248: Chapter 248 True Form of Dharma!

"Is this your trump card? ..."

"Flashy."

Mr. Chen sneered.

The three arms moved in unison.

The main right blade slashed horizontally, blocked by Su Ming's spear shaft. "Clang!" The web of his hand split open, and the phantom arms beneath his ribs struck out simultaneously.

The blade radiance swept past.

"Pfft!"

Su Ming's right arm flew off from the shoulder.

The severed wound was neat.

Blood mist burst forth.

The bone fragments were blindingly white, and the severed arm spun in the air, yet its five fingers tightly gripped the crimson spear without letting go!

The spear body hummed.

Su Ming didn't look at his severed arm; the killing intent in the depths of his eyes surged explosively!

——Object Manipulation!

"Swoosh——!"

The severed arm gripped the spear, reversing the tip to stab toward his own chest!

Penetration!

The spear tip pierced in from the back and protruded from the chest, carrying fresh blood as it thrust straight at Mr. Chen's face!

Using his own body as cover!

Delivering the spear through the body!

Mr. Chen's pupils froze for a fraction of a second.

The three blades crossed to block.

"Clang——!"

A deafening blast exploded, and he was forcefully forced back three steps.

His feet landed steadily.

He glanced at the blood stained on the blade.

He raised his head.

His gaze locked onto Su Ming once again.

With a hole in his chest, Su Ming panted heavily and wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth.

"You're ruthless."

Two words, spoken in a calm tone carrying a tiny trace of acknowledgment.

The blood hole in Su Ming's chest was healing.

As Tears of the Tree of Life circulated, his severed arm reconnected, and the crisp snapping sound of bones aligning echoed within the force field.

He clenched his fists.

Flexing his finger joints.

Crackling noises sounded.

Not enough, far from enough!

He was too steady.

The spiritual manifestation of the Three-Armed Asura paired with the Physical Body of the 9th realm provided both offense and defense. Even with him going all out until now, the opponent hadn't even shown fatigue.

This meant...

He still had energy to spare and hadn't been forced to his limit!

This won't do!

He needed greater pressure!

Being forced into a true desperate situation, he needed that suffocating feeling of 'the next strike means certain death' to push him past the threshold.

At this moment, the pressure was still not large enough.

That shred of inspiration remained elusive and intermittent!

Then, increase the intensity!

——Storm Purgatory!

With himself at the center, the Protective Aura storm erupted abruptly!

The force field space was limited. The two-thousand-meter-diameter storm was compressed within this spherical cage, and its density directly multiplied several times!

The violent winds were like blades!

Every strand of airflow was frantically stripping away Mr. Chen's vital energy and blood!

Mr. Chen frowned slightly.

His vital energy and blood were draining—not fast, but indeed being stripped away.

Su Ming raised his hand.

"——Abyss!"

"Boom boom boom——!!"

The inner wall of the force field trembled violently.

The Dragon soul phantom suddenly raised its head, its hundreds-of-meters-long Dragon body coiling behind him.

"Hum——!!"

Dark red Dragon flames burst forth from the surface of Su Ming's body!

With his own center as the Origin, the purgatory descended!

Within a radius of hundreds of meters, space distorted!

The temperature soared to a terrifying degree; within the force field, the ground strata instantly liquefied, turning into a crimson magma lake!

Dragon flame Origin!

Incinerating the heavens and boiling the seas!

The dark red flames surged outward like materialized giant waves, layer upon layer, devouring all matter within the force field!

The inner walls of the force field emitted a crimson halo.

Like a miniature star burning inside.

Beneath the Abyss, the Dragon Flame Purgatory!

Dual-field superposition!

One sets fires.

One draws blood.

The Dragon Flame Purgatory burned the Physical Body, while the Storm Purgatory extracted vital energy and blood. The two intertwined to form a terrifying meat-grinder purgatory!

Mr. Chen's expression changed slightly.

His protective Protective Aura expanded.

But the surface was still being scorched by the Dragon flames, showing signs of carbonization.

His vital energy and blood were being pulled away by the Protective Aura threads.

The Protective Aura shield was being consumed at a terrifying speed, and the replenishment rate began to fail to keep up with the loss rate.

"A bit interesting."

Before his voice faded.

Su Ming stepped forward to close in.

The spear struck out!

——No Moon!

The dark golden arc cut through the sea of fire, and taking advantage of Mr. Chen's gap in resisting the dual fields, the spear tip pierced his left shoulder!

"Pfft——!"

Fresh blood spurted out!

Evaporating into mist.

Mr. Chen lowered his head to look at the wound on his shoulder.

He smiled.

He opened his mouth.

His voice was no longer gentle.

Protective Aura surged explosively!

The 9th realm cultivation operated at full power, temporarily forcing the Dragon flames back.

"You surely don't think..."

The voice was very soft.

Pressed extremely low.

But every single word carried a suffocating coercion.

Mr. Chen's eyes closed, and when he opened them again, his pupils were as pitch-black as ink.

"...that you can win?"

He raised his head, the smile on his face gone.

Releasing the double blades.

The three arms brought their palms together.

"Hum——"

Behind Mr. Chen, space distorted, and a hazy phantom rose from behind him...

Black.

Twisted.

Its upper body condensed into substance, while its lower body blurred like mist, towering over a hundred meters high, its three arms stretched out, each holding a pitch-black giant blade.

Dharma Idol True Body!

Three-Armed Asura!

"Hum——!"

An invisible force field radiated from the surface of the Dharma Idol's body; the Abyss Dragon flames were compressed, and the stripping effect of the Storm Purgatory abruptly weakened!

