Chapter 97: Alternating Hot and Cold
"I'll hand over command here to someone else and come provide support with Ye Zi." Chen Bo, looking at Bai Mo's position on the GPS, chased after him with Ye Zi.
"This must be a natural disaster." Chen Bo observed the battlefield around the two, seeing nothing but massive craters. Within a kilometer radius, not a single intact corner could be found.
"They're over there." Ye Zi pointed towards the sky.
"Two little bugs have come to their deaths."
"They've come to send *you* to your death." Bai Mo chuckled.
Chen Bo pointed a finger, beginning to heat the air around Ougaolasi. Knowing Bai Mo wouldn't be harmed, he simply ignored the risk of the heat field inadvertently injuring him.
"A mere three hundred degrees? You think that can hurt me?"
Bai Mo didn't speak. He simply delivered a punch that blew Ougaolasi's head apart again, as if it were an exploding watermelon.
"Useless!" His head instantly reassembled, he bared his teeth and shrieked in a grating voice.
"Still clinging to useless struggles?"
On the ground, Chen Bo and Ye Zi began their alternating attacks. The temperature of the environment around the two combatants in the air changed with extreme speed. Bai Mo, whose primary field was material science, quickly understood the tactic the two below were employing. He continued to stick closely to Ougaolasi, trying his best to minimize the time Ougaolasi had to think.
"Useless! Useless! You think a mere eighty degrees below zero can destroy my body? Delusional!" Ougaolasi laughed arrogantly, launching a new wave of attacks against Bai Mo.
The air temperature across the entire battlefield above became utterly chaotic. Some areas plunged to eighty or ninety degrees below zero, while others soared to nearly three hundred degrees Celsius. The violent convection of hot and cold air created countless turbulent currents in the sky where the two were fighting.
"This is your so-called tactic? What use are air currents other than to interfere with flight?" Ougaolasi, convinced he had seen through everything, continued to mock his opponents with disdain. "As expected, merely mortal wisdom. Let me first crush those two annoying little bugs."
Ougaolasi transformed into a blood dragon, attempting to unleash a Blood Dragon Impact on the two individuals on the ground. However, under Bai Mo's harassment, who had sensed his intentions, the two easily dodged several "human missile" bombardments.
"Their maximum speed is probably around one hundred and sixty meters per second. If I don't interfere, it would be very difficult for them to dodge automatically tracking 'human missiles' that exceed two hundred meters per second." Bai Mo pondered continuously.
The boring game of "eagle catching chicks" continued for another fifteen minutes, with neither side making any breakthrough. Bai Mo continued to play the role of the hen, fending off the "eagle's" aerial attacks, while the two "chicks" on the ground steadily increased the temperature disparity of the battlefield, their convection generating violent air currents.
"Almost time." Bai Mo calculated the minutes in his mind.
"Crack." As if in response to Bai Mo's thoughts, a faint cracking sound emanated from Ougaolasi's body. Though tiny, at this moment, it sounded like his death knell.
"Hm?" He looked at his body in horror, wondering why parts of the metal that made up his form were no longer obeying his command, beginning to peel off in small pieces.
Seeing this, Bai Mo seized the moment Ougaolasi was distracted and stunned, erupting forward to tear him to shreds like tearing bread. Then, worried he still wouldn't die completely, he forcefully smashed the original fragments into even tinier pieces.
Ougaolasi had always relied on his immortal body, never defending against Bai Mo's physical attacks, instead actively trading injuries. He never expected the very foundation he relied upon to suddenly collapse, and he was torn into countless fragments before he could even utter a word.
"Still not completely dead?" Bai Mo felt that some of the fragments still carried Ougaolasi's will, but they were already like candles in the wind. Under the impact of his hurricane-like spiritual sense, the flickering lights of will within each fragment were extinguished one after another.
"I refuse to accept this! What in the world is happening! Why has everything suddenly changed!" The remaining will wailed unwillingly, its former arrogance and invincibility completely gone.
"Die once, and I'll tell you." Bai Mo said with a mischievous delight.
"You go die first!" The remaining will burst forth with its final light, continuously burning itself, attempting to break through the barrier of Bai Mo's Life Field to execute its ultimate body-snatching plan.
"A more complete remnant soul probably holds more information." To extract more of the opponent's memories, Bai Mo simply opened up his Life Field, allowing the remnant soul to rush in with virtually no resistance.
"Madman! You want my memories? You actually let me in without any resistance! I'll make you realize this is the biggest mistake of your life! You, who don't even have thirty years of memories, actually think you can devour me, who possesses three hundred years of memories? You're simply seeking your own death! Even if you could swallow it, over ninety percent of the memories would be dominated by me. Would your cognition still be yours then?!"
"So much nonsense. Let me show you the world through my eyes." Bai Mo forcibly shared his perceptions with Ougaolasi. All the information his spiritual sense received within a several-hundred-meter radius surged towards Ougaolasi like a great tide: countless sounds, countless images, the crawling and buzzing of every insect, the swaying of every weed in the strong wind. Ougaolasi, who had relied on his original five senses for hundreds of years, was momentarily overwhelmed and disoriented. He felt as if he had countless pairs of eyes and ears simultaneously receiving information. Meanwhile, Bai Mo seized the opportunity to continuously wear down the remnant will with his spiritual sense, gradually acquiring his memories.
"Fortunately, my brain can habitually ignore irrelevant information. And he, with only a single will remaining, lacks the brain's processing to ignore, so he can only receive everything wholesale. What's three hundred years of memories? I'll just treat it as reading a very long novel. The novels I've read are counted in the hundreds of millions of words; I've practically experienced the lives of hundreds of protagonists, and I'm still perfectly fine now." He simultaneously digested Ougaolasi's memories as if reading a novel, while also paying attention to the state of the remnant will in his mind.
"I finally adapted, you old bastard!" Not long after, Ougaolasi roared with his mental power, "Three hundred years of accumulation—how could a mere brat like you understand?!"
"Oh." Then Bai Mo canceled the shared perception.
Ougaolasi, who had just barely adapted to the information bombardment, suddenly felt the world quiet down. Without a physical body, he was left with only rudimentary mental scans. The entire world's visual style instantly shifted from a 3D simulation to a stick figure drawing. The immense disparity nearly drove him insane.
"You!" After regaining his senses, he discovered that nearly half of his remnant will had vanished. He quickly used a secret clan technique, condensing his remaining will into a sword, and began to launch an attack on Bai Mo's spiritual will.
"After hundreds of years of exploration, you really have accumulated quite a few techniques. Too bad I've seen them all in your memories."
In Ougaolasi's memories, what was called "mental power" was actually the external manifestation of spiritual will acting upon the material world—a power that could be trained. However, his clan's main focus was on the indestructible physical body, so their research into spiritual combat techniques was relatively scarce. Moreover, the lack of external enemies led them to concentrate more on research into extending soul longevity.
"Condense!" Bai Mo, imitating Ougaolasi's secret technique from memory, painstakingly condensed his own will into a crooked, wobbly sword to defend against the opponent's attack.
"Oversized and shoddy, loose and weak." The sword formed by Ougaolasi instantly cleaved a large gap in the crudely made Sword of Will, causing Bai Mo to immediately clutch his head in pain..
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