Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1111: Skiving Off Together

Thousands of arclight dragons criss-crossed in mid-air, falling like meteors straight toward Whateley. Even if Whateley had a few dozen arms, he wouldn't be able to handle the simultaneous barrage of a few thousand dragons.

Crystal dust sprayed out of Whateley's body, particles formed out of spatial force, which affected the air around him and the integrity of that space.

The thousands of dragons found their flight disrupted by the crystal dust, and some simply dematerialized. Whateley's entire body, wrapped in spatial force, was able to pass unhindered through the dust.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!"

Li Feng leapt high into the air and landed on the dragon's head, his sword gleaming brightly as though it had been dipped in liquid light. As he raised the sword to the skies, it glowed and expanded, morphing into a huge blade of light.

The blade parted the clouds and lit up the entire patch of void. At that very moment, Li Feng looked like a god descending from the heavens.

The holy dragon shrugged aside the roaming ropelike arms. A huge blade crashed down toward Whateley, who defended with ridiculously condensed light energy that formed a thick pillar of light. It smashed apart Li Feng's technique and sent him flying.

Dozens of arms wrapped around the holy dragon as Whateley opened his maw wide once more, twisting space into vortices and sucking the dragon in.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Li Feng yelled out. He pulled out a blade from which light began to gather. As he struck, dozens of dragons fell from the skies like meteors, illuminating the void.

Whateley again filled the battlefield with crystal dust to disrupt Li Feng's technique. He flew out from among the dust and sprayed out a white ray of light.

After consuming Li Feng's light dragons, he subsequently used spatial force to compress the resulting light-attuned genetic energy to a ridiculous extent, imbuing it with fearsome penetrating power. It pierced through space and created a sonic boom.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon: Arclight Slash]!"

Li Feng lifted his sword high above his head. A silvery-white dragon emerged from behind him, merged with the sword, and sent a beam of light piercing the skies. Li Feng struck, and the sword slash morphed into a dragon that countered the ray of light.

From afar, Wilbow was shocked to see that Li Feng could actually fight on equal footing with his unusual little brother.

"[The Boundless Blade: Dragonwhale]!" In the blink of an eye, Yang Ze was surrounded by a patch of ocean. The lapping of waves echoed through the battlefield. They grew and grew, reaching a crescendo and rising into the sky like a tsunami, manifesting in the form of a huge whale.

The whale's body was long and streamlined, with long whiskers and scales patterning its body.

Wilbow's attention snapped back to his own fight against Yang Ze, not daring to be distracted against such a strong opponent.

After repelling Yang Ze's attack, Wilbow smiled and called out, "Actually, there's no need for us to fight to the death. My father might be against you, but I'm not. In fact, I don't feel any sense of enmity against you. Why don't we take it easy?"

Yang Ze was too hard an opponent to face. None of his tricks were able to wound or even kill him; it was too difficult to distinguish his illusions from reality.

Up till now, Wilbow had no idea how to counteract Yang Ze's karmic force.

Wilbow knew of the xuluo's mysterious heaven's might, but the xuluo had applied it to offense rather than defense. Their attacks were unmissable, but they could still be countered.

In other words, the rulers of the other superior worlds had devised counterstrategies against heaven's might, which was no longer a threat as a result. After all, karma might look like an arcane and mysterious power, but with its principles firmly understood, there was little to fear from it.

The problem was that Yang Ze's karmic strength wasn't something Wilbow could understand.

Anyone else from Team Zenith hearing Wilbow's offer of reconciliation would surely have shouted back, "Is this a joke? We've been fighting for so long—and you're telling me you bear me no enmity now?"

However, Yang Ze's response was markedly different.

"Yes, I think that's very reasonable. To be frank, I'm just a minor member of Zhang Lie's group, nothing more than an errand boy of sorts. There's no need for us to fight to the death—we can just pretend."

"Haha, that's exactly right!" Wilbow smiled, but he was inwardly shaking his head. For someone with such strength, with control over karma, to be nothing more than an errand boy? Who would believe that?

Wilbow continued, "Neither of us need to tire ourselves out needlessly. If your side wins, I hope you'll spare my life."

Yang Ze nodded. "And vice versa, I hope."

Wilbow nodded as well. "Incidentally, I don't think my father would reject such a capable fighter as you. If you really are no more than an errand boy in Zhang Lie's retinue, have you considered jumping ship? Join the king of keys—you'll have as much status and wealth as you want."

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Yang Ze waved a hand. "No, no, I couldn't! Anyway, I'm just an errand boy—I could hardly do very much even if I were to defect. Isn't that right?"

Wilbow laughed again. "Haha, right, what do you call your karmic ability?"

"[Reflected Sight, Refracted Vision]!"

Wilbow remarked, "It sounds very special."

Yang Ze suddenly grew alarmed. "Watch out! Behind you!"

Wilbow didn't make a move. He looked calmly at Yang Ze.

Yang Ze scratched his head in embarrassment. "I saw a fly fly by your back, haha."

Wilbow's gaze suddenly turned sharp. "Ah, Whateley!"

Yang Ze didn't make a move. He looked calmly at Wilbow.

Wilbow laughed dryly. "The fight between Whateley and your companion is really intense, isn't it?"

Yang Ze and Wilbow both began to laugh—more and more loudly, more and more happily, as though they were friends who had known each other for years rather than enemies who had been fighting to the death.

Even so, they were still enemies.

Yang Ze continued, "Since our companions are both having intense fights, I don't think I can justify just standing here and chatting with you."

Wilbow agreed. "Very well. It'll be troublesome, but my father would scold me after the battle for being lazy and colluding with the enemy if he notices what I'm doing now."

Yang Ze nodded. "I don't want Zhang Lie to catch me skiving off, either."

"Let's pretend to fight, then?"

"Very well. Let's pretend—but we won't go hard on each other,"

Yang Ze agreed.

Wilbow and Yang Ze both launched glancing blows at each other, neither seeming to display any killing intent, as though they were both just there for show.

Of course, this was only on a superficial level. In truth, neither of them were able to identify any openings in the other. Once they did, they would surely fight each other more fiercely than any other pair on the battlefield...