Chapter 752: Effective light energy
The Third Elder sneered, one corner of his lip lifting in disdain. "Breaking the rules? Are we? No, we’d merely be assisting in killing the ordinary Nulls, as we’re permitted to do," he said, his tone dripping with calculated indifference. "As for how the Ascendant ends up dead... well, that wouldn’t technically be our doing, would it?" His eyes glittered with cunning amusement as he tilted his head, as though daring the Second Elder to refute his logic.
"Regardless," the Third Elder added, his voice turning contemplative as he turned his gaze back down to the battlefield, "I feel the white-haired kid hasn’t shown his full strength yet. Let’s see if he can rise to the opportunity and manage to kill an Ascendant or not." A faint smile curled across his lips, sharp as a blade.
All this while, the Fourth Elder, a wiry man with hair the color of storm clouds and eyes so dark they seemed almost bottomless, had remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed Max with inscrutable calm.
But now, he finally spoke, his voice as soft as drifting ash yet carrying an eerie weight. "If he does kill the Ascendant," he murmured, his tone measured, "then he would become the only figure in the Master Rank to have ever slain a Champion Rank Ascendant. That would be... unprecedented." His words trailed off into silence, leaving an echo of possibility hanging in the charged air.
"Alright, enough out of you lot," Elder Liam interjected firmly, slicing through the brewing debate with the authority of one accustomed to command. His gaze remained locked on Max, unwavering and thoughtful. "Let’s watch the performance of this kid before we decide whether it’s worth intervening or not."
The five elders fell silent, their collective gaze focused like a row of celestial judges upon the battlefield below, where Max now stood poised, sword in hand, facing down the towering shadow of the Ascendant as the fate of the first circle—and perhaps far more—hung trembling in the balance.
Using the precious moment while the Ascendant was still reeling from the golden sword strike, staggering backward as its monstrous limbs scrambled for balance, Max’s figure erupted in a blur of blinding blue lightning. In an instant, he vanished from his previous position, reappearing right in front of the towering creature, so close that he could see the faint void patterns crawling like black veins beneath its chitinous skin.
As he materialized, Max’s entire form transformed in a dazzling spectacle of power: his flesh vanished beneath an armor of black scales that rippled like liquid obsidian, each scale edged in faint, luminous lines of gentle golden light. It was the full manifestation of his Dragon Scales Transformation, his draconic bloodline surging to its peak as he unlocked the full power of his six hundred Draconic Essences.
His physique swelled with raw, unbridled strength, his muscles corded and trembling with tightly coiled force, and golden arcs of energy danced along his scaled arms like serpents of divine radiance.
Max clenched his fist, feeling power coursing from his core to his fingertips like molten fire. In that critical instant, he summoned forth his Heavenly Luminance energy, infusing it into his gathered force.
Golden light spiraled outward from his knuckles, swirling into a brilliant gauntlet of condensed luminance that wrapped around his clenched fist, crackling and flaring as if forged from the very essence of sunlight. His eyes, glowing with draconic light and steely determination, locked onto the Ascendant’s exposed chest as he thrust his arm forward with explosive speed.
Bang!