The Wanderer sensed Chen Chuan approaching from the side. A dazzling light flashed inside his body, and he moved just as swiftly.
He turned and struck with his palm, hitting Chen Chuan's fist from the side with perfect accuracy. Their spiritual fires first dissolved and scattered against each other, torrents of air bursting outward as their respective forces surged into one another.
The mutated tissue inside Chen Chuan merely trembled slightly, dissipating the force, and he immediately threw another punch.
The battle now tested not only their strength and speed, but also their skill, sustained output, and even coordination.
Both men were moving at high speed, so attacks like these required them to maintain matching speeds. If either slowed down or sped up even a little, they could suddenly slip out of alignment, leaving the attack unable to land and its force unable to carry through.
As the one fleeing, however, the Wanderer clearly had much less to worry about in this regard. He could evade Chen Chuan's attacks by constantly changing direction and alternating his speed.
He did the same this time. As the force struck, he twisted backward and rolled away, dispersing it while also dodging the follow-up attack.
But one thing was different from before. Although he had escaped the ritual, he had also left behind the scattered crystalline mist that had surrounded him. Facing the Great Bright Light Style and the Great Azure Void Style head-on, he no longer had anything to share the damage or dissipate the force fields. Other changes appeared on his body, seemingly to divert that portion of the force.
As he retreated, clusters of crystals burst from his body, then burned into clouds of fiery smoke. His rapid movement stretched them into countless brilliant, flying rainbows.
Chen Chuan could tell that