Endless Debt

The pure strength of a Seeker of Glory burst forth from Jiru’s body. His muscles did not swell like those of the Duke of Conquest; instead, they shrank further, clinging tightly to his bones, making him appear much thinner and frail. Yet, there was not a trace of death upon Jiru; rather, he resembled a flame gradually igniting, releasing an even stronger power.

"This is quite a battlefield, the abundance of Ether allows both of us to fight with all our might."

While Jiru was speaking, the intricate Alchemy Matrix spread across his body, and clenching his fists, he vanished from where he stood in an instant.

The howling gale rolled between them. Nesanel saw a rapidly approaching shadow, his speed faster than the Power of the Extreme Realm. Almost instantaneously, he was already in front of Nesanel.

A heavy fist infused with Ether swiftly swung down, Nesanel raised his elbow to block, flesh clashing against flesh, producing a thunderous explosion.

"A great offense," Nesanel responded in a deep voice, "truly worthy of the former Duke of Conquest."

Jiru’s speed was much faster than the conventional Power of the Extreme Realm; this was likely related to his type of the Enhancement School. His entire body had been highly fortified with Secret Energy, transforming him into a cold weapon.

"It’s an honor to receive the Deputy Director’s recognition."

Jiru replied, feeling no relief, because as Nesanel spoke, he swung another Fire Fist towards Jiru’s face.

The scorching airflow was right in front of him, Jiru quickly twisted his body, attempting to dodge the punch, but then he realized that his other arm had been tightly grasped by Nesanel at some point.

This was a feint!

"Got you!"

Nesanel shouted, tightening his grip as if to snap Jiru’s arm, using all his muscle strength to fling Jiru’s body with force.

Smashing him violently onto the ground.

The resounding impact echoed, a strong gust of air swiftly spread from the point of impact in all directions, slowing even Jos and the Duke of Conquest due to the sweeping heat wave.

Jos guessed that Jiru must have suffered a heavy blow; the truly lethal aspect wasn’t the impact, but the raging fire that engulfed him after being caught by Nesanel. It would ravage Jiru’s body like a deadly poison, burning him to ashes, but when the dust cleared, a completely different scene unfolded before their eyes.

The infinite fire attacked Jiru’s body, yet his lean and emaciated form showed no signs of combustion. Instead, his knifehand struck Nesanel on the shoulder, actually causing a small dent in that robust body.

"Is this your Secret Energy?" Nesanel asked, slightly surprised, "No wonder you dared to confront me head-on."

"There’s no choice, even though we outnumber you, there are only a few who can contend against you." Even though Jiru seemed to have the advantage, his tone was not relaxed.

Pure Ether flowed within his body, guided by the Alchemy Matrix, constructing a power strong enough to withstand the extreme sunlight.

Secret Energy: Eternal Body.

This Secret Energy belongs to the Enhancement School, allowing one’s physique to enter a state of permanence, immobility, and imperviousness to external interference, elevating one’s defense to its maximum, like a constant entity, unaffected by blades, flames, or water.

Likewise, it’s one of the few powers that can elevate an ordinary body to the Undying Realm.

"Even if it requires such a price, you stubbornly oppose me, seeking to realize your sick principles?"

Nesanel chastised Jiru, punching his chest. Even if it couldn’t damage his body, the fatal kinetic energy in the punch sent Jiru flying like a cannonball.

Immediately afterwards, Nesanel turned, swinging his arm to meet the Duke of Conquest attempting a sneak attack. The Fire Fist swept across, and the Duke of Conquest forcefully conjured an Ethereal Barrier to withstand the strike.

Even if the Secret Energy has yet to transform into the tier of a Seeker of Glory, relying on the abundant Ether within the Ethereal Realm, and wielding the Aurora Power, the Duke of Conquest could endure such a battle.

Jos emitted another sharp cry, and relying on years of experience, Nesanel immediately understood that the other belonged to the Void Spirit School, using sound waves as transmission mediums. While Nesanel confronted the enemy and speculated further about Jos’ Secret Energy, the diffuse crying remarkably manifested in mid-air as a series of sharp daggers, whistling towards him.

"Get away!"

The gathered heat erupted around Nesanel. He turned himself into a terrifying incendiary bomb, effortlessly shaking off the Duke of Conquest, his robe burned to ashes but his body unharmed. The Duke of Conquest, belonging to the Enhancement School, had formidable physical resilience.

The Painful Dagger was right in front of him. Despite his best efforts to evade, some of them hit their target. In an instant, a torrent of pain swept along his nerves, a pain surpassing physiological limits, even an iron will couldn’t control the body’s instinctive reaction.

Jiru seized the opportunity, striding forward, his figure transformed into a phantom glow. No one but him could approach Nesanel, and only he could draw near, delivering a lethal blow.

Sweat had barely exuded from Nesanel’s body before it turned into rising steam. The Rectangular Soul Critical successfully blocked Jos’ Secret Energy, and at this moment, Jiru had already emerged through the flames.

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