pjbooks Chapter 144 Apostle Melee
Chapter 144 Apostle Melee
In the void, the moment the eleven apostles simultaneously released their law-based pressure, the entire hundredth level of space trembled violently.
It wasn't a simple crushing of power, but rather eleven torrents of energy surging from different dimensions, different laws, and different origins, intertwining, colliding, and merging in the void, ultimately transforming into a dark golden storm that stretched across the heavens and earth. At the eye of the storm stood Kahn, at the very front, his black robes fluttering in the gale, his amber pupils reflecting the figures of the 1,101 humans opposite him.
The second apostle, Thran, was the first to make a move.
He didn't move. The moment he stepped out of the rift, he closed his eyes, his long, silvery-white hair floating gently in the void, and his pure white robe shimmering with intricate runes. His law was reflection. Because under his reflection, any enemy's fighting habits, the patterns of their spiritual energy circulation, and any flaws in their Dao heart could be seen, analyzed, and fed back to the other apostles within a few breaths.
"Wang Kai, Chaotic Spiritual Root, early stage of Golden Core, natal flying sword 'Dao'. His fighting style is mainly based on arc-shaped footwork and frontal attacks. His weakness is three inches below the third rib on his left side—that is an old injury he suffered three months ago when he was hit by a cement slab during training in an abandoned factory, which has not yet fully healed."
Thran's voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of every apostle clearly.
Wang Kai's pupils contracted sharply. His left hand instinctively pressed against his left rib—there was indeed an old wound there, caused three months ago when he was practicing boxing in an abandoned factory and was hit by flying cement fragments. He thought it was healed, but Seran saw through his body with just one glance.
"Shen Qingxue is a body cultivator. She has completed Ice Tempering and Fire Refining, and her Thunder Forging is 70% complete. Her fighting style is mainly close combat and ice-type spiritual power support. Her weakness is her right shoulder—it was injured by a sniper rifle from the Dark Night Organization. Although Jiang Chen healed it, the bone density there is 8% lower than that of her left shoulder."
Shen Qingxue's face paled slightly. Her right hand clenched unconsciously, and icy blue spiritual energy flowed between her fingers.
"Bing Li, Chaotic Spiritual Root - Ice Profound Chaos, early stage of Golden Core. Her fighting style mainly relies on freezing enemies to absolute zero with Ice Profound Power. Her weakness is in her dantian - her Chaotic Spiritual Root has been eroded by Ice Profound Power for 30,000 years, making her Golden Core 40% less stable than a normal Golden Core. If a high-intensity battle lasts for more than 15 minutes, her Golden Core will collapse on its own."
Deep within Bing Li's pupils, the icy blue light flickered. She placed her hand on her dantian, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Xuanming, Chaotic Spiritual Root - Ice Profound Chaos, early stage of Golden Core. Her fighting style is mainly based on the devouring characteristics of chaotic power. Her weakness lies in her divine sense - during her 30,000-year slumber, her consciousness was excessively eroded by fragments of chaos, and the range of her divine sense is only one-third of that of a normal Golden Core cultivator. If she is targeted by a mental attack type enemy, her reaction speed will be 0.3 seconds slower than that of a normal cultivator."
Xuanming didn't speak. She simply pressed her right hand to her brow, and the icy blue light deep within her black pupils flickered wildly at that moment.
Seran continued speaking. His voice was like an emotionless scalpel, peeling back, marking, and magnifying the weaknesses, old wounds, and cultivation flaws of the 1,100 students of Qingyun Academy, layer by layer. Every student turned deathly pale the moment they heard their name called.
That's enough.
Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it caused Seran's reflection to suddenly stop at that moment.
"Thran, your reflection is indeed formidable. But do you know what your greatest weakness is?"
Jiang Chen gripped the Primordial Sword and took a step forward. In the void beneath his feet, golden, red, and blue light exploded simultaneously, completely dispelling Seran's reflective power from within a hundred paces of Jiang Chen.
"Your reflection takes time. It takes three breaths to see through one person, and three thousand three hundred breaths to see through one thousand one hundred people. But I don't need three thousand three hundred breaths."
On the blade of the Primordial Sword, six stars lit up simultaneously. Golden celestial fire surged from the pale golden star on the hilt, transforming into countless fine golden rays that sliced the entire void into numerous independent spatial units. Within each unit, a student from the Azure Cloud Academy floated.
"Sword Domain - Myriad Fractals"
Jiang Chen's voice echoed in the void, calm yet undeniable. The golden light contracted simultaneously, temporarily erasing the figures of the 1,100 students from the apostles' perception.
Thran's power of reflection shattered into countless fragments under the cutting of the golden light. Each fragment could only reflect one isolated spatial unit, and each unit contained only one student. He needed to reflect 1,100 spatial units simultaneously to re-lock onto the weaknesses of all the students.
His consciousness was overloaded at that moment.
His long, silvery-white hair turned pure black from the tips, an instinctive self-protective reaction of his Reflection Law when it was operating under overload. But Jiang Chen's sword domain was not a simple physical isolation—each ray of golden light vibrated at a different frequency, making his Reflection Power always a moment slower.
"Thran!"
The Fourth Apostle, Mephisto, burst forth from the rift, her short, silver-gray hair arcing through the void, her deep purple pupils fixed intently on Jiang Chen. At this moment, her Mirror Law was activated at full power—her body began to split, dividing into two, then four, then eight. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Mephistos appeared in the void. Each possessed the exact same aura, laws, and fighting style as her original self, each charging in a different direction, attempting to break through Jiang Chen's sword domain.
The hundredth Mephistopheles rushed in front of Wang Kai. Her right hand, fingers joined together like a knife, had deep purple power of law gathering at the edge of her palm. She thrust it towards Wang Kai's left ribs, three inches below the third rib—the very weakness that Seran had just exposed.
Wang Kai's "Dao" sword automatically unsheathed at that moment. Pure white sword light exploded from the blade, colliding head-on with Mephisto's palm strike. The deep purple mirror power and the pure white chaotic power clashed violently at the point of impact, erupting with a piercing hiss.
Mephisto's mirror image shattered. Not by Wang Kai, but the instant it came into contact with the power of chaos, the law structure within the mirror image was negated from within by the power of chaos, negating its very foundation. Her mirror image laws could replicate everything, but they could not replicate the essence of the chaotic spiritual root—because chaos is not within the realm of laws.
"Interesting." Hundreds of Mephistopheles spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping and echoing in the void. "Your chaotic power is indeed outside the replication range of my Mirror Law. But what about your students? Can your students' chaotic power withstand me?"
Hundreds of Mephistopheles simultaneously turned and rushed toward the students who were isolated in other spatial units.