Mystical Journey Chapter 1025 - Explosion 1

An infinite amount of heat was exploding in his body.

Hues of blue flames and current were trying hard to break out from Garen’s body but failed due to the golden light membrane radiating on the skin of his surface.

The golden membrane seemed thin, but was in fact as solid and firm as a wall, not budging at all no matter how the blue flames kept ramming on it.

The old man who was the origin of the blue flames had a ferocious look on his face.

“Trying to engulf me? I’ll gobble you up first!”

He roared out loud, and together with the blue flames, rushed upwards towards Garen’s head.

“Magic Light!” Garen growled deeply.

The golden light around his body began to grow stronger. Stretching out his arm, the golden light started to diffuse from his body in large amount. He looked as though he was burning in golden flame in mid-air.

The Magic Light Fist’s absorption ability was activated, its golden flames sweeping crazily towards the origin of the blue flame. But it was too late to stop it from heading towards his brain.

Rus.h.i.+ng straight up from his abdomen, the blue flame left a trail of clear, blue line as it thrust towards Garen’s eyebrows.

Boom!!

There was no response from Garen. The speed of the blue flame was too fast for him to react. All he saw was a dark blue color rus.h.i.+ng face on towards him, then it was as though his consciousness took a big blow and he lost control of his body instantly.

Hiss…

Garen burnt like a golden torch in mid-air. Currents of golden and blue flames streamed out of his body in all directions, making him horrifyingly aghast.

Below, Barrow and Ron just managed to catch their breath and returned to their senses. The explosion just now injured both of them heavily.

“He is absorbing the origin, we cannot let him succeed! Kill him!!” Barrow roared angrily. How much time and energy have they spent on the origin!? It was his only hope to ever surpa.s.s that person. He will absolutely not lose it!! Absolutely not!!

A deep hatred and ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

“The origin is mine!!” Boss Ron screamed madly as he rushed up from the ground. His whole body was scorched black but was frenziedly gathering a tremendous amount of terrifying chills.

A dazzling, bright light gathered on his right fist. Like a bird which was flapping its wings about to fly off, a double-layered Crystal Pauldron appeared on Ron’s right shoulder. A huge burst of auxiliary force arose from the armor, traces of white air currents continued to gather on his right fist speedily.

“Great Cold Night Fist!!”

Just like Garen, his whole body was on fire, except the flames were white in color. The burning picked up speed with greater intensity. From afar, it looked as if a white sword was rus.h.i.+ng up to the sky.

“Ultimate Seal-Free!!” A split appeared in between of Barrow’s eyebrows. White blood projected out from the split and merged with the imprint in his rapidly moving hands. In a cras.h.i.+ng moment from a distance, Boss Ron’s body was covered with a layer of invisible energy force that seemed to be constantly flowing and transforming. Barrow’s face vaguely appeared on Ron’s chest.

Pff!!

Second Brother Barrow spat out a mouthful of blood, but it did not stop right there, he continued to spit mouthfuls of blood, which gradually made the Boss’ force field stronger!

The Great Cold Night Fist was as terrifying as a white meteor, allowing Ron to pierce through the sky, creating a path between the vast free-flowing gold and blue hues.

His launched his fist straight at Garen’s back.

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“Where is this?”

A dark blue lake with a clear bottom appeared in Garen’s sight.

He was standing naked in the lake, surrounded by thick layers of dark fog. He could not see anything in the distance.

The lake was clear and icy cold. He gently scooped some water in his hand and watched as the water leaked through the gap between his fingers. The cold seeped from his hands into his mind.

The lake was very small, only about over ten meters in diameter. There was no one and it was dead silent.

Yes, dead silent. Garen could only use this word to describe this place, as to how he felt when he first saw it.

Hiss…

A blue flame lighted up in front of him, moving from left to right, dragging out a dark blue, curved sword – a scimitar.

The scimitar sword surface was bright and sleek, with countless mysterious inscriptions engraved on it. The handle of the sword appeared last, still burning of blue flames.

The sword was two meters in length, only its handle was burning in blue flame, forming some sort of a hand guard around it. The body of the sword was curved slightly, seemingly downwards. It looked like the j.a.panese Sword used on Planet Earth, with a single blade good for slash strikes.

Hints of sharpness radiated from the sword as soon as it emerged in whole.

“This is…?” Garen’s eyes focused on the sword and a warning sign rose in his mind.

Chi!

He took a step back and realized that the sword started moving on its own without him knowing when. It slashed his chest, splitting his chest muscles. Blood sputtered out of the wound, combusting into streams of black smoke.

He single-handedly held on to the bleeding wound on his chest.

