He focused into Muladhara Chakra, the foundation of his being, and instantly, the ground beneath him trembled. A deep, unshakable force surged through his body as the earth element manifested, solidifying his stance like an immovable mountain. His feet dug slightly into the rocky terrain, and a faint golden aura of earth energy swirled around him, radiating stability and strength.
Without pausing, he shifted his focus to the Svadhisthana Chakra, channeling the flow of energy toward the depths of his being. A chilling sensation spread through his veins as the water element materialized, rippling around him like an unseen tide. His breath became controlled, steady—like the tranquil surface of an endless ocean, yet beneath it lay an unpredictable, raging current. The water energy formed a translucent, mist-like aura around his body, flickering with a mysterious sheen.
Moving seamlessly, he guided his chakra to the Manipura Chakra, and instantly, a surge of fire element exploded from within. A searing heat erupted, making the very air around him shimmer with intensity. His muscles tensed as raw power coursed through his limbs, his heartbeat aligning with the crackling energy of a blazing inferno. The fiery glow intertwined with the water's mist, an impossible balance of two opposing forces coexisting within him.
Next, his focus ascended to the Anahata Chakra, and a rush of invisible force surrounded him—the air element came alive. The wind howled around his body, swirling like a violent storm. His hair and clothes fluttered wildly as gusts of invisible power wrapped around him, sharpening his senses. Every motion he made became lighter, faster, as if gravity itself had loosened its grip on him.
Finally, he turned his attention to the Vishuddha Chakra, the gateway to the unknown. The very space around him distorted as the space element awakened. The world seemed to bend slightly, light flickering unnaturally as the air twisted in unpredictable ways. Small distortions formed around his body, warping reality itself in brief flashes before stabilizing. This was the rarest and most complex element to control, yet here he was—harnessing it with unparalleled precision.
Each element now floated around him, forming a mesmerizing spectacle of power. Earth, water, fire, air, and space—each one pulsing with raw energy, their auras overlapping yet remaining distinct. Uttar stood in the center, his body glowing with an ethereal radiance, his eyes burning with unwavering focus.
The Silver King, who had been watching with amusement, suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine. His arrogant smirk vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock. His instincts screamed at him—this boy was no ordinary cultivator. The sheer pressure radiating from Uttar's body sent a shudder through his limbs.
"What… is this?" the Silver King muttered, his grip tightening around his sword.
For the first time, true fear crept into his heart.
The Silver King, forcing himself to remain calm, shifted his focus back to the formation activation. The glowing formation disc beneath his feet pulsed violently, runes and symbols flickering with terrifying energy. A sharp, deafening hum filled the air as the formation's power rapidly escalated. The very ground trembled, and an oppressive force descended over the battlefield like a crushing tide.
This was no ordinary formation—it was a huge attack formation, one designed to annihilate its target without mercy. The Silver King smirked as the energy around him intensified, his confidence returning. He spread his arms wide, the power of the formation now fully under his control.
"Boy," he bellowed, his voice booming through the cave, "no matter how powerful your attack is, you cannot defeat me! This formation is far beyond your imagination!" His laughter echoed, filled with arrogance and absolute certainty.
For a moment, silence followed.
Then, Uttar slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed within them—steady, calm, and brimming with an untamed force. He looked straight at the Silver King, his gaze piercing through the overconfidence of his enemy.
"Really?" Uttar asked, his voice quiet, yet carrying an undeniable weight.
He lifted his right hand, raising it toward the Silver King. The surrounding air trembled as he focused his chakra into his palm. The moment his energy surged, a ripple of golden light expanded outward, distorting the very space around him. A deep, ancient force stirred within him, as if something primordial had awakened.
Then, before the Silver King's eyes, a massive hand projection began to take shape.
The glowing grayish-brown color handprint hovered above Uttar, radiating a suffocating presence. Every element he had gathered—earth, water, fire, air, and space—converged within this single manifestation. The sheer pressure from it caused cracks to form in the rocky ground beneath him.
The Silver King's pupils shrank. His heart pounded wildly as he instinctively felt danger—this was no ordinary technique! He gritted his teeth and roared, forcing himself to release his attack immediately.
From the formation, a massive wave of destructive energy erupted, surging toward Uttar like an unstoppable force of nature. A blinding storm of sharp energy blades and chaotic explosions rushed forward, intent on swallowing him whole.
But at that exact moment—
Uttar's voice rang out, shaking the battlefield.
"GOD HANDPRINT ART!"
As his voice echoed, his attack was unleashed.
The grayish-brown color handprint projection surged forward, colliding head-on with the Silver King's attack. The entire cave shook as an earth-shattering explosion erupted from their clash. A blinding light consumed the battlefield, engulfing everything in its brilliance.
The battle had reached its climax.