential, his stature growing to three meters. Hengyuan Force flowed across his skin, and every inch of his flesh contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

"Come!"

Zhao Ji extended his right hand.

With a humming vibration, a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand.

The spear was three meters and ninety-five centimeters long. The spearhead was shaped like a three-edged armor-piercing tip, gleaming with a cold light that seemed capable of piercing through everything.

The shaft was as thick as an adult's arm, embossed with a crouching giant tiger. Its tiger eyes were wide open, radiating intense Evil Qi.

The moment he grasped the spear, Zhao Ji's Aura surged again.

Man and spear became one.

"Extreme Will Tyrant Spear — Break!"

With a low shout, Zhao Ji flickered and vanished from where he stood.

The next second, the spearhead was already in front of Chen Mo!

There were no flashy Moves; it was just the simplest, most tyrannical straight thrust.

Yet, this thrust contained all of his will and power. The spearhead pierced the air, emitting a sharp sonic boom.

Extreme Will Tyrant Spear. Every Move was a killing blow, every Move was executed with full force.

Clang!!

Chen Mo clenched his right fist and struck out head-on against the spearhead.

The fist and the spearhead collided fiercely, the sound of metal clashing deafening.

A terrifying shockwave exploded outwards from the two, the basalt ground beneath them instantly cracking. Spiderweb-like fissures spread wildly, covering dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ji felt a terrifying force travel along the spear shaft, his arm going numb. He couldn't help but slide backwards for hundreds of meters, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

"What powerful strength!"

Instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. He flicked his wrist sharply.

The spear moved like a Dragon, the tip instantly unleashing seven or eight spear flowers. It was difficult to distinguish reality from illusion, sealing off all of Chen Mo's evasion space.

Every thrust aimed directly for vital points, and amidst the grand, sweeping movements, there were hidden, exquisitely subtle changes in the technique.

Clearly, he had seen through Chen Mo's intention to engage in close-quarters combat and was using the spear's reach advantage to suppress him firmly.

Chen Mo did not dodge or evade, throwing out both fists.

Hengyuan Force circulated over his fists, creating layers of fist shadows like a golden storm.

He entered the controlled state of Self-Freedom Extreme Will; power followed his heart, and his body's reaction speed reached its limit. Every punch accurately smashed into the stress point of the spear shaft.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

The dull sounds of collision were like heavy rain hitting a tin roof, so dense they merged into one.

Two figures intersected rapidly in the center of the arena, fist shadows and spear light intertwining. Hundreds of afterimages flashed in the space simultaneously, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was false.

Roaring sounds echoed one after another, and the entire arena trembled continuously.

Zhao Ji's spear technique was tyrannical and exquisite. His attacks were like thunder, his defense was impenetrable, and his Extreme Will Spear Intent was constantly eroding Chen Mo's perception, attempting to disrupt his mind.

But Chen Mo's Inner World also locked down the surroundings firmly.

Within his Domain of light, all spear trajectories were clearly predicted. Hengyuan Force dissolved the erosion of the Spear Intent layer by layer, while simultaneously using the power of the Domain to pull and delay Zhao Ji's movements.

Under these opposing forces, although Zhao Ji's offensive was fierce, he was steadily suppressed by Chen Mo.

After hundreds of exchanges, Zhao Ji's breathing gradually became heavy.

He knew in his heart that if they continued to fight like this, he would definitely be the one to lose.

The opponent's Domain was too complete and too stable; it combined offense and defense, with almost no flaws.

The longer it dragged on, the more his power would be consumed; defeat was only a matter of time.

Since that was the case, he would settle it with one Move!

Zhao Ji pulled back violently, creating a distance of thousands of meters.

He held the spear with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and the Aura around him began to contract wildly.

All tyranny and all sharpness were retracting bit by bit into the spear body. The entire spear became dull and lusterless, yet it exuded a heart-palpitating sense of danger.

This was the prelude to accumulation reaching its extreme.

"Brother Chen, this Move of mine is called 'Sky Slaughter'. Either you die, or I die. Be ready!"

The moment the words fell, Zhao Ji's eyes widened. All his mental will, all his Source Power, and all his Extreme Will were poured into the spear at this moment.

Hum!

The spear body emitted a long tiger roar.