Su Ming's eyelids twitched.

The Dharma Idol was flawless.

The Dharma Idol condensed by a 9th realm Martial Artist was the concretization of spirituality; it possessed a natural repulsion and suppression toward all external forces, and the effect of the dual fields was forcefully compressed by nearly seventy percent!

Mr. Chen's three arms hung down.

The voice came from both the Dharma Idol and the main body simultaneously, forming a bizarre Echo.

"This is the 8th realm."

He lowered his gaze, looking down from above.

"Spiritual manifestation, Dharma Idol True Body."

"Without entering the 8th realm, one is ultimately an ant."

The Three-Armed Asura Dharma Idol raised its arms in sync, and the three pitch-black giant blades in its hands slashed down simultaneously!

"Slash!"

——Void Realm Warp!

Su Ming's figure vanished, reappearing ten meters away...

One of the Dharma Idol's blades had already arrived before his eyes!

The speed was despairingly fast.

The force field space was too small; while it restricted Mr. Chen, it also restricted Su Ming's maneuvering space.

"Boom——!"

A blade smashed down!

Su Ming was smashed directly into the inner wall of the force field!

Ripples exploded from the point of contact!

"Pfft——!"

Three blades slashed together!

Su Ming was chopped directly into pieces.

Tears of the Tree of Life activated, healing him, and he stood up.

The three blades descended once more.

He shattered again.

He healed again and stood back up.

The Dharma Idol's giant blade swept horizontally, pounding him into a pulp of flesh.

Outside the force field.

The Mechanical Little Snake stiffened into a straight line.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Its toothpick-like horns drooped.

Its vertical pupils reflected the figure that was repeatedly crushed and repeatedly reborn. "The Dharma Idol True Body is an absolute suppression against low-tier living beings; he won't last much longer."

Inside the force field.

Mr. Chen didn't speak, merely pressing the attack blindly.

The Dharma Idol's three blades slashed together, chopping Su Ming into minced meat, reorganizing, getting chopped again, and reorganizing again...

The fourth time.

The seventh time.

The tenth time...

With every death, his Spear Intent grew a fraction clearer.

That door was getting closer and closer, yet he could never push it open!

Infinitely close, infinitely close, yet he could never grasp the knack.

What is still missing?

What the hell is still missing?!

Must I really die?

Su Ming took two blades head-on.

His chest collapsed, and his ribs were completely shattered. Throughout this battle, Tears of the Tree of Life worked without rest, crazily repairing and patching him up.

——Void Realm Warp!

His figure flickered.

Pulling back the distance.

On the other end of the force field's inner wall, amidst a brief gasp of breath—since he couldn't win in a direct clash, his speed couldn't keep up, and there was no space to dodge, then...

He would stake it all in one go!

Su Ming raised his hand.

Driven by his thought, Mental Energy poured out torrentially.

Within the Void Realm, Star Abyss Spears condensed into shape—two, ten, fifty, one hundred!

One hundred Star Abyss Spears hovered behind him, their tips all pointing at Mr. Chen, their dark golden sharpness intertwining into a curtain of light.

Mr. Chen's footsteps paused for a fraction of a second.

Su Ming lowered his eyes.

A hundred spears vibrated in unison.

Sacrifice!

His vital energy and blood values drained frantically, instantly plunging below the safety line.

But he didn't care.

One hundred spears, every single one of them an extension of his arms, every single one infused with all his Spear Intent.

"——No Moon."

One hundred Star Abyss Spears simultaneously slashed out dark golden arcs!

Like a hundred suns shining together!

Every arc carried the terrifying sharpness after sacrificing his vital energy and blood; a hundred arcs intertwined and superposed into a blinding golden tide of light, sweeping toward Mr. Chen!

As for the price...

"Hisss!"

The vital energy and blood consumption of a hundred No Moons superposed instantly sucked him into a dried-up husk!

Skin clinging to bones, eye sockets sunken deep...

Dropping dead on the spot instantly.

The dark golden light tide swept across the entire arena.

Mr. Chen's expression changed drastically!

The Three-Armed Asura danced in unison, its Dharma Idol giant blades crossing to block!

One, two, ten, thirty...

"Clang! Clang! Clang——!"

The explosive clanging of metal merged into one continuous sound!

The roaring did not cease!

Resounding throughout the entire arena!

The ninety-ninth arc crashed into the Dharma Idol's right arm, jolting it backward!

Then the final arc slashed down.

This arc was slightly different from the previous ninety-nine; within the spear radiance, there seemed to be a certain...

Rhythm.

Unsayable and unnamable, it was not strength, not speed, not technique, and even less the sharpness of Protective Aura crystallization; it was a kind of...

Momentum!

Mr. Chen's eyelids jumped fiercely.

A chill shot up his spine.

The three blades crossed to resist.

"Boom——!!!"

The final arc rolled over, hacking Mr. Chen and his Dharma Idol flying away together!

"Bang——!"

The body slammed into the inner wall of the force field, ripples spreading layer by layer, causing the entire spherical force field to tremble violently!

Blood spilled from the corner of Mr. Chen's mouth.

He stared at the withered corpse that had collapsed to the ground.

The depths of his eyes were filled with horror.

That final spear strike...

"Spear Momentum?!"

His voice trembled.

"Impossible!"

Momentum—that was something that required reaching the 8th realm to preliminarily perceive the mighty power of heaven and earth before there was even a sliver of a possibility of comprehending it, and only upon reaching the 9th realm could one formally comprehend it through borrowing the laws of heaven and earth!

Even he couldn't do it!

Su Ming, a Martial Artist of the 7th Realm, how on earth could he touch that level!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!