Langdon suddenly erupted with explosive power, his figure vanishing instantly from where he stood, charging at Eli at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Eli''s gaze remained calm, standing firmly like a rock.
However, this time, the pressure Eli felt was far greater than before.
He used his palm to redirect Langdon''s attack to the side, his movements agile and supple.
Yet, just as he deflected this strike, Langdon''s other fist was already hurtling toward his abdomen.
Eli immediately raised his knee to block the deadly blow with his leg.
The force of the collision caused his body to tremble slightly, and a suffocating pressure spread across his chest.
Langdon abruptly delivered a downward chop, but Eli quickly sidestepped to evade, countering with an elbow strike aimed at Langdon''s side.
Langdon''s reflexes were equally sharp; he instinctively raised his arm, forcefully blocking the strike.
Without hesitation, Langdon drove his knee straight toward Eli''s abdomen.
Eli swiftly lowered his center of gravity, gently pushing the knee strike aside with his hands.
Langdon, undeterred, rotated his body and launched an elbow strike toward Eli''s shoulder.
Eli''s right hand slashed like a blade toward Langdon''s wrist, instantly neutralizing the force of the elbow strike.
Langdon followed up with a horizontal kick, his leg sweeping like a steel whip, producing a sharp whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
Eli crossed his arms to intercept the kick. Though he managed to block it, the sheer impact forced him to take several steps back.
The ground beneath his feet cracked with a resounding crash, scattering debris in all directions.
There was no time to catch a breath as Langdon''s attacks poured down like a torrential rain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The thunderous sounds of fists and kicks colliding echoed through the air, sending shockwaves that splashed the dirty water on the ground in all directions.
Eli could feel his own attack efficiency rapidly decreasing.
Langdon''s strikes were no longer the wild and chaotic assaults from before; now, they were infused with precise combat techniques.
Every punch, every claw strike carried a rhythm of precision, perfectly blending his strength and speed.
Despite facing unprecedented pressure, Eli responded with steady composure.
With every counterstrike, he searched for an opening, trying to channel his spiritual energy into Langdon''s body again to weaken the cold beast-like nature within.
But Langdon''s figure moved like a phantom, with his combat instincts and techniques working together seamlessly, leaving Eli almost no openings.
"Buzz—"
With the clash of fists and feet, invisible vibrations echoed through the air, and spiritual energy rapidly spread.
Langdon''s mental assaults followed immediately, never pausing for even a second, each strike like a launched cannonball shooting toward Eli.
Eli remained unfazed, defending against both Langdon''s physical attacks and the unceasing spiritual strikes.
Langdon launched a vicious sweeping kick.
Eli swiftly leaped back, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a twisted force invading his mind.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
This spiritual pollution was like a corrosive venom, surging toward the depths of his thoughts, attempting to drag him into madness and chaos.
Eli adjusted his breathing while keeping the pollution blocked outside his consciousness.
Seizing the moment, Langdon''s fist came crashing down like a massive hammer aimed at Eli''s shoulder!
Eli tried to dodge but was already too late. He could only use his elbow to deflect the force of the blow.
Immediately, the ground beneath them cracked apart, scattering debris in all directions.
"Whoosh—"
Eli took a deep breath, his eyes briefly closing.
Immediately, his spiritual perception spread out like an invisible net, enveloping Langdon''s every movement.
The moment Eli closed his eyes, Langdon launched another attack toward him.
Eli offered no words, only more resolute actions as he focused on finding an opportunity to counter.
"Smack—!"
After a heavy blow, Langdon''s movements paused momentarily.
Before Eli could catch his breath, an overwhelming sense of pressure suddenly emanated from Langdon''s direction.
That pressure was like an impending storm, filled with a destructive aura.
Langdon''s cold eyes fixed on Eli, his expression devoid of madness, replaced instead by absolute ruthlessness.
His gaze was like an abyss, brimming with a chilling killing intent that seemed to shake the soul.
Eli''s eyes snapped open, his pupils slightly contracting—he knew Langdon was gathering energy bullets.
