leonardwarren Chapter 56 Whether you become light or air, max-level duplication will ensure you're always eve
Chapter 56 Whether you become light or air, max-level duplication will ensure you're always eve
Yang Jian did not believe in superstition.
The python's body dispersed, transforming into a golden koi fish that darted into the underground current and silently circled behind Lu Chen.
Lu Chen also transformed into an identical golden koi fish.
The two fish chased each other three times in the underground current.
It's a 50/50 split.
Yang Jian burst out from underground, reverting to human form, and slammed down with his three-pointed, double-edged sword.
Lu Chen also returned to human form, and the wooden stick came to meet him.
Boom!
Another trap.
Sun Wukong squatted on the rock and chewed grass twice as fast.
"See that?" Sun Wukong muttered to Nezha beside him, "Back when I fought Yang Jian, it was the same thing. Whatever I transformed into, he transformed into too. If you grew bigger, he grew bigger; if you shrank, he shrank smaller."
"But Monkey King!" Nezha exclaimed, wide-eyed. "Lu Chen's copy is too precise! Yang Jian transforms into an eagle, a python, and a fish, and Lu Chen does it all exactly the same. Even the number of scales is identical."
"That's his skill." Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, his fiery gaze fixed on the battlefield. "No matter what you transform into, he transforms into that too. No matter how much force you use, he uses the same force. It's always a stalemate. You can never catch up. And you can never shake him off."
On the field.
Yang Jian changed three more times.
It transformed into a white tiger and pounced.
Lu Chen transformed into an identical white tiger and charged at him.
It transformed into a fire dragon, spewing forth heavenly fire.
Lu Chen also transformed into a fire dragon, spewing out the same heavenly fire.
Two bursts of fire collided in mid-air, creating a massive mushroom cloud.
Turn into a grain of sand.
So tiny as to be almost invisible.
Lu Chen also turned into a grain of sand.
Two grains of sand collided in the breeze.
Ding.
It was so light it felt like an illusion.
But the power contained in that ding sound caused the air within a ten-mile radius to tremble for a moment.
Yang Jian regained his human form.
His breathing became slightly rapid.
He has changed seven or eight times already.
Eagle, python, koi, white tiger, fire dragon, sand...
Each one was perfectly replicated.
Each one is a 50/50 chance.
"You're just like Sun Wukong in the first seventy-two transformations." Yang Jian stared at Lu Chen, his voice deepening.
"But I have seventy-three transformations."
Sun Wukong sat up straight on the rock.
Seventy-three transformations.
When Yang Jian fought him back then, he used a move he had never seen before.
That was the seventy-third transformation.
Sun Wukong still doesn't know what the seventy-third transformation is.
Yang Jian has never shown it to anyone.
That transformation was his trump card.
It belongs solely to Yang Jian.
On the field.
Yang Jian closed his eyes.
The Heavenly Eye is fully open.
An aura never before seen surged from Yang Jian's body.
That aura was neither celestial, nor demonic, nor Buddhist.
It's something that combines all three.
Yang Jian's bloodline is mixed. His mother is an immortal, his father is a mortal, and he also carries the seal of the Heavenly Court and the cultivation of the Taoist sect.
The seventy-third transformation utilizes this combined power.
Yang Jian's figure began to change.
But this time is different from the previous ones.
He did not become any kind of living being.
He became a concept.
His body dissipated and turned into a ray of light.
It's neither golden nor white light.
It is a transparent, colorless, but real light.
That light had no form, no temperature, and no weight.
But it covered every inch of space within a radius of ten zhang.
It does not attack.
It simply exists.
But anything that stands in this light will be assimilated by it.
Assimilate into it.
This is the seventy-third transformation.
Formless.
It doesn't mean becoming a certain thing.
Instead, it becomes everything.
It becomes air, it becomes light, it becomes space itself.
Make it impossible for your opponent to attack, because every direction you attack is "Yang Jian".
At the same time, there is no way to defend against it, because "Yang Jian" is already in every crevice of your body.
Sun Wukong stood up from the rock.
His discerning eyes could no longer see Yang Jian.
There was only a transparent light in front of me.
There was nothing in the light.
Everything is in the light.
"Is this the seventy-third transformation?" Sun Wukong muttered to himself.
"Old Sun lost because of this one move back then."
On the field.
Lu Chen stood in the very center of that colorless light.
His body was enveloped in light.
He could feel that power.
It penetrates from every direction, every angle, and every pore.
Like water, like wind, like breathing itself.
There is nowhere to escape.
There is nowhere to stop it.
Because there are no enemies.
The enemy is the air around you.
How can you shoot at thin air?
Lu Chen looked down at his hands.
Then he closed his eyes.
His body shape also began to change.
The same.
His body dissipated.
It turned into another light.
It is also transparent, colorless, and formless light.
Two beams of light overlapped.
Within a space of ten zhang in radius, two "formless" forces intertwined, permeated, and collided.
No sound.
No sparks.
There are no visible conflicts.
But everyone sensed it.
The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly.
An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air.
It felt as if the rules of the entire world had been rewritten in this space.
Then it was erased.
Then it was rewritten.
Repeatedly.
endless.
Until the two forces are completely balanced.
Then it was rewritten.
Repeatedly.
endless.
Until the two forces are completely balanced.
It's a 50/50 split.
Even the "formless" aspect is evenly matched.
The light has faded.
Both of them reverted to human form at the same time.
Yang Jian stood at the north end.
Lu Chen stood at the southern end.
On the ground between the two people, an extremely thin crack stretched from north to south.
The cracks are exactly the same on both sides.
Even the cracks are symmetrical in shape.
Yang Jian looked at Lu Chen.
The scrutiny and probing that had been there before were gone from his eyes.
It was replaced with something he hadn't even anticipated.
It's an emotion that only arises when encountering a truly equal being.
It's not about reverence.
It's not fear.
It's resonance.
"You can even copy the formless."
Yang Jian's voice was very soft.
Lu Chen patted the dust off his clothes.
"Your 'formless' concept is quite interesting. I've transformed into a snake and a bird before, but becoming a ray of light is a first for me. It feels quite novel."
Yang Jian stared at Lu Chen for three seconds.
Then he did something no one expected.
He smiled.
The infamous cold-faced Erlang Shen of the Three Realms.
Laughed.
"You..." Yang Jian shook his head and slung the three-pointed double-edged sword back over his shoulder.
"It's truly extraordinary."
Yang Jian did not leave immediately.
He returned to the mountain villa.
I sat down in the courtyard.
They sat there until it got dark.
No one chased him away.
No one made any special effort to entertain him.
Princess Iron Fan added an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl when she was making dinner.
The Celestial Dog got a pig bone that it had been gnawing on for half a day.
During the meal, Yang Jian sat in the corner of the stone table.
He remained silent.
They don't eat much.
But he kept watching.
Watch as Nezha and Red Boy fight over the last piece of braised pork.
Look at Pigsy protecting his bowl, not letting anyone near it.
Watch as Sha Wujing silently serves rice to everyone.
Watch the Jade Rabbit take tiny bites of the steamed bun.
Princess Iron Fan stood at the kitchen doorway, watching everyone eat, a smile playing on her lips that she herself didn't even realize was on her lips.
Lu Chen sat on the stone stool, holding a bowl, not saying much, occasionally being pulled by Nezha to judge who was cheating by stealing meat.