Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1222: Merciless

The members of Team Zenith all protected themselves. Sun Xiaowu's body flared with golden light, Sun Mengmeng clad herself in black flames, Li Feng's skin glowed silver, Yang Ze was surrounded by mirrored refractions, his body seemingly isolated in space, and Zhou Ying grew thick roots from underneath her feet to cover her up.

"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Fade]!"

Pale blue genetic energy rippled about Zhang Lie's arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The sky began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.

A howling gale swept over the combatants. As more and more genetic energy gathered around Zhang Lie's arms, it looked as though he were at the heart of a whirlpool.

A huge wave soared into the air. As Zhang Lie punched forward, the fish slammed its huge tail on the ground and sent a torrent of water surging.

Ripples of energy spread out from Zhang Lie, warping the space around him. The towering waves looked like enraged black dragons, flooding the arena.

The explosion shattered space and sent waves of force rippling all around it. Like a rampaging beast, it devoured everything nearby, shattering space and swallowing up all life in its vicinity. Fang Yi was sent flying into the distance and smashed into one of the barriers that Zhu had erected, cracking it as he was flung into it hard enough to leave an impression of his body behind.

Fang Yi fell to the ground and sucked in a breath. "Argh, it hurts! Captain, you really are merciless, aren't you?"

Zhang Lie rolled his eyes. "If I hadn't held back, you would be coughing blood now."

The difference between Fang Yi and Zhang Lie was evident—not just from five emperor gene fragments, but also in terms of combat experience and application of genetic energy. Through their fighting in the third realm, the members of Team Zenith were growing more and more mature, but so too was Zhang Lie.

Zhu restored the shattered barrier.

Zhang Lie grumbled, "Alright, enough nonsense. Surely this isn't the limit of your strength?"

Fang Yi shook his limbs, consumed a vial of Zhou Ying's restorative, and manifested a seventh wheel of time. He rushed forward, his body half-morphing into lightning. Wind wrapped around him; he moved so quickly that even the members of Team Zenith gaped.

Under the boost afforded by seven wheels of time, Fang Yi dashed forward so quickly he seemed like a beam of light, at a rate almost too fast to be caught by the human eye. He appeared by Zhang Lie's side in an instant.

Zhang Lie struck to his right, shocking the members of Team Zenith. Fang Yi clearly seemed to be coming at him from the left—but then they suddenly saw Zhang Lie's palm slam down.

Fang Yi spun in mid-air, thrusting forward with the spear Chaos. His initial advance from the left was merely misdirection; his actions were so swift that even the members of Team Zenith, who were watching intently, couldn't react in time—Fang Yi's afterimage seemed to remain by Zhang Lie's left flank.

It looked as though Fang Yi was attacking from two different directions simultaneously, but the shocking thing was that Zhang Lie was actually capable of predicting this sort of attack in advance.

Zhang Lie pushed aside the haft of Fang Yi's spear, then punched forward with a fist with his other hand.

"[Stormwind Kick]!"

Fang Yi kicked forward, his legs imbued with wind and storm.

As fist and legs clashed, Fang Yi was sent flying into the distance. An eighth wheel of time manifested. Howling winds revolved around him in mid-air, stabilizing him and draining his backward momentum.

"Use your strongest technique, the one you demonstrated against the king of chaos," Zhang Lie commanded.

"Very well. Be careful, Captain!"

Fang Yi didn't hold back. If he refrained from doing so, he wouldn't be able to hurt Zhang Lie at all.

"[Born of Lightning, Swallowed by the Wind], [Tiger's Howl, Dragon's Bellow], [Heaven's Judgment]!"

Fang Yi broke through the constraints of time and returned to the frozen world of gray, with him the only spot of color within. In this state, he was able to simultaneously manifest different techniques at the same time.

Wind and storm combined and crackled at the tip of Fang Yi's spear, imbuing it with sharpness and penetrating strength beyond measure.

Fang Yi compressed that energy again and again, until even the space around the spear started getting sucked in. The tip of the spear punched through space as though it were nothing more than paper.

The combination of elemental, temporal, and spatial energy at the tip of the spear multiplied the strength of Fang Yi's attack beyond what should have been possible.

Chaotic energy swirled over the spear.

Fang Yi combined [Born of Lightning, Swallowed by the Wind], [Tiger's Howl, Dragon's Bellow], and [Heaven's Judgment]—elements, time, space, and chaotic energy.

All these sources of energy were stacked together, like buff after buff.

A dragon of purple lightning and tiger of green wind, shielded by a barrier of time and shrouded by black spatial energy, slowly began to manifest. Storm winds were sucked into the mix.

Wind and storm combined with space and time, a whole new combination.

A spatial rift began to form where Fang Yi was standing, but the frozen world prevented it from breaking out immediately.

The energy of chaos, which had the ability to destroy anything, spun amidst the howling winds.

Formless lightning flashed over the surface of Fang Yi's spear, gathering near its tip. The dragon of winds and lightning tiger prowled about the spear.

Part of the energy from the spatial rift seeped into the lightning-attuned genetic energy, turning it into void lightning.

The pitch-black lightning began to spike and sizzle.

In combination with the spatial rift that was forming, the void lightning tore apart the space around Fang Yi, causing the frozen world of gray to crumble bit by bit.

The manifold energies merged and tangled with each other, space and time, wind and storm, beginning and end.

Fang Yi sent a stream of each type of energy swirling and corkscrewing around the tip of his spear.

As the forces continued to revolve around each other, the wheels of time behind Fang Yi began rotating more and more quickly as the space around him was strained to its utmost.