Chapter 621: Impenetrable
There was no so-called beauty of muscle power; before him lay only a pitiful porcelain doll, on the verge of bursting.
The River of Blazing Sun, through sheer accumulation of raw power, had completely exceeded the limits of Bai Mo's current avatar. He was on the verge of exploding entirely at any moment.
"Bang!"
Bai Mo's right hand was the first to burst open, blossoming into a spray of flesh and blood. Spirit Energy poured out from the ruptured area, scattering in all directions.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Immediately after, his right foot, left hand, and left foot successively exploded.
"Bang!"
Finally, his entire being detonated. Where Bai Mo had stood, only a bloody silhouette, barely recognizable as having once been human, remained.
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The oppressive Aura pressing down on them didn't diminish in the slightest; instead, it grew even stronger after the explosion.
The next moment, Bai Mo's body seemed to rewind time. His exploded head reassembled itself, and his limbs and torso likewise recovered.
"Bang!"
But five seconds later, his head exploded again.
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"Don't mind these trivialities too much." After recovering once more from his state of shattered flesh, Bai Mo spoke calmly to the two of them.
His body continuously repeated the cycle of being stretched to the point of explosion — recovering — exploding again — and recovering once more.
The black mist above his head relentlessly devoured the ceaseless power supplied by the River of Blazing Sun. RA-NOBЕ\s
As for the power continuously channeled from the distant Earth's true body, it became the guarantee for his repeated resurrections. Bai Mo's projection simply had insufficient power output, at most maintaining the mid-stage of Six Tiers, but the essence of a Ghost Immortal allowed him to nearly instantaneously replenish his power to its maximum limit, forever.
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"Can we begin now?" the gigantic Ying Huo asked.
Although Bai Mo's strange avatar appeared to be only one percent of its own size, it dared not let down its guard in the slightest.
Because this avatar, frantically charged by the River of Blazing Sun, not only possessed power fluctuations in no way inferior to its own but also, with each successive shattering and rebirth, gradually showed signs of surpassing it.
"My power projection limit on Mars is only 66, so I can only rely on some external forces."
"Level 66" corresponds to 6-6 in the Federation's power grading system. However, since reading "Six-dash-six" literally wasn't very smooth, many people, including Bai Mo, habitually just called it "Level 66."
"Level 66 is indeed a bit insufficient."
"Then, would you like to experience what Level 69.99 feels like?" Bai Mo asked playfully.
He had been responsible for the foundation of the Federation's grading system back then; the design's Six Tiers upper limit was only 6-9, meaning Level 69.
"Coincidentally, I'm also Level 69.99," Teach said, striking a pose.
Originally, only Ying Huo had paid a hefty price to challenge Bai Mo, but now Teach had also joined in, free of charge.
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Black flames, brimming with despair, erupted from Teach's body. They quickly enveloped his entire form like armor, not even sparing his eyes.
At his level, even without relying on his eyes, he possessed a multitude of excellent Spirit Arts for detection, fully capable of replacing the visual observation function of eyes.
This special clone of Teach transformed into a black giant beast, over ten meters tall and dozens of meters long.
The giant beast's heart thumped, thumped. If any life forms below the Third Tier, without the protection of a Life Field, were nearby, the mere resonance of its internal organs would be enough to cause them all to die from internal bleeding.
Ying Huo transformed into a giant, while Teach transformed into a giant beast; their roles were perfectly reversed.
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"One strike." Bai Mo stated, "I will only make one strike."
"You think one strike is enough to deal with us?"
Ying Huo was provoked by Bai Mo's dismissiveness, a hint of anger stirring within it. It raised a fist the size of a house, ready to teach the other party a lesson.
It admitted that this extraterrestrial lord's true body was far more formidable than itself, but the one standing before it now was merely an avatar of comparable strength.
Moreover, with Teach, equally unfathomable, standing beside it, it was absolutely impossible for Bai Mo to instantly kill them both with a single strike.
"Do you use a blade?" Compared to Ying Huo, who interpreted Bai Mo's words as a provocation, Teach, who was more familiar with him, posed a question instead.
"I don't, but I can just turn my hand into one." Bai Mo raised his free left hand and swept it from his chest towards the sky.
This time, what regenerated from the explosion was no longer a human arm, but a colossal ship-cleaving saber, wreathed in a fervent glow of Spirit Energy.
A blade nearly ten meters long, attached to Bai Mo, who was now just over two meters tall, appeared somewhat incongruous.
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"Myriad forms... is this the power of the Seventh Tier?" Teach realized from Bai Mo's unreserved demonstration that the long blade was entirely formed by the rearrangement of matter at the molecular structure level.
Through large-scale modifications at the microscopic level, he achieved an incredible transformation from an arm to a ship-cleaving saber.
Bai Mo chose not to answer Teach's question with words, but instead, silently unleashed a strike.
Fast!
They only barely perceived a white flash, instinctively moving to defend.
Unfortunately, defense was futile. One of Teach's legs and one of Ying Huo's arms flew directly off.
"Rip!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The sound of the slash, however, only erupted simultaneously when both their severed limbs hit the ground with a heavy thud.
The blade in Bai Mo's hand was too fast; the sonic boom couldn't keep up with his cutting speed.
"This is my blade technique — Impenetrable."
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"I can understand the speed, but why was it able to completely disregard the hardness of my body?"
Teach, who had lost a leg, showed no anger or fear. Instead, he was filled with curiosity about how he had been cut.
For these monsters standing at the peak of the Six Tiers, possessing countless secret life-saving techniques, losing a leg was truly nothing. They could recover it with a casual reattachment.
He calmly picked up the severed leg from the ground, blew away some dust clinging to the cut with his Despair Flame, and then reattached it to its original position as if nothing had happened.
Ying Huo, on the other side, was also deep in thought. He was using his unique abilities to scan the unusually smooth cross-section on his shoulder, attempting to figure out the principle behind Bai Mo's strike.
Both of them temporarily ignored the Moon, which was still continuously rushing towards Mars in the sky.
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"Power, simultaneously acting on both macroscopic and microscopic levels.
Wiping out a city, blowing up a star—these are macroscopic, quantitative expressions of power.
But at the same time, power also has microscopic, or rather, precise and qualitative expressions.
If you flatten a city, what's left is either a ruin full of shattered debris and rubble, or a flat plain with only sand, stone, and steel dust remaining. These are two different levels of precision in power.
If the precision of the Six Tiers is at the cellular level, then the Seventh Tier is at the molecular and atomic level.
Even substances that are seamless and extremely hard at low precision, like your bodies,
Once magnified to the high precision of the atomic level, my hand, transformed into an atomic blade, can still easily find those enormous gaps between molecules.
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