Dragon Soaring World was sent skidding back dozens of meters. The web of his sword hand split open, golden blood ran down the dark red hilt, and his entire arm tingled uncontrollably.
What a humiliation!
It was even more galling than being blasted away by his own Divine Might!
This was not a matter of superior technique. It was a rejection of everything he was at his core.
The "Purple Crystal Dragon Soaring World" did not pursue him. It simply stood there, wearing a face identical to his, and looked at him with something close to pity.
As though it were looking at a clumsy imitation.
Whoosh!
The purple figure moved again.
This time, it used no tricky, unexpected move. It opened with the technique Dragon Soaring World was proudest of, the cornerstone of his entire fighting style—[Army Breaking Three Consecutive Slashes]!
The first slash came straight down, heavy and forceful, sealing off every angle of escape.
The second swept across like lightning, following close behind and targeting his waist and abdomen.
The third swept upward, unpredictable and concealed behind the first two, straight for his jaw!
Dragon Soaring World had forged this combination through countless bloody battles until it was etched into his bones.
But in the impostor's hands, it felt entirely different.
Faster! More vicious! More perfect!
The transitions between slashes were effortless, as though all three had always been one—a manifestation of law itself!
Dragon Soaring World's pupils contracted.
Without thinking, his body moving almost on instinct, he unleashed [Army Breaking Three Consecutive Slashes] too!
He would strike back with his strongest technique!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three explosive clashes rang out across the wasteland so rapidly they nearly merged into one!
Sparks sprayed like a waterfall!
The result was inevitable.
Dragon Soaring World's Triple Slash was utterly