FWF Chapter 1716 Death Wind Burial Sword!
Chapter 1716 Death Wind Burial Sword!
Max lowered his gaze slightly and looked at the sparks bursting across his body.
His smile did not disappear.
Instead, it became a little sharper.
"Not bad," he said calmly.
The elven woman's eyes flashed.
Those two words were enough for her to understand one thing.
Even after she had tapped into her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept, Max still had not taken out his true strength.
Her grip on the sword tightened.
The death wind around her became even more violent.
Then she stepped forward, and the entire arena seemed to move with her.
In the next instant, her figure turned into a streak of gray-green light and rushed toward Max, while the countless blades of Death Wind followed behind her like a storm of swords released from the depths of a death zone.
"Good."
Max laughed lightly when he saw the elven woman finally release her full strength, and at that moment, the faint bias he had felt toward her because of her race slowly disappeared from his mind, because once she stood before him with her sword drawn, her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept raging around her, and her entire aura pushed to its limit, she was no longer merely an elf in his eyes.
She was an opponent. She was someone strong enough to make him move beyond casual punches and simple defense. She was someone who could give him a proper battle, and that alone was enough to make the blood inside his body stir with excitement.
Max clenched his right fist.
The instant his fingers tightened, brilliant star-like energy began gathering around his knuckles, and specks of dazzling light appeared one after another, circling his fist as if tiny stars had been born around his hand.
The radiance was beautiful, almost dreamlike, but the power hidden within it was anything but gentle. It was heavy, vast, and explosive, carrying the feeling of condensed celestial force that could crush anything standing before it.
Star Fist was a third tier Divine Ability that allowed Max to gather the power of ten stars into his fist.
At first glance, that sounded simple.
It sounded like nothing more than a direct offensive ability.
But Max knew better than anyone that Star Fist was far from ordinary, because even with the strength of his current body, even with his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline evolved to its peak, and even with his terrifying physique, he could only endure the power of seven stars without destroying himself.
He had once tried to push the power to eight stars, and that attempt had almost broken his body from the inside out. The burden of each additional star was not a simple increase. It was a terrifying leap, as if every star added another mountain of pressure onto his flesh, bones, meridians, and bloodline.
And the most absurd part was that Star Fist was only a third tier Divine Ability.
Whenever Max thought about this, even he could not help wondering just how monstrous a fifth tier Divine Ability would be. If a third tier ability already had this kind of destructive potential, then a fifth tier ability might possess power that could overturn entire battlefields or even crush worlds under the right conditions.
But now was not the time to think about that.
Max directly poured the power of five stars into his right fist.
The radiance around his hand erupted at once, and five brilliant star marks appeared faintly within the glow, each one spinning like a miniature celestial body. The light from his fist illuminated the ruined arena, pushing back the gray-green aura of Death Wind and causing the surrounding participants to feel as if a starry sky had suddenly descended into the Combat Hall.
At the same time, Max also activated the power of one thousand Draconic Essences.
Boom!
A monstrous strength awakened inside his body.
It was as if one thousand ancient dragons had opened their eyes within his flesh at the same time. His muscles tightened, his blood roared, his bones released low cracking sounds, and the black dragon scales covering his body began to shine with a deeper and more terrifying luster.
Waves of tyrannical draconic power surged through him, flowing into his limbs like molten divine iron, and the moment that power fused with the five-star force gathered in his fist, the entire arena began trembling violently.
Max did not use all five thousand of his Draconic Essences.
He knew that would be too much.
Even now, with the elven woman unleashing her strongest state, he did not believe she could survive if he combined the full strength of five thousand Draconic Essences with Star Fist. One thousand was enough. More than enough.
The elven woman felt the monstrous power rising from Max, and for the first time since she entered the arena, a trace of true danger appeared in her eyes.
That power was too heavy.
It did not feel like the strength of a human. It felt like a dragon had taken human form, wrapped its fist in starlight, and was now preparing to smash the world apart with one punch.
The pressure coming from Max forced the Death Wind around her to shake violently, and the countless blades of gray-green wind that had been cutting through the arena began to twist and break apart before his fist had even moved.
The elven woman understood at once.
If she held anything back now, she would lose without even leaving a mark behind.
Her eyes became completely calm.
She raised her sword with both hands, and the Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept around her surged toward the blade in a furious torrent. Endless strands of gray-green wind gathered from all directions, twisting around the sword like dying spirits trapped inside a storm.
The sword trembled violently, and the pale silver blade was soon covered in dense patterns of death wind, making it look less like a weapon and more like the core of an approaching calamity.
"Death Wind Burial Sword."
Her voice was soft, but the moment she spoke those words, the air inside the arena seemed to die.
All sound vanished for an instant.
Then the wind screamed.
The elven woman stepped forward and slashed down with every bit of strength she possessed. The sword light that erupted from her blade was massive, gray-green, and terrifyingly sharp, carrying both the pure cutting power of her elven sword art and the destructive erosion of her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept.
Wherever the sword light passed, the arena floor did not simply crack. It decayed. The stones lost their color, turned brittle, and were then torn into dust by the storm wrapped around the attack.
The sword light came forward like a river of deathly wind, swallowing everything in its path, and its aura was so dreadful that many participants outside the arena felt their hearts tighten.
Even the demons fell silent.
Even the humans stopped breathing.
Even the elves looked tense.
This was no ordinary strike.
This was the strongest attack of an elven genius who had survived Death Valley, comprehended Death Wind, and stepped onto a Pseudo Cosmic Path. It carried her sword, her element, her concept, her will, and every ounce of strength she could pour into one decisive attack.
For a moment, it seemed as if a part of Death Valley itself had been summoned into the arena, and the entire battlefield was about to be buried under its wind.