BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Faced with the speed of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva, which far exceeded human limits, every single one of Allen's arrowheads was deflected without exception.
Whenever Netero clasped his hands in prayer, his movements and speed transcended ordinary physical definitions, sublimating into a realm of pure spirit. To an average person, the motions would be invisible; they would feel nothing but the crushing impact of a torrential downpour of blows.
But Allen was different. Possessing nearly 500 points of additional Agility, he could compress time to its extreme. He observed every movement of his opponent with crystalline clarity, even managing to relay neural signals to his muscles to execute frantic defensive parries and evasive maneuvers before the attacks landed.
However, there was a problem!
This level of reaction only allowed him to barely withstand the onslaught. He was unable to close the distance and land a decisive blow on the old man, who was now fighting with a manic intensity.
After all, whether human or Night Elf, every movement relies on the contraction and expansion of cells within the muscle tissue. This process is a biochemical reaction. No matter how fast your neural conduction is, the final bottleneck, the "choking point," will always be the physical structure of the muscles themselves.
Human cellular and muscular structures dictate a hard ceiling for reaction speed, an upper limit that cannot be easily shattered.
Through absorbing vast amounts of the Essence of Life refined from the cocoons, Allen had surpassed human limits to a degree, beginning to trigger the latent potential hidden within his Night Elf bloodline. Yet, he was still too young. Even factoring in the ten-to-one time dilation within the dungeons, in Night Elf terms, he was still just a boy, he hadn't even reached adolescence.
Consequently, even while using the Heartbeat Watch to disrupt Netero's heart rate, Allen remained stuck in a state of passive defense.
Undoubtedly, this was a contest between speed that defied human limits and reflexes that defied human limits!
The spectators on the airships were breathless, and even the Chairman himself, amidst his continuous barrage of attacks, felt a surge of shock. Since mastering the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva, he had never encountered an opponent capable of keeping up with his offensive rhythm, let alone one who could find the flickering gaps to launch counterattacks. Netero grew increasingly ecstatic, as if he were glimpsing a higher realm at the very peak of martial arts.
"Come on, Allen! What are you still holding back for? Show me where your limits lie! Show me the absolute peak of what can be achieved!" the 120-year-old man roared like a child who had found a new toy.
"You old geezer! Don't make it sound so easy! I'm already giving this everything I've got!"
Allen barely evaded a palm strike from the Guanyin. Simultaneously, he conjured a thick, sturdy semi-circular rampart at his side, coating the exterior with a layer of Water to dampen the impact. It narrowly blocked the horizontal sweep of another massive golden hand.
He had always assumed that the Chairman was a close-quarters combatant. After actually fighting him, Allen realized he had been dead wrong.
This old man wasn't a brawler; he was a zone-control specialist. He maintained precise control over the distance, forcing his opponent into a position where they could only take hits without any hope of striking back. Whenever a projectile approached or he sensed an enemy trying to close in for melee, he would use the Guanyin's unrivaled striking speed to blast them away. And if you tried to retreat out of the Guanyin's reach, he would aggressively pursue...
To be honest, since learning Nen, Allen had faced many opponents, but none were as troublesome or difficult to handle as this one. Of course, this was partly because he insisted on a frontal confrontation. He didn't just want to win; he wanted to use this battle to trigger a metamorphosis, forcing out every ounce of potential hidden in his body.
"Giving it your all? Don't think I don't know! Even now, you haven't even unleashed half of your true strength!"
As he spoke, Netero decisively activated the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva: Ninety-Ninth Hand.
In the blink of an eye, countless golden palms fell like rain, saturating every square inch of the area for dozens of meters. Under such a carpet-bombing attack, there was no room left to dodge.
"Damn it! Vaelstrasz! Possession!"
Realizing he couldn't evade, Allen decisively chose to bolster his defenses. Instantly, the massive, ethereal silhouette of a red dragon appeared!
In the next second... his entire body began to swell rapidly!
Dense, sturdy scales shimmering with a crimson glow quickly covered every inch of his skin. His hands and feet morphed into talons, a thick, powerful tail sprouted from his spine, and a pair of massive wings unfurled from his back.
BOOM!
Just as the transformation completed, two golden palms slammed inward from the left and right, attempting to crush the dragon-kin Allen between them. However, this time, bolstered by the massive strength provided by Vaelstrasz, Allen forced the palms open with sheer arm strength and leapt into the air.
"Oh? Is this the true purpose of that Red Dragon Nen beast you created? Using possession to grant yourself an evolution!" Netero's eyes sparkled with interest. By watching Allen pry open the Guanyin's palms, he could tell that was a level of strength far beyond human muscle.
Allen nodded slightly. "Dragonkin Form. One of my trump cards. In this state, my Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Defense are all massively enhanced, and I gain the ability to fly. Now, let us begin the second round."
With a flap of his wings, he shot upward like a cannonball, completely exiting the Chairman's ground-based reach.
Watching the black speck grow smaller in the sky, Netero smiled to himself. "Aerial combat next? This fight is finally getting interesting."
Simultaneously, the spectators on the airship watched Allen's new form with bated breath, feeling the unbelievable, terrifying volume of aura radiating from him. In this state, his total aura was the combined sum of his own and the entire reserve stored within the Red Dragon!
Specifically, the cocoons produced a vast amount of aura daily, all of which was stockpiled inside the Red Dragon. As long as it wasn't called upon, the reserve would grow continuously.
"Father, I think we should increase his 'Do Not Target' price by several times. Better yet, we should simply refuse any contract involving him. This boy is too dangerous. Most importantly, he's only fifteen! Can you imagine what he will become in ten or twenty years?" Silva Zoldyck, the current head of the family, wore an expression of extreme gravity and apprehension.
"Indeed. Agreed. With that volume of aura, even if you and I attacked with everything we had, we might not even leave a scratch. Furthermore, he has those miraculous potions that can restore a person from the brink of death. To some extent, there are very few things left in the human world that can threaten him. And today, we may very well have the honor of witnessing Netero's defeat."
As he spoke, a smile of immense anticipation appeared on Zeno's face. He couldn't help but be excited. In his youth, he had witnessed Netero at his peak—invincible and peerless. Countless people had made defeating that old man their life's ambition. But gradually, as the pile of losers grew, the entire world of Nen seemed to bow at Netero's feet, until eventually, no one dared to challenge him.
But today, Zeno felt that the historical moment where the new generation supplants the old had finally arrived.
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