Overgeared

A cultivator’s combat ability was greatly influenced by the techniques and mystical arts they learned. That was why there was no direct relation between one’s realm and how strong they were.

In some cases, there were extreme discrepancies between a cultivator’s realm and their actual power level. For example, a boxing champion would not be able to win in a gunfight.

Those who had mastered extremely powerful techniques or mystical arts, and had reached the end of their training, were regarded by their peers as invincible.

The man standing on the fortress was like this. He was a late stage great ascension cultivator. He was about to reach the highest level of power despite being born with a disability. Because of his innate constitution that allowed him to master all types of techniques, he wasn’t bound by any particular set of rules and excelled in all types of techniques and mystical arts.

Goosebumps rose on Chiyou’s skin as he stared at the man standing on the moon-like city from a distance.

“A monster in human clothing,” he muttered. “You were born to bring down those above you.”

Nevertheless, a deep smile spread on his face.

“Will you bring me down too?”

“Yes,” the man said, like it was obvious. He nodded involuntarily, drew his sword, and gripped it.

A sword cultivator. The man was a rare cultivator who mastered the art of swordsmanship. Due to his innate physique, he encountered no restrictions when learning body refining techniques which were the basis for practicing swordsmanship.

In other words, he didn’t depend on treasures.

All cultivators developed a treasure in their spiritual root, which they used as their main weapon. This was their innate treasure. They would spit it out of their mouth when fighting and it was sometimes a cultivator's weakness and limitation.

However, swordsmen were different. They used swords as weapons, just like mortals, so there was no need to rely on their innate treasure.

The man jumped down from the Full Moon Fortress and swung his sword. The movement was slow, as if he was done swinging it, so his movements were clearly visible.

However, what actually happened instead couldn’t be followed by the naked eye. There was no noise, not even a wave of power to reveal that the sword even moved other than the initial lazy movement from before, but the blue sword light was already heading its way toward Chiyou.

Jingle.

It was only after the clouds behind Chiyou split in half that the sound of bells rang. After leaving behind only an afterimage, Chiyou reappeared behind the man.

Chiyou’s sword, which was like an iron rod, collided in the air with the man’s sword. The collision resulted in a wave of shockwaves and explosions so powerful that they shook the heavens and the earth.

The man wasn’t intimidated even after receiving Chiyou’s blow. He recognized Chiyou because of the bells.

“Your only wish is to die,” he sneered.

Hundreds of swords appeared, hovering around the man. They weren’t just made out of energy. They were real swords.

The man couldn’t hide his disgust. “You poor guy, you aren’t worth wasting my efforts. Die, if that’s what you wish,” he said coldly.

Hundreds of swords surrounded Chiyou. They spread like rays of light, forming thousands of lines.

Chiyou was trapped in a tight net. He was impressed.

“Sword battle formation.”

was a technique requiring a large number of swordsmen to work together. However, the man in front of him was able to use it by himself. This was a perfect sword

technique for the first time. Soon after, blood gushed from Chiyou as thousands of sword energies slashed him. He lost so much blood, he would soon resemble a

the sword battle formation when he stopped in his tracks, shocked. The voice coming from inside the formation, which was now covered in a bloody mist, made it

that this technique of yours is still not good enough to use

his

noticed what was wrong,

which spread like a bloody mist, was

thousands of swords were no longer connected to each other and

his technique. Dozens of new swords flew at Chiyou, who had burst through the sword formation that scattered in all directions. Each sword had a different

Shunpo to leap through space. He

Absolute. A true Absolute could evade and counterattack in one breath. To put it simply,

was the same. He purposefully allowed himself to be stabbed so he

caught off guard. He was wrapped in a cocoon of blood before he

his confines, but the cocoon only

He seemed puzzled. “Aren’t those bells a symbol of your desire to die? Why

changed from red to blue, then from

would die? In this small dimension, you would’ve reigned as a supreme ruler.

his hands together with a relieved expression, like his question had been answered. He

a manner that makes you look ugly. It’s time

There were no cracks left from

like it

fragments of the cocoon that

least, this was what

he heard

die like

“......!”

eyes widened. He spat out a bell from his mouth. The rapidly growing bell was bigger and thicker than the gates

shockwaves rang out

for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was an unrivaled defense treasure that could

words,

created a new sword battle formation. Hundreds of swords, each with a different attribute, formed

of slashing Chiyou. Still, he was worried. He tilted the bell to

constantly poking and stabbing him. He was

let down his guard. He didn’t stop

isn’t enough. I had high hopes for you,

“......!”

time he was wounded, a

the late stage great ascension realm was also a Transcendent with spiritual energy flowing in his

It isn’t the heaven and earth origin energy, nor

it made

man didn’t understand divinity. In the cultivation world, a god referred to

they were still very

“The wish for immortality...!