A black, spear-shaped beam of light that pierced through the heavens and earth shot up from the tip of the spear, stabbing directly at the dome of the arena.

There were no flashy variations, no room for maneuvering or testing.

There was only an unstoppable, all-destroying momentum of slaughter.

The Extreme Will Tyrant Spear was fundamentally a path of replacing defense with offense, of having no equal.

"Sky Slaughter —!"

Zhao Ji kicked off the ground, and he and the spear transformed into a stream of light, shooting towards Chen Mo.

Facing this earth-shattering spear, Chen Mo's expression was solemn.

He did not dodge, nor did he defend.

Facing this kind of unstoppable Extreme Will, retreating would cause his Aura to collapse, and defending would break his Foundation. The only way was to attack with an attack, to break strength with strength.

"Constant Source Collapse Fist!"

Chen Mo whispered these five words.

The next moment, the white-yellow Domain of light around him suddenly contracted inwards. All his Hengyuan Force and all the will of his Inner World were crazily collapsing towards his right fist.

All the rules and all the will of the Inner World were also poured into this one punch at this moment.

This punch condensed all his power; it was the explosion after his Hengyuan Force collapsed to the extreme.

Boom —!!

Chen Mo threw a punch forward.

A white-yellow beam of light, condensed to the extreme, shot out from his fist and collided fiercely with the black spear beam descending from the sky.

There was no ear-piercing loud noise, only a momentary silence.

Immediately afterwards, a white light, ten thousand times brighter than the sun, erupted from the center of the collision, instantly swallowing the entire world.

A terrifying shockwave swept outwards in a ring, and wherever it passed, boulders, stands, and pillars were all instantly ground into powder.

The earth collapsed layer by layer, and a giant crater hundreds of kilometers in diameter and bottomless formed rapidly with the collision point as the center.

The rocks at the bottom of the crater had long since melted into a molten state under the high temperature and impact, glowing with a dark red light.

Ripples appeared on the boundary barrier of the Trial Tower.

The light gradually dissipated.

Amidst the smoke and dust, two figures stood facing each other from afar.

Zhao Ji knelt on one knee, his right hand supporting the half-broken spear shaft, his left hand hanging powerlessly. Half of his body had been annihilated in the previous collision, his injuries severe to the extreme.

Yet his back remained straight, and there was no trace of dejection on his face; instead, it was filled with a hearty, satisfying smile.

"Exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!"

He gasped for air, looked up at Chen Mo in the sky, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Chen, your fist really packs a punch! I lost!"

Chen Mo stood in mid-air, the Domain of light around him undulating slightly, his breath also slightly disordered.

He had also consumed quite a bit in this clash.

He looked at Zhao Ji below, who was defeated but still proud, a trace of appreciation for an equal strongman flashing in his eyes.

This was a Martial Artist worthy of respect, a pure pioneer.

"Brother Zhao's spear technique is peerless. I am honored."

"Hahaha, a loss is a loss, there is nothing to be honored about."

Zhao Ji waved his hand, his body already beginning to become illusory. "Let's... fight again next time! I won't lose again then!"

"Good." Chen Mo nodded slightly. "I'll be waiting."

"It's a deal!"

Zhao Ji laughed loudly, his figure completely dissipating into the air.

[Match ended. Source Power System, Chen Mo, wins.]

[Challenger ranking updated: Current ranking, 36th.]

The cold System prompt sounded.

He stood above the devastated arena, quietly savoring the battle just now.

Zhao Ji's Extreme Will Spear Intent had shown him another path to touch the fifth-order control level.

Condensing a Domain with Martial Artist will, and piercing through rules with extreme offensive power.

It was completely different from his own Inner World path, yet it had reached an equally high level.

The gains from this battle were far more valuable than the rise in ranking.

More importantly, this was the first time he had encountered a strongman of his own race in the Universe.

It turned out that in the distant Star Domain, humans had already spread across the galaxy and had already walked out countless extraordinary paths.

Blue Star was not alone, and humanity was not weak.

Chen Mo looked up, his gaze casting once again to the higher parts of the Trial Tower ranking list.

The names were still unfamiliar.

But his footsteps would not stop.

Zhao Ji's appearance made him even more certain, "The vast Universe is full of strongmen."

And what he had to do was to keep going up, to stand at the very top.