“You are the Inherited Origin!?” Garen jumped lightly and pulled his distance away from the scorching sword.

A pale, blue illusionary figure appeared slowly behind the burning sword’s handle. It was an old-looking man, thin with a straight stature with an insolent presence.

He opened his mouth and seemed to be saying something to Garen, but he was not able to make a sound.

Hiss!!

Suddenly, the scorching sword slashed a clear blue line at where Garen was standing. However, it missed as Garen leaped up and landed on another spot not too far away on the lake.

“Magic Light-Sun Light!!” The old man held the sword straight up and placed it in between his eyebrows. The sword handle burst into a striking, spherical blue light, it seemed as though a symbolic rune slowly lighted up.

As the runes on the sword handle lighted up, the same happened in between the old man’s eyebrows.

An unprecedented, horrifying aura exploded from the old man, like an erupting volcano, a collapsing mountain and a huge tsunami all in one.

Garen’s expression changed instantly. The soul deep inside was warning him frantically, a sign that there was a great threat to it.

He instinctively and uncontrollably retreated backward frantically and speedily.

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!!

Numerous intentions of counterattacks instantly disappeared into his mind, leaving only that single, one thought.

Garen felt like he was facing a gigantic steel furnace and the terrifying blue light was a stove about to devour him. A death threat continuously erupted from the sword.

“Magic Light!!”

A soft sound suddenly appeared subtly from within him, as if it was resonating and calling from a certain direction. The golden light ball in Garen’s body suddenly lighted up.

The mysterious, soft sound seemed human, but not really as well.

Right at that moment, there was a horrifying crash sound.

An overwhelming amount of blue flames surged towards him and collided with the gold light that broke out of Garen’s body. Everything was submerged infinitely in the light…

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Still in mid-air, Garen suddenly burst out with an infinite amount of gold rays, drowning him in the amazingly bright light.

Ron’s Great Cold Night Fist intensified. Along with a huge energy field, he struck Garen relentlessly with all his might.

From afar, it was as if a white meteor rose up from the ground, ferociously hitting the tiny, gold sun in the sky.

“The Origin is mine!!!” Ron roared, blue veins bulged out all over his body, the blood in his whole body was boiling. Even the horrifying chill from the Great Cold Night Fist was not able to neutralize his madness.

He roared in anger, all of his Scarlet Snow Technique began to pour out of his body frenziedly and gathered on his fist. This was his strongest punch, and no one was able to compare to his Great Cold Night Fist.

The eleventh grade of Scarlet Snow Technique exploded fully, but it was not just any ordinary eleventh grade. His resonance was strong, crazy, and turbulent; the two-moon level resonating turbulence allowed all the energy machinery that he carried with him to explode at the same time and gathered on his fist. In a blink of an eye, the strength of the Great Cold Night Fist intensified by a dozen times compared to the Scarlet Snow Technique.

The white light at the edge of his fist seemed to have gathered an infinite amount of gravitational energy, even the air was distorted and blurred as if it was burning.

Boom!!!!

The punch landed accurately on the golden sun in the air.

With his fist in a stripping motion, a white ring with a blue outer rim and gold inner rim seemed to appear in the sky.

The ring started to spread out slowly, and a blue flower swayed and rose in the middle. Countless closely s.p.a.ced petals seemed like the finest jagged gears, overlapping layers by layers as if it’s the finest work of art.

At the flower in the middle of the ring, Garen’s back was facing Ron. His back was struck precisely and he was motionless.

There was no sound, and the force field had not diminished.

All the power and momentum of the Great Cold Night Fist rushed into Garen’s body through his back.

A huge wind blew up, the trees on fire swayed non-stop as if they were a sea of red ribbons. Streams of wind circled the both of them in mid-air as if it was attracted to them.

Buzz!!!

In an instant, the sky was blindingly bright. A blue-gold light ray exploded out of Garen’s body.

Ron’s figure was completely submerged in the infinite light, and he could not be seen.

He opened his mouth widely, as though he was screaming out loud, but he was not able to make a sound. He disappeared in the light.

“Infinite Meditation Imprint!!!” Barrow who was down below on ground had an insane look in his eyes.

He shot out streams of blood from between his eyebrows onto the imprint on his hands. As the blood flow continuously, his face got paler. Due to the severe blood loss, his consciousness was starting to blur.

However, the imprint in his hands was growing more powerful and horrifying. The power of the Energy Machineries started gathering and concentrated in his hands.

This was the resonance skills!!

A transparent, palm-sized imprint gradually appeared between his hands.

Suddenly, his body shot up into the air, like an arrow shot from its crossbow up into the dazzling, golden-blue ball of light.