Death... and me



Usually, someone like Qestuve would still believe he had the advantage. After all, the amount of Divine Origin Energy he had compared to someone in the Elemental Space Realm was definitely higher. Yet, Celis' Domain caused his Divine Origin Energy to be exhausted at a much faster pace. Above all, his own Domain was costing a lot more to maintain because of how Roan's Death World kept corroding it. By now, he truly couldn't tell whether he would run out of Divine Origin Energy first or not.

'Death Style, Death Scythe!'

Roan wouldn't wait for him to think things through, though. A gigantic Death Scythe Projection appeared in front of Qestuve, cutting through his own defenses. Qestuve's face went pale as he saw how neither of his attacks could stop Roan's assault.

Time power revolved around his body, increasing his speed once again. With the help of Spatial and Time Powers, he retreated as fast as the Death Scythe attacks advanced. Finally, he found a gap to dodge and let the Scythe go away on its own. Of course, he never stopped paying attention to his own Divine Sense and Natural Spatial Perception. As soon as he dodged, he also used one of his attacks and slashed through space.

'Lightning Spatial Blade!'

*Clang!*

Purple Lightning and a Sword projection broke through space as it collided against a charging Roan from the side. Roan was revealed once again as he parried the attack. Without losing the momentum, he launched his own attack. 

'Death Style, First Form, Stellar Piercer!'

A Ray of Light and Dark Elements pierced through space, appearing right in front of Qestuve in an instant. Qestuve wasn't any slower as his own sword was covered in Space, Lightning, and Time Powers.

'Lightning Phase!'

Time momentarily stopped in front of his sword as Lightning struck that ray of Light and Dark Element. Qestuve had long since stopped underestimating Roan, so he used his full speed to counterattack Roan on the back. He understood that Roan wanted to keep the pressure, but he was also a cultivator specialized in melee combat. How could he allow himself to lose in this field against a weaker cultivator?

Roan happily received Qestuve's attacks, grinning on the inside. 'Middle Stage of the Space-Time Realm seems to be exactly where I stand at the moment in raw power.' Roan had lost to Pulanli before when he provoked her into a fight, but he didn't lose by much. Qestuve was the perfect training target to confirm his theories.

On another part of the battlefield, Kentucky wasn't having as much of an easy time. Of the three fights against the Space-Time Realm experts, he was the one who suffered the most. Well, not that he was going to lose.

*Bang!*

Kentucky was suddenly hit by one of the Eel's Silver Lightning, making his Minokawa body numb for a moment. Krutos didn't waste time and followed with another attack with his tail, aiming to pierce Kentucky's chest.

Yet, Kentucky's body suddenly shined with Dark and Light Element as his Feather Blades and Scales became even more resilient. It was Kentucky's Dark and Light Divine Armor!

*Bang!*

Kentucky was sent flying like a cannonball, only managing to stop himself several thousand meters away. Arcs of Silver Lightning sparked on his chest as some of his blood came out. "Fuck! It hurts, idiot!"

Yet, that was basically it. Kentucky quickly used Rean's Instant Recovery Skill, which closed that small injury in a flash. "I'm definitely eating this worm for dinner!" Immediately after, Kentucky launched himself back into the fray against the Space-Time Realm Eel.

Krutos looked at Kentucky with incredulity. He didn't hold back at all in the last attack, which he only managed to hit after a long sequence of exchanges with the help of his Time Power. Yet, all he accomplished was nothing more than a superficial injury. Not to mention how he saw Kentucky's injury disappear as fast as it appeared. "What kind of freakish defense is that?!"

Kentucky was indeed on the back foot, but he was absolutely in no danger of being defeated, let alone dying. Kentucky had by far the highest defense in the twins' group. With the help of Sky Energy and his own Regal Bloodline, his defense could probably match a minokawa in the Peak Stage of the Space-Time Realm. Krutos was only in the Initial Stage, so it made sense he couldn't damage Kentucky that much.

But then again, he was definitely much faster than Kentucky since Kentucky couldn't use Time Power yet. In the end, Kentucky could keep charging again and again, using his own absolute defense to harass Krutos nonstop. Sure, there would be a time when Krutos would let his guard down... or so Kentucky was expecting. 

As for the easiest battle against the three Space-Time Realm enemies, that was definitely Rean's one.

'Death Style, Three Claws of the Dragon!'

Rean's Black Star was divided into three different projections as they attacked Vladrie's vital points. 

Vladrie pushed his Spatial and Time Powers to the maximum. At the same time, a Red barrier appeared in front of Rean's attacks. 

*Swish, swish, swish!*

However, even with the help of a much higher Control over Time Power to slow down Rean's attacks, Vladire couldn't completely stop Them before they passed through. Rean was basically as strong as Roan, so if Roan fought to a standstill against Qestuve and his Middle Stage cultivation, Rean obviously got it easily against an Initial Stage Vladrie.

Vladrie used that slow to escape Rean's attack but was still slightly hit. This wasn't the first time. Rean held the advantage in this fight from the very start, and the injuries on Vladrie's body only accumulated. He was as relentless as Roan, having learned combat from him. Vladrie was truly thinking about escaping already.

Krutos and Vladrie then looked at Qestuve, the strongest member of their group, only to see him on a heated battle against Roan, with no clear advantage any any of the sides. 'Qestuve, this is not working!' They both yelled through their Divine Senses.

Qestuve, who didn't have the slightest moment to pay attention to anyone else, finally noticed the situation of Vladrie and Krutos. 'Fuck!'