Without a moment''s hesitation, Eli immediately mobilized his spiritual energy, transforming it into axe after axe, slashing toward Langdon.
At the same time, Eli dashed toward Langdon, each step as swift as lightning, determined to interrupt him before the energy bullets could fully form.
Langdon''s eyes glowed with a cold light as he strained to withstand Eli''s mental assaults.
"Bang!"
Eli stomped the ground forcefully and launched a fierce punch, his right fist aimed directly at Langdon''s chest.
The fist wind roared forward, and the air vibrated intensely with its sheer force.
However, Langdon reacted with lightning speed, shifting his body slightly to avoid Eli''s punch.
Immediately after, Langdon executed a quick backward leap, instantly creating distance between himself and Eli.
In that split second, Langdon''s nine energy bullets rapidly took shape.
Unlike the previous blood-red energy bullets, these were semi-transparent, exuding an eerie aura.
Gone was the hum that accompanied the earlier blood-red bullets—these semi-transparent bullets were unnervingly silent.
The nine energy bullets spun at high speed, orbiting around Langdon like the scythe of a grim reaper, emanating an oppressive sense of dread.
Originally, Langdon had intended to form fifteen energy bullets, but Eli''s interference had drastically reduced their number.
Suddenly, the nine energy bullets shot toward Eli like bolts of lightning, leaving no sound in their wake.
At this critical moment, Eli''s world slowed to an extreme, as if everything in his vision had been decelerated several times over.
The trajectories of the nine energy projectiles were clearly visible, trailing long streaks as they cut through the air.
Eli frowned, glancing around, and he could distinctly see every detail of his surroundings.
The trajectory of every droplet of water, the drifting of every speck of dust, all became vividly lifelike in that moment.
Time seemed to stretch, and his perception expanded within this slowed reality, capturing every possible detail.
No piercing noise filled his ears, only the sound of his own breathing and the rapid pounding of his heart echoing in his chest.
Eli refocused his gaze on the energy projectiles flying toward him.
Although the trajectories of the energy projectiles appeared slowed in his vision, Eli could still feel their swiftness and menace.
They were flexible and unpredictable; even the slightest mistake could result in being struck, requiring intuition and perception to predict the trajectories of the energy projectiles.
Every decision felt guided by an indescribable intuition, the intense sense of crisis urging him to act.
Within milliseconds, Eli’s body began to respond.
His knees bent slightly, his core muscles tightened like a coiled spring, and his body swayed with the suppleness of a willow, dodging the first energy projectile.
Next, his upper body twisted with extreme agility, allowing the second energy projectile to graze past his shoulder.
The third, the fourth—each of Eli’s evasive maneuvers seemed pre-calculated, precise, and graceful.
After dodging the fourth energy projectile, Eli no longer continued merely evading.
His hands moved lightly, as if guiding the remaining five energy projectiles with an invisible force.
Under his subtle direction, their trajectories began to shift slightly, as though enveloped by an unseen vortex.
Meanwhile, Eli’s spiritual power surged into the eighth and ninth energy projectiles.
His spiritual power pierced into them like a blade, severing Langdon’s control over the two projectiles in an instant.
The energy projectiles faltered slightly in mid-air, their glow dimming, and in the next moment, they were completely under Eli’s control.
Having gained command of these two energy projectiles, Eli wasted no time arming them with his own spiritual power.
The projectiles’ color immediately shifted from semi-transparent to a deep, eerie blue, emanating a chilling aura like the night sky.
Without pause, Eli manipulated the two energy projectiles, sending them on a bizarre trajectory toward the other projectiles.
The blue energy projectiles moved erratically—sometimes at high speed, sometimes making sharp, sudden turns—leaving the eye struggling to follow.
Under the interception of the two deep-blue energy projectiles, two other energy projectiles were struck in succession, erupting in intense flashes of light.
“Boom—Boom!”
The collisions of the four energy projectiles unleashed violent explosions.
The shockwaves rippled outward, scattering debris in all directions, as if the entire space were trembling.