The Silver King's eyes burned with killing intent as he tightened his grip on his sword, the blade gleaming with a cold, murderous light. With a powerful leap, he soared through the air, his weapon aimed straight for Uttar's head. "Boy," he snarled, his voice filled with cruel certainty, "now you will regret everything!" The sword whistled through the air, descending with terrifying speed, ready to claim its target.
Finally, Uttar realized that mere defense would only lead to his death. His eyes sharpened with resolve as he thought, If I keep evading, I'll die soon. I have to fight back! Without hesitation, he reached for the sword he had taken from the slain bandits. As the Silver King's blade came crashing down, Uttar raised his own weapon, steel clashing against steel in a fierce block. The force of the impact sent a sharp tremor through his arms, but this time, he stood his ground—ready to fight back.
Both weapons clashed with a thunderous impact—SLASH!—the sheer force of the strike sent shockwaves through the air. The collision's power forced both fighters backward, their feet scraping against the rocky ground as they steadied themselves.
The Silver King was shocked upon witnessing Uttar's strength. His eyes narrowed as he gripped his sword tighter, a wave of disbelief washing over him. This boy… he's mysterious and far more powerful than I expected. His mind raced, piecing everything together. Now, I have no doubt—he is the one who killed my men.
Uttar was different from ordinary cultivators—he possessed the ability to fight opponents far above his level. As he faced the Silver King, he knew one thing for certain: this man was a formidable fighter. If I lose focus for even a moment, I'll be dead instantly. His grip tightened around his sword, his mind sharp and alert. Thankfully, my Moment Art is proving to be incredibly useful.
Then, their blades clashed again and again, each strike sending sparks flying through the air. Uttar and the Silver King moved with blinding speed, their weapons a blur as they exchanged relentless attacks. The cave echoed with the sharp clang of metal against metal, each impact shaking the ground beneath them. Uttar's focus was razor-sharp—every move, every counter, every dodge was executed with precision. The Silver King, though powerful and experienced, grew more frustrated with each failed attempt to land a decisive blow.
The Silver King narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and threatening. "Boy, I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over the vine, or I will kill you."
Uttar let out a small chuckle, his grip on his sword tightening. "I've heard that before…" He paused for a moment, then smirked. "Ah, yes. Now I remember—your men said the same thing to me." His gaze darkened as he took a step forward. "But now… they're dead."
The Silver King's face twisted in anger as he growled, "Boy, I've given you multiple chances to live, but you've chosen death."
Without hesitation, he reached into his bag and pulled out a formation disc, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "I brought this to kill the Deadfire Lion, but now… I'll use it on you instead." His eyes gleamed with confidence as he activated the disc. "Even a starting-rank Sadhak wouldn't be able to withstand this formation."
A dark chuckle escaped his lips. "Hahaha… Let's see how long you can last."
The Silver King, as a seasoned gang leader, was always prepared for every situation. His years of looting, killing, and surviving deadly encounters had made him cautious and ruthless. No matter the opponent, he always carried a backup plan—one that ensured his victory. And now, facing this unexpected challenge, he was ready to unleash his next move.
Uttar's expression turned serious as he muttered in his mind, Formation? His gaze sharpened, realizing the threat before him. I have to use that technique... but if I do, I'll be completely drained. He clenched his fists, his mind racing. No choice... I'll have to take a gamble.
The formation disc began to hum faintly, its activation slower than expected. Silver King frowned, realizing the delay, and without hesitation, he channeled his chakra into the disc, forcing its power to surge at a rapid pace. As intricate patterns across its surface began to glow ominously, a wave of energy pulsed through the air, distorting the very space around them. "I won't let you escape, boy," he muttered, his gaze locked onto Uttar with cold determination. Uttar, sensing the growing intensity of the formation, quickly analyzed the situation. Breaking through was impossible—no matter how fast he moved, the formation would soon trap him completely. His only chance was to counter it before it reached full activation. His mind raced, and a single thought emerged: he had to use that technique. Clenching his fists, he whispered to himself, "If I use this move, I'll be drained, but... I have no choice."
The technique was none other than the God Handprint Technique—a move of overwhelming power, yet one that Uttar had never truly executed before. During his practice, he had only simulated the technique, using his chakra to understand its flow without actually exerting his own energy. Because of this, he had never experienced its true toll. But now, in the face of the rapidly activating formation, he had no choice but to unleash it for real. His heart pounded as he braced himself. This is the first time I'll be using it with my own energy… I don't know what the backlash will be.
Uttar took a deep breath, steadying his body as he began to simulate his chakra. His energy flowed through his veins like a roaring river, each pulse growing stronger with every passing second. Having already broken through to the 5th chakra, he knew this was the moment to unleash his full potential. Without hesitation, he decided to harness the power of all five elements, merging them into a single, overwhelming force. As his chakra surged, the air around him trembled, crackling with an intense energy that sent ripples through the battlefield. The fusion of the five elements was not something an ordinary cultivator could achieve, but Uttar was anything but ordinary. This was his gamble, his ultimate test. If he failed, he would be left completely drained, but if he succeeded—this battle would end in his victory.