Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 625: A Regressed Trash!!!!?

Chapter 625: A Regressed Trash!!!!?

Chapter 625: A Regressed Trash!!!!?

BOOOOOOOOOOM.

A calamitous weight of explosion rippled from their steps, leaving nothing but an abyssal crater under their feet as the figures of Zera and Asura moved. Both figures, without warning, suddenly shot forward towards each other.

SLAAAAASH.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.

Axe and sword collided heavily, causing the space in front of them to splinter. A massive amount of ruinous energy spread forth in a circular motion, swiftly rippling towards everyone seated in the arena. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Transformations screamed out in shock at the destructive wave of energy, knowing well it would immediately rip them apart, and even the strongest among them would be grievously injured by it.

But their worry was for naught as Grand Elder Swordworth performed a seal with his hands, causing the arena floor to light up brightly before a circular transparent barrier appeared mid-air, successfully stopping the destructive wave of energy.

It lit up with a bright light that encapsulated the figures of Zera and Asura.

‘I am losing to its power…’ The thought flashed in Zera’s head. His two hands holding the katana hilt had long turned into a million mirages as he slashed out with horrifying speed, pushing his arm to its absolute limit.

Yet he knew well, he wasn’t the one on the offensive.

The four battle axes seemed to have been held by an ancient war devil. Each attack was enough to splinter entire regions of the earth and reduce the world into a hellish landscape.

They cleaved outwards with unstoppable power and such coordination that Zera could only rely on pure battle instinct to keep up with the four battle axes. Asura’s aloof eyes had no change at all, revealing that such slashing speed was well in a day’s work for him.

“You lack!!!” Asura suddenly roared and then…

BAAAAAAAAANG.

Zera was sent smashing backward with speed from the shockwave that reverberated from Asura’s mouth. His back slammed on the arena floor before he was thrown up into the air.

Yet, the Desolate Star Ring rotated once and Zera cleaved his sword just above the empty space above his head.

The space above him was suddenly ripped apart, revealing the malevolent devil, whose axe cleaved outwards with another horrifying power, smashing against his opponent who was sent slamming down onto the arena ground, his body digging into the ground.

Immediately,

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Asura’s feet slammed onto the ground, sending a pulsing shockwave through it. The entire arena floor jumped upwards, and he prepared his axe, wanting nothing more than to cleave his opponent in twain once he was sent up from the ground.

But a scoff escaped his lips as he shot away from where he stood. A colossal slash mark that cut through the entire arena floor, revealing an unending abyss, appeared just a second after he had disappeared, on the exact place where he was standing.

“He dodged it!!!?” The unbelievable thought flashed in Zera’s head. He had been aiming to reduce Asura into two by the sneak attack, yet his attack had been easily dodged like it was nothing.

But Zeras didn’t dilly-dally for a single second as he appeared right in front of Asura in the next instant, axe and sword once more colliding with unmatchable power and brute strength.

BOOOOM. BOOOOOOM. BOOOOOOOOOOM.

The entire earth had been reduced to nothing but deep unformable cracks. From deep within the ground, underground lava could be seen spewing out from the cracks.

Deep slash marks that could have only been from the sharpest of swords could be seen, and rough axe marks that cleaved the world in twain could also be seen, interlocking with the sword marks.

The entire space around the arena had fractures, sending splinters of space all over the area as the space struggled to repair itself.

The entire arena had been sent into a deep silence as they all looked at the result of the battle—the horrifying devastation that had been made by both fighters, who had reduced the arena battleground to the bare floor.

A single question was what rang through their minds:

‘Would I be able to withstand that ring for a minute without dying?’

It was a question that poured cold water on their prideful hearts as they witnessed exchanges that were more than enough to rip them into ribbons, decorating the entire ground.

“Their power…” Grand Elder Lionheart said, his eyes greatly furrowed.

“The boundary of Undying!” Grand Elder Swordworth replied back to him, as the elders narrowed their eyes on Asura and Zera.

“It’s been more than a century now, but even we have underestimated how quickly Asura can grow. He had reached the boundary of Undying all while spending all of his days in the Shadow Oppression Valley.”

Not much attention had been placed on Asura by the elders because he wasn’t really one that could be approached. He had only a single hobby, and every time he was either fighting or resting. They weren’t even sure they had ever heard him talk before.

Coupled with the fact that he was an anomaly, and he also didn’t chat with any of the inner sect or outer sect members, they had simply let him be on his own, not impeding his way in the Shadow Oppression Valley, but also not focusing any attention or restriction on him.

That had enabled Asura’s growth to completely evade their eyes. But the real absolute shock was still his opponent.

Grand Elder Celestine had witnessed Zera being at the Cosmic rank just a year ago, and Grand Elders Swordworth and Lionheart had also witnessed his tribulation by which he grew to the Galaxy rank realm. Yet here he was matching the strike of Asura whose power had clearly touched upon the boundary of the Undying Realm.

“In a single year, he had crossed almost 3-4 major cultivation bases!” Grand Elder Swordworth said in shock.

“And you called him a trash who had regressed and was not worthy of joining the inner sect?” Grand Elder Swordworth asked Grand Elder Celestine, whose previously aloof expression had been shattered by what she was witnessing.

Even the most talented of her disciples had taken a total of 130 years to reach the Universe Origin rank. Yet the young man she called trash had grown beyond her in a single year. And the words he had said to her echoed in her ears once more:

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“Sooner or later, it will be a question of whether the sect is worthy of having me or not….”

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