The Universe Is Innately Just 282 Blessed Being Part Three

The skin of the winged ent.i.ty was still in the process of blinking dozens of times each second that pa.s.sed, scintillating with a powerful light that made his figure challenging to keep sight locked on.

Tsk- Akainmhar clicked his tongue as he felt that the opportunity was a good one. The moment he had broke the finger, he had been ready to disa.s.semble every joint in the ent.i.ty's humanoid body before stopping. Sadly, the angel-like existence had strength on par with the third realm of cultivation, making it capable of many incredible feats.

Her winged flapped, and the ent.i.ty's body turned transparent as he disappeared. It wasn't that his body was moving too fast, making it difficult to track, but simply that his immaculate body had turned into a matter similar to light.

The red haired man grumbled in annoyance as he ma.s.saged his lean shoulders. His hand moved to his neck, closing his eyes in the process, and seeming utterly unfazed by the ent.i.ty's troublesome technique.

Every minute wave frequency that traveled through the air turned into a buzzing noise in the red haired man's ears, as he focused his entire mind to his hearing sense. Time seemed to come to a standstill as his brain began a.n.a.lyzing the hundreds of different sounds that were caught on by his sharp ears.

"Not this one… This one is too short… It should be a repet.i.tive , or a continuous sound…", he mumbled as he tried detecting the position of the winged ent.i.ty.

Then, he felt a brush in the air, akin to a short strand of hair brus.h.i.+ng through the air, but the continuous sound was even more distinct and minute. He turned to his left, and without any hesitation, threw a simple right handed punch, his punch pierced through the air as it hit an empty spot of s.p.a.ce.

But his fist received a completely different sensation. It was the sensation that one would feel when punching the mouth of someone, a very simple feeling that Akainmhar had gotten used to through his life.

"Disappearing from my sight isn't enough, my good Angel.". Taunted Akainmar with a grin on his lips, as he looked at the place where he sent Thol'Yr.

The figure of the winged ent.i.ty reappeared in the direction where the red haired man was facing, with blood trickling down his lips.

"Don't look at me like that. I've punched people my whole life… People of all weight and shape, some were technically beast but were also capable of thought. Kinda like your friend, before.", he added without breaking sight from a Thol'Yr that was looking at him with apparent anger seeping out of his crystalline eyes.

"Turning your body into light particles won't change anything as I'll simply hit you the moment your body will s.h.i.+ft to being physical.", continued Akainmhar as a drop of blood tumbled down his fingers.

His eyes fell to his hands, And his expression changed as he felt an annoying sensation spread inside of his flesh.

"Looks like you finally noticed.", the angel like ent.i.ty finally spoke. Her lips opened as it spoke another language than the red haired man, but nonetheless, the meaning and intent of his speech was fully understood by Akainmhar.

Akainmhar looked at the angelic faced ent.i.ty in front of it. The haughty expression on the G.o.dly being's face caused a few veins to pop on his face, as he took a step forward his lifted his right fist ahead.

"This little amount of damage means nothing.", exclaimed the red haired man as he tightened his fist in an instant. His forearms muscle bulged as his fist turned denser than the most durable steel alloy. Inside of his hand, had been white volatile particle moving through his blood and flesh fibers, dealing damage to his body with the pa.s.sing seconds.

His body hardened in a split second, trapping the small light particle that had made their ways under his skin, and crushed them with the strength that lied through his entire being. He released his fist and waved his hand slightly as he noticed that he had destroyed the energy of the winged ent.i.ty.

Thankfully, he had noticed in time, or the sneak bomb attack could have slowly grown to the point where his entire right arm would have been lost.

The small damage he had taken caused his fingers to shake slightly. But, wasn't anything bothered to the point where he wouldn't be able to throw his fists forward.

"Come on, Third Realm, stop playing around and turn serious.", he mumbled annoyingly as he knew that the winged ent.i.ty was just trying to abuse the unknown factor of third realm cultivators. "Or is this power truly yours?", he added as he couldn't help but come to that thought.

Anger flashed on the ent.i.ty's face. Darkening the perfect facial feature he had, and make him look as thought he was more of a sp.a.w.n of Satan in the very moment. The red haired man's insult had touched a sensible cord of the being as his wing opened widely, his hand rose as he lifted his arm to his sides.

The light surrounding him moved as a strange physical phenomenon appeared to his manipulation of the light around him. Delicate curve and soft bubbles inflated in the s.p.a.ce around him, giving the impression that a direct door to the Armageddon had been opened inside of the man.

His wings, especially, was the place where the most phenomenon were happening as they darkened in a split second before growing in size.

"Release.", mumbled the ent.i.ty in a mighty tone. The angel turned into an avatar of G.o.d, as the terrain around him changed drastically, the soil under his leg turned into dust as an overpowering pressure was released from his wing.

Even his own body began changing as a grey suit armor appeared starting from his wing.

"Looks like I wasn't far from the truth…", mumbled the red haired man as he noticed the changes appearing on the ent.i.ty in front of him. "Those wings aren't really yours?", he spoke calmly before adding.

"Or should I say. Weren't yours, before.", he continued speaking as his blood coursed through his vein. He couldn't stop his lips, even though he felt that the ent.i.ty in front of him had drastically changed in a small amount of time. "Not so talkative?…", he added before stopping. He controlled his blood essence treasure to send streams of pure blood essence in his veins, and began unleas.h.i.+ng the entirety of his strength without care.

The steaming water flowing out of his body rose in intensity, turning into a milky white substance that hovered around him.

"Let us kill each other!", he thought as they both step forward.

No other word left the two individual's words as they engage in a frontal fight. Their speed rose to the limit, as they turned into luminous dots that turned the surrounding east of New Casablanca into ravaged lands.

Every one of their moves made the air scream, nearly shredding the solid fabric of s.p.a.ce with their G.o.dly strength. That was, especially true with the wings of the flying ent.i.ty that had seemed to have turned into a sharp object, designed to split s.p.a.ce apart.

They soon exchanged more than hundreds of move, the red haired man's face continued numerous small injuries as his clothes turned into confusion.

He stood on top of a small mountain, topless, with steaming red skin that seemed to contain an erupting volcano under it. His hair danced in the wind, as though a blazing fire danced on top of his shoulders. His eyes, calmly, stared at the flying humanoid figure forward.

The terrain surrounding him, appeared in his field of vision, as he noticed the ravage dealt by their G.o.dly strength. It was as though hundreds of bombs had been thrown in the surrounding east of New Casablanca. Deep holes, and ma.s.sive rift were made on the face of the earth, and all of that in less amount of time than a few minutes.

The face of the winged ent.i.ty calmed down as he understood the strength lying in his opponent. Although his cultivation hadn't moved to the third realm, the red haired man could be said to have taken a solid half a step inside of it.

The strength hidden in that human's body wasn't anything to be trifled. His flesh and bones could turn supple as noodles, or hard as the densest steel in a split second, and the explosive blood essence coursing through him seemed to be limitless.

"If this man attains the third realm. He will become a force to reckon!". Thol'Yr thought as he felt that he had met someone that could be considered his equal, someone worth his respect. Nonetheless, the clock couldn't be stopped as the unstoppable fight to the death had been launched.

A flash of light exploded as solid light pike appeared around Thor'Yr. His wing flapped quietly as dense light energy was transmitted to the materialized weapons.