Zen raised his head to scan the downgrader from head to toe. His posture remained unchanged since
he appeared, and there was no hint of fear or caution.
It was as though he was a lifeless statue. There was no movement or momentum, which was peculiar
for someone that had infinite energy.
It was unnecessary for the downgrader to initiate the confrontation using his bare fists. Of course, doing
that was just out of habit.
"Mastema, can you stop?" Zen asked as he directly addressed the downgrader.
This was the first time that someone had referred to the downgrader by his name.
Buzz...
Hearing Zen speak it so casually infuriated the downgrader. The six pairs of compound eyes lit up
simultaneously and shot out a sharp crimson light. The light was restrained to a certain degree, and it
was as thin as a thread. It extended towards the enchanted barrier of the fairy palace and caused faint
water ripples upon contact with its surface.
The downgrader had no intention to attack Zen with this move, but his reaction was forced out of him
through anger.
"Shut up! You're just a lowly human being. What gives you the right to tell me what to do! Let Clarence
come out. Let him talk to me!" the downgrader shouted, his tone reflecting unparalleled rage.
The people in the fairy palace were all taken aback by the downgrader's extreme reaction.
Why was the downgrader so triggered by Zen calling him 'Mastema'?
"Clarence has grown tired of everything. He has entrusted his entire strength to me," Zen said as he
returned the downgrader's stern look.
"You can't be serious. Why would Clarence give all his strength to a lowly human like you? This is
outrageous!"
Zen's words seemed to have fueled the rage lingering within the downgrader that he was trying hard to
suppress.
Suddenly, a crack extended across his head, forming a large mouth intertwined with sharp teeth.
He flapped the wings on his back to flaunt his dominance over Zen. The wings were abnormally huge
with scales etched all over them. His appearance was nothing short of a demon who arrived straight
from the depths of hell to unleash divine punishment upon them.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, he advanced with untraceable speed and crashed into the enchanted barrier of
the fairy palace.
The enchanted barrier once hailed to be invincible was forcefully twisted out of shape by the
downgrader. Although it didn't shatter completely after the first blow, some parts of it took reasonable
damage and were weakened.
The downgrader didn't top there, he continued to press on the enchanted barrier to test the limits of its
resistance. He was only about a foot away from reaching Zen.
"Why? Just why was all of the strength passed down to such a lowly creature who doesn't deserve it?"
the downgrader roared out of frustration at Zen. His voice was even more piercing than before.
However, Zen's demeanor remained steady and calm as he returned the downgrader's gaze.
He had seen faint hints of the Evil God's special characteristics from the downgrader.
The downgrader portrayed all elements of the Evil God's personality; strong, cunning, neurotic, and
hysterical.
The downgrader continued to roar on top of his lungs as he appealed, "I'm this close to fulfilling your
most cherished desire. I'm this close in making it happen. I'll be the one who will craft the most beautiful
world you've ever seen with my own two hands. I implore you to take back your strength from this lowly
creature!"
Of course, Clarence could see and hear the downgrader. However, he chose to remain silent as he
stared blankly at him.
Why did Mastema suddenly get so worked up about Clarence passing his strength down to Zen
temporarily?
The downgrader continued his rant for a long time before he went silent. His body was ultimately
pushed into the air by the enchanted barrier of the fairy palace.
Zen gave out an exasperated sigh and shook his head before his body slowly ascended in the air. He
made his way out of the enchanted barrier and moved in front of the downgrader to look him dead in
the eye. "I'm in charge of the force of Clarence. Your biggest enemy right now is me."
"You don't deserve to wield it!"
Buzz...
Countless downgraders overlapped with each other as they launched an individual palm strike aimed at
Zen. It was as though Zen was being rained with an infinite amount of fists one after another.
"Take this!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
When the first strike struck Zen, a palm print was imprinted on his chest, and then it was later
overlapped with another palm print. Then a third one, and a fourth, and a fifth...
Within the short span of three seconds, Zen's chest was covered in tens of billions of palm strikes. His
body almost became unrecognizable, now cloaked with countless palm imprints etched all over it.
After being struck with those attacks, Zen's features and limbs were bent out of shape to the point that
they were severely disfigured. His bones and flesh had been integrated into a single organism, and his
appearance was reduced to that of a ball of meat that had been continuously kneaded for tens of
billions of times.
Purr...
