Chapter 1244 - 196: Is it actually The Unyielding Fortress?! (_2

Chapter 1244: Chapter 196: Is it actually The Unyielding Fortress?! (_2

Such a concentrated power, compressed in an unremarkable slash, Gaer’s fundamental skills are enough to take pride in.

"Can’t hit?!"

But at this moment, he frowned deeply, looking at ’Ian’ with disbelief: "What technique is this?"

"Haha." ’Ian’ laughed, seemingly intending to say something, but at that moment, Gaer closed his eyes.

He shouted angrily, exerting force from his legs, his entire body rushing forward at high speed like an explosive propulsion, while two storm-wrapped blades slashed towards every part of ’Ian’s’ body!

In an instant, the chaotic dance of blades almost enveloped ’Ian’s’ entire body!

—If one slash can’t land, then what about a thousand, ten thousand slashes?!

But the answer was the same.

None of these attacks hit!

"It’s useless, Gaer. Although you are strong, you can never hit me."

Amidst the countless sharp, body-splitting whirlwind of slashes, ’Ian’ stood smiling in place.

He slightly raised his chin, with an almost arrogant attitude, spoke to Gaer, who persisted in his attack: "Because your body and soul fear me, afraid to hurt me."

"Nonsense!" The closed-eyed Gaer shouted angrily, a diagonal slash, with blade shadows transforming into triple layers, swept through the entire 180-degree range in front: "Don’t think just because you look good you can say such things, do you think you’re a Siren or a Succubus!"

But it was useless. Obviously, the blade had covered all areas in front, and with eyes closed, Gaer, fighting by pure element sensing, theoretically couldn’t be deceived by visual errors or illusions.

But after swinging the blade, his heart sank immediately—because, as before, there was no sensation of having hit anything after his strike.

Clearly, his attack once again did not hit the ’fake Ian’ in front of him, and the opponent’s calm words continued to sound.

"The reason for all this has nothing to do with me—Gaer, seriously listen to the voice of your cells and bloodline, have you truly understood how your body feels over these years?"

The haunting voice not only resonated in the atmosphere but also followed the waves of the Subspace Labyrinth, entering the mind and soul: "Those cells crying out in fatigue from harsh training, those muscles formed from unnatural exercises, the source quality circuits smoothed by arduous grinding... this is the result of you tormenting your body for so many years!"

"To become stronger, you’ve tormented your body, to defeat the enemy, you’ve shattered and rebuilt your body—does your body truly desire all this?"

"Look at those weary cells, the bloodline on the brink of collapse, and the speed, power, and swordsmanship obtained by exhausting your body, is this truly what your panting, trembling body desires?"

Standing still, ’Ian’ raised his hands, unmoving, as if to embrace all of Gaer’s attacks, yet not a single one hit ’him’.

"No!" Facing Gaer, who had stopped his blade and was silent, ’he’ declared without hesitation: "Your body and soul are rebelling against you, rejecting you—they already know you’re a terrible master, only by leaving you and submitting to me can they move towards the right direction!"

"That’s why your attacks can never hit me because even you are rejecting such a result!"

At this moment, Gaer indeed felt that every cell in his body was trembling for some reason, even wanting to ’resist’ his control, rejecting his will, opposing his every decision, every attack...

It seemed that what ’Ian’ said was true, his body and cells seemed to develop their own consciousness, rebelling against him, the ’master’—if not for his sufficient strength to suppress it, he would have been overwhelmed by the cell consciousness’s impact just now!

"Bullshit!"

However, Gaer suddenly became furious, pure cyan origin quality started surging on his body surface continually: "Psychic attack is a psychic attack, saying all this mystical stuff to deceive who!"

"You’re indeed impressive, able to influence my soul and cells while obscuring my consciousness, but if that’s all, you better watch out."

"Next slash, don’t die!"

The pure cyan was mixed with blood light, blue and red winds gushed from every pore of Gaer’s body, raging wildly. At this moment, he understood what he had encountered—Sio’s spirit energy didn’t interfere with his soul and nerves but directly influenced the molecular signals of his cell operations, causing his force exertion to deviate and visual distance errors.

This is an extremely sophisticated, even incredible spirit energy! Sio’s spirit energy could actually awaken a person’s ’cell consciousness’ and let ’cell consciousness’ counter ’brain’ and ’soul’, creating an effect nearly equivalent to the greatest challenge of the third power level, ’Voice of the Inner Demon’.

(Indeed worthy of being the Dragon of the Illusionary Realm, the dragon soul of the third power level... if combined with the body of the True Dragon, I really can’t win)

(But that’s what makes it interesting, it’s the reason why I came here!)

At this point, although unable to completely expel Sio’s spirit energy, Gaer already understood her attack pattern, and found a way to counter it.

That is to use pure, wide-range destructive attacks, surpass the limits of spirit energy’s deviation, forcing the opponent to cease this interference!