The Staff
As the massive club came hurtling down, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air and accompanied by deafening sonic booms, Bai Mo stretched out his hands, meeting the club with his fists and palms. This attack was fierce and powerful, but the club itself was not as sharp as a sword or knife, relying more on skillful maneuvering.
He lifted both feet off the ground, his whole body bearing the force and converting it into propulsion to the maximum extent.
Before the destructive power erupted, Bai Mo used it first, activating Whale Dominates the World, and his figure vanished instantly. Yao Lian missed its mark, his opponent had disappeared without a trace, and he immediately swung his giant staff into a flurry of flourishes.
An overwhelming force unleashed Storm that ravaged the entire battlefield, completely surrounding Yao Lian. Yao Lian's eyes and senses were fully activated, searching for Bai Mo's location like radar.
"Up there!"
Yao Lian immediately looked up, and a black shadow fell from the sky. He raised his staff with one hand and thrust it out, but in the next instant, the Storm that had been rising around him seemed to come alive. In the instant he changed his response, he also released his control over the protective Storm that had been accumulating power.
"To think you can control the power I unleash so quickly..."
The Orca Tyrant Fist landed heavily on the end of Yao Lian's staff, the intense pressure causing his wrist to crack with a crisp sound. However, what followed was even more deadly.
Solar Eclipse, Waning Moon!
Two streams of Blade of Hell power merged into the Storm, Storm, like a meat grinder, enveloped Yao Lian. Countless flashes of cold light appeared, and for the first time, Yao Lian experienced the feeling of being torn to pieces.
In an instant, all the meridians in his body were severed by the Blade of Hell, and at the same time, the output of the Magnetic Field Power was like a water source being blocked. The already vastly different giant clubs were decided in this instant.
With a loud "thud," the giant rod, like a thrown javelin, pierced straight through Yao Lian's body, shattering the heart that powered the Magnetic Field Power.
"Wow! How could this be? How could the Yao Lian King not even last one round?"
The surrounding Rakshasa were shocked. Some of those who had just been clamoring to taste Bai Mo's flesh and blood now truly saw the difference in strength and put away their arrogance, replacing it with the fear that should be present in the face of a strong person.
They were trembling with fear, and almost ran away first.
Yao Lian's eyes narrowed sharply, and then a sharp killing intent swept over him. Undoubtedly, Bai Mo was now trying to destroy Yao Lian's brain, which was still able to organize its power.
However, facing this desperate attack, Yao Lian revealed a smile. The next instant, a blazing flame ignited from his body, like a tree struck by lightning, burning fiercely.
"The flames of Shiva? Compared to Kama's, they lack spiritual influence but are more ferocious. Is this because the object of worship is the God of Great Terror, an aspect of Shiva?"
Bai Mo analyzed the situation in his mind. However, he had already made preparations. Previously, Jara had revealed the secret of the Yao Lian's Double Body, so he naturally took the opponent's self-destruct attack into account.
Bai Mo's figure fell like a leaf. He looked at the giant pillar standing in the flames, its outer shell gradually peeling away to reveal its golden inner core.
The giant club was entirely gold, with an intricately carved black serpent coiled around it. Both ends were enormous, covered with fragments of various weapons, including blade tips, sword tips, and arrowheads, all fused together into one piece.
At this moment, the weapon truly revealed its true form. Rather than a club, it was more like a Jingang, but longer than Jingang, combining the two. For a magnetic field expert who didn't consider the strain on their strength, it should still fall within the category of a club.
The raging flames, accompanied by the lingering vortex, resembled a stage. Yao Lian's wounds had disappeared, revealing his well-developed muscles. His body was engulfed in flames, making him look like Demon God emerging from Hell.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to take out my weapon from your waist?"
Yao Lian immediately noticed the Jingang Beginning and End tucked at Bai Mo's waist. He placed it on his shoulder, the Jingang burning with the fiery flames of Shiva. As if showing off, he swung the Jingang around and stood it upright on the ground.
"These weapon fragments are all weapons of my former enemies, a total of 537. Once I collect a thousand of them, they will be no less powerful than Indra's Jingang."
And what about your weapon? Is it worth embedding it in there?
Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Bai Mo's eyes, but his smile remained unchanged.
"Yao Lian, this weapon isn't suitable for you," Bai Mo suddenly said, pointing a finger at Yao Lian. "Staffs are weapons that rely on skill, but you seem to value external force more than your own skill."
I'll prove it to you soon enough, I'll split this cobbled-together thing in two, along with you."
Bai Mo said coldly that the Beginning and End was of great significance to him, as it contained the educational significance of his master, the Great Blade Martial God, as well as the entrustment from Shi Yitong, and was also his most handy weapon.
Yao Lian made some harsh words to him, but Bai Mo thought they were just passing by. However, his current words made Bai Mo feel that something he cherished had been tainted.
The Beginning and End emitted a low hum in the air, its cold light resembling the reflection of frost in winter, threatening to cleave Yao Lian in two. Yao Lian held the Jingang Pestle between his shoulders, and when it collided with the Beginning and End, the Vajra Beginning and End seemed oblivious to the Flames of Shiva, landing heavily on the Jingang Pestle.
The Avici Hell Blade – Splitting the Sky.
With a soft click, Yao Lian saw a fragment fall.
This Jingang was given to him after each victory in war, when he captured the king and the Brahmins. Although Yao Lian would not kill the highest caste like other castes, he would still make them pay a price.
The price was to help forge this weapon. After being tempered by the magical power of thousands of Brahmin priests and aided by the swords of Kshatriya warriors, Yao Lian was confident that his weapon was absolutely no less than those divinely bestowed weapons.
However, upon closer inspection, this thing was already broken?
How is this possible? Knives and clubs are inherently disadvantageous weapons, so how could one's own weapon be inferior? And why didn't Flames of Shiva destroy this weapon?
As if understanding Yao Lian's question, Bai Mo replied, "It's just Flames of Shiva; it's not like I haven't seen it before."
Bai Mo's swordsmanship changed again, wielding the Eighteen Levels of Hell. When he encountered Kama before, Bai Mo used the Beginning and End to deal with the all-destroying Flames of Shiva, and could even use the enemy's own methods against him.
Flames of Shiva, guided by the characteristics of Beginning and End, resemble a fluttering battle flag.
"How could this be... Mahadeva, you promised that this flame would burn away all obstacles."
"Yes, these flames are trying to incinerate my weapon right now, can't you see? They're chasing after me; it's your lack of control over this power."
Bai Mo seemed to be waving a battle flag, pressing forward step by step. Although Yao Lian was verbally unforgiving, he still turned around and fought back with the Jingang Yao Lian in his hand. He completely ignored Bai Mo's offensive. Since he was not afraid of death, he was naturally not afraid of pain.
However, facing Bai Mo, who had reached Complete Realm pinnacle of the normal magnetic field realm, his attacks gained no advantage, as if all of Jingang Pestle's attacks were seen through.
"I told you long ago, you're not suited for this kind of weapon."
A thousand days for a sword, a hundred days for a spear, ten years for a blade, a lifetime for a staff. The staff is the most difficult weapon to master. At the same time, the staff is also a weapon for pursuing a state of mind, striking hard without causing serious injury, subduing the enemy without killing. Only by achieving this kind of free and easy control can one become a master of the staff.
However, Yao Lian's fighting style is extremely brutal, so the versatility of his staff techniques cannot be fully displayed.