But after a short while, the ball of meat started to tremble voluntarily. Luscious thick black hair, a pair of
eyes, mouth, nose, and eyebrows began to reappear from it. When the mold completely unwrapped
itself, Zen regained his usual self seemingly unscathed.
The onlookers from the fairy palace remained rooted to their spots as they watched the scene unravel
before their eyes with their mouths agape.
Their eyes couldn't keep up with the rapid palm strikes the downgrader unleashed on Zen, but they did
witness Zen's body shaped up into a mold due to the pressure. To them, it was like watching Zen
continuously being pinched by an invisible hand, and the mass of his flesh and blood was like rolling
water.
"Were you able to make out what just happened to Zen? How did he suddenly become that thing? I
can't tell what has happened, as it all happened so fast..." Even the Snake Goddess, who was the
smartest being present in that crowd, was rendered speechless at this sight.
"He must have been continuously attacked by the downgrader without pause," Hilario said as he stared
up at Zen's floating figure. He was making this assumption because Zen had previously mentioned the
attacking method of the Probability Extreme Form in front of him before.
His explanation already sounded too exaggerated. But what Hilario was unaware of was the fact that
Zen was confronted with tens of billions of blows one after another, and if the downgrader wished, he
could tamper with the frequency and increase the rate even further.
"You barely managed to tickle me. Was that the best you could do? It's my turn now," Zen said as he
gave his knuckles a light crack.
Zen was now the bearer of infinite energy that knew no bounds. He was able to release any amount of
energy as he saw fit, and the reserves of it were absolutely limitless.
"Mirror!"
Zen exclaimed on top of his lungs. In response to his call, a circular silver mirror made of light stationed
itself above his head.
"Ten billion." Zen narrowed his eyes as he glared at the downgrader staring back at him.
Just as those words left his mouth, Zen felt the enormous reserves of ancestry-level bloodline gush out
from him uncontrollably.
If the energy of the ancestry-level bloodline was equivalent to that of a flowing river before, it had now
upgraded itself and became as endless as seawater overflowing from every fiber of his being.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Soon, the sky was dominated by the presence of ten billion silver light mirrors.
The silver light mirrors distributed across the space soon became so overwhelming that it was hard to
escape the sight of them. They lit up the entire sky in a flash.
The Troubled Creatures that were still engulfed in their battle were forced to delay it as they raised their
heads to make sense of the situation.
Their vision was filled with many stars flickering and twinkling in the sky.
The formation of the silver light mirrors seemed unorganized, but in fact, each of their positions was
preplanned according to a certain rule.
"Uniting!" Zen yelled out another command.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
At his words, each of the silver light mirrors began to emit streams of energy. These streaks of energy
collided with each other and constantly bounced off each other until all of them gathered together to
form an ingenious structure.
"Annihilating!" A murderous look appeared in Zen's eyes.
Whoosh...
The silver energy flow collected itself at one point before unleashing itself wholly at the downgrader.
This killing move was something Zen extracted from one of Clarence's memories. The technique did
not have a unique name to itself. It only consisted of three steps; 'Mirror', 'Uniting', and 'Annihilating'. It
was a carefully constructed attacking method that was created using three distinct Extreme Form
energies.
The turbulent energy flow flew across the air and pierced its way through the Burial Land from the
center. In a short span of thirty seconds, the energy flow had traveled across the chaos and reached
the edge.
Boom...
The energy flow contained an ominous aura and forcefully opened a big hole in the chaos leading to
the Abstruse Energy World!
At this time, the Evil God's avatar was carrying the triangular rock to complete the enclosure. When his
gaze fell on the stream of energy sweeping across the sky at an incredible speed, he couldn't help but
feel startled at the overwhelming sight. His eyes slowly widened in surprise as he felt a deep fear
sprout from within his heart.
"Where did that attack come from?"
Before he could speak more to voice his growing concerns, he felt a wave coming from behind him. As
he turned around to know the source, his eyes met those of the real Evil God.
Wherever the avatar carried the triangular rock, the territory it covered was instantly marked as a part
of the Source World. The real Evil God could then appear and disappear at will within the range.
The real Evil God also sensed an astounding amount of energy flow surging from the boundaries of the
Burial Land. He moved out to check it out for himself.
When he witnessed the large hole in the chaos, his expression darkened as a shadow hovered over his
eyes.
The strength of this energy flow was far beyond the conjecture of the real Evil God.
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