Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 367: BATTLE IN THE VOID IV

"You are finally getting serious, huh. Finally what I have been dying to see," Aaron smiled broadly, standing still while the attack barreled toward him. His posture remained relaxed, exuding confidence amid the oncoming peril.

He studied the attack calmly, shutting off every distraction around him. The chaotic void faded from his awareness, his focus narrowing to the intricate patterns of the incoming energy.

With his special eyes, Aaron was able to completely analyze the attack, understanding how it was made and formed. The mystic gaze dissected every layer, revealing the underlying mechanics like an open book.

"So that’s how it works, huh," Aaron murmured with a smile, a spark of intrigue lighting his features as insights flooded his mind.

"So many flaws if I must say," Aaron analyzed critically, noting the imperfections in the technique’s structure with a discerning eye.

Aaron raised his hands slowly, destruction element swirling around them like tiny, intricate currents. The energy danced in controlled spirals, building with precise intensity under his command.

Aaron flicked his fingers casually, sending the tiny destruction element hurtling toward Chen Ye’s technique. The minuscule projectile streaked through the void, deceptively small yet brimming with concentrated power.

The destruction element from Aaron reached the attack from Chen Ye, hitting a particular spot which Aaron had identified as the weak spot of the technique.

The tiny currents collided precisely, unraveling the structure with effortless precision, sparks of clashing energies flickering briefly in the chaotic void before fading into nothingness.

"What?" Chen Ye asked in surprise and utter shock, his voice cracking slightly for the first time.

His eyes widened, the obsidian darkness within them reflecting the dissolving remnants of his