Chapter 3956: Red Mark
Chapter 3956: Red Mark
The attack left Alex’s sword like an explosion.
It carried a shockwave behind it, while the attack itself was a blinding white curve that zoomed toward its target at an impossible speed. All most people saw was a flash of bright light and then an explosion that followed.
Only some of the Celestials managed to track the attack with their senses, but even then it was difficult. The attack itself held such power that they felt it attack their senses just from it existing.
The Fire God sensed it coming and immediately placed his palm up. Then, either out of confidence or pure obstinance, he used no attack at all and took the attack head-on.
The attack exploded before him upon contact, immediately releasing heat beyond anything either of them had used until this point. Even Scarlet’s attack hadn’t produced such a level of heat before. Not only that, the attack also released a vast array of Yang aura, each one of which pushed against the Fire God, and even the surrounding audience.
The Sky God acted before anyone else to quickly protect the audience from the shockwave of the attack, dampening most of the power, but leaving just enough so that they could understand the intensity of the attack itself.
The crowd felt the force and were stunned at what they sensed.
Had that attack really just come from an Immortal? That had to be something only a Divine Manifestation realm cultivator could defend against.
How was it ever possible for someone to use an attack with power so much stronger than his own? This would easily place Alex’s Battle Power at an absurd amount like 20. That couldn’t possibly be the case, so they could only guess that it was instead his sword that had made such a thing possible.
Only a few among them truly understood the reason behind Alex’s strength.
Alex stood where he was, feeling Nightslayer tremble slightly inside of his grasp. There was a jitteriness to its being at the moment that only existed after he used the Destroyer’s Yang Blade attack.
’That was too strong for it,’ Alex thought. ’I can’t use it again for a while.’
Because of Nightslayer’s weaker spirit, Alex couldn’t force it to churn out the same degree of attack again and again. He had to help it become stronger first before he could use such attacks without worry. Thankfully, a single attack would be more than enough in most cases, so he wasn’t worried.
As the dust settled, Alex looked toward the Fire God.
Ashmaker stood with no mark upon his body, appearing just as he had before the attack. No one was really surprised to see it, nor were they expecting anything else.
Ashmaker crossed his arms and scoffed. "What else can your sword do?"
Alex let out a small grimacing smile. "I’m afraid that is all for now," he said.
"I see," he said. "It was a good attack, but if you’re comparing that to my Crown, I believe we all know which one wins."
The crowd nodded.
"Of course," Alex said. "Your crown is incredible, senior Ashmaker. But let’s not dismiss my sword before we see the result first."
"The result?" Ashmaker asked. What else was there to see?
"Please show us your palm."
"My palm?" Ashmaker released his crossed arms and turned his palm toward himself. As soon as he did, his eyes went wide in panic.
"Senior?" Alex asked before the man could do anything else. "Please show us your palm."
Several Half-Gods in the area were already reacting to what they could see on Ashmaker’s palm. Unlike the others, they had no qualms about using their senses to see what was happening.
"Huh?" the Forest God reacted. "How is that possible?"
"That attack. Was it stronger than we thought?" the Winter God asked as she looked around.
"Not stronger," the Storm God said as he crossed his arms with a stern look. "Weird would be the right word. That attack was weird."
"Hey, hey, hey!" the Spear God cried out. "Show us your palm, Fire God. We deserve to see what’s going on."
Ashmaker reacted to the outside world. His first thought was to erase any evidence of the result, but doing that would make him appear worse in everyone’s eyes.
As such, he had to show it all without hiding.
He slowly turned his palm toward the crowd, allowing all to finally see it.
A red mark.
A simple red mark. Not even a wound.
But an Immortal landing a single mark on a Celestial was enough to make the crowd cry out with manic shouting.
"A wound?"
"He wounded the Fire God?"
"How is that possible? Was it the sword?"
"It had to be the sword. What an incredible sword!"
The crowd exploded with wild comments on what had just happened, and they did not stop for a long time.
Alex himself smiled throughout most of it, staring at the Fire God, which only made the man angrier than he already was.
Ashmaker turned his palm again, looking at the red mark once again.
There were two issues he could see with the wound that he could not make sense of immediately. And unfortunately, the audience was reaching a similar consensus as him as well.
The first was the fact that he had not felt the attack on his body at all. Even if it didn’t hurt him, there should have been a feeling of burning or pain coming from his palm. But even now, the red wound did not hurt in the slightest.
And secondly, perhaps far more importantly, his wound wasn’t healing.
The red mark on his palm remained red, despite the fact that he was currently wearing Ninecrest, which clearly amplified healing abilities.
Red fire suddenly appeared before him, filling his palm for a quick few seconds before he finally let go of it. When he did, the wound was finally gone.
Even then, he couldn’t understand why that had happened at all. How was it that he had been unable to heal all on his own?