Chapter 535: Fighting Entropy
Jack didn’t panic. His punches couldn’t reach the enemy, but that was fine—throughout his many years of fighting, he’d developed some versatility. He had more ways to harm opponents than ramming his knuckles up their nose.
Think, he told himself.
The opponent wasn’t omnipotent. If he could just spread out his aura of entropy to cover the entire room, Jack would age and die. The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was that he couldn’t—his power wasn’t infinite, so that powerful darkness could only cover a small area. If this man was the scheming kind, which he probably was, the area he could cover with his darkness was larger than what he’d shown so far, preparing a trap for Jack. He should be careful.
Jack had several ideas he could try. Each had a low chance of success, but when put together, he was confident at least one would work. He just hoped it wasn’t the suicidal one.
The other man didn’t just sit there. He charged, falling onto Jack like black death. Jack drew back. His four-armed battle form and Thunderbody worked in tandem to vastly increase his speed, making him way faster than his opponent. Dodging was easy for now, at the price of consuming a lot of energy. He couldn’t go on forever.
Jack ducked, dodging a claw-shaped palm of darkness, then jabbed out of his own. Darkness appeared over his opponent’s chest to cover the strike—yet, a green shadow carried on, penetrating the darkness to strike the heart. The opponent paused—his eyes stirring.
The Fist of Mortality was a soul attack Jack had created back at the Old Cathedral, after experiencing a thousand mortal lifetimes in the Mortality Chamber. It was a mental attack, meant to steep the target in rich emotions and stun them. He hadn’t used this move a lot in recent years, but it evolved in pace with his Dao of Life, maintaining a decent level. Most importantly, as it wasn’t physical, it couldn’t be stopped by entropy.
While the dark man was stunned, Jack didn’t lose time. He released a quick Meteor Punch right at his face—aiming to finish this in one strike. The opponent’s eyes flashed with mirth. Darkness materialized before his face to stop Jack’s fist, then he reached out with his other hand, attempting to grab Jack’s arm. He succeeded—a terrible sense of weakness filled Jack for a moment before he could retreat. By the time he yanked his arm free—he was the stronger party, after all—he could sense that several decades of his lifespan had evaporated. It didn’t really matter, his current lifespan measured tens of millennia, but it was a terrifying concept. If the other man could grab onto him for more than an instant… What would happen?
“Nice try,” the dark man said, “but, unfortunately for you, Entropy is mostly a concept of the soul. If your physical attacks can’t touch me, soul ones definitely won’t.”