Dragon Quest

"That's enough. You can stop now."

Chen Cheng's tone was grave, with even a hint of darkness beneath it.

Noah had never imagined that his Ultimate Art could be forcibly interrupted. Nor had he ever heard of a Saber Intent like the one She Li had used at the end, a technique that had severed his will to fight.

Noah stared at the sword in his hand, still reeling from the shock. Chen Cheng spoke in a low voice:

"Do you know what the Ultimate Art you're using really is?"

Noah answered without a second thought:

"Of course. It's the Hero's Soul, born when we gather the indomitable fighting spirit of heroes and unleash it in desperate straits."

But Chen Cheng was in no mood to tease him for such an overblown answer. He had sensed it clearly just now. This supposed unleashing of the Hero's Soul was actually burning through their innate potential.

And once that potential ran dry, it began draining their life force.

Every Ultimate Art they unleashed was not a move to defeat an enemy, but a prelude to their own death.

"Stop using your Ultimate Arts."

Chen Cheng's voice was stern.

The fact that they used the same name for the Epic Rank showed that they, too, came from the world of the Karmak Continent. Perhaps their ancestors had been influenced by that accursed Godly Thought and carved out a New World beneath this Abyss.

As far as Chen Cheng was concerned, they were members of the Human race—and talented ones at that. He did not want to watch such talents be deceived into using some damned Ultimate Art until they burned their lives away.

Noah looked at Chen Cheng in confusion.

"Why, senior? If we don't use our Ultimate Arts, how are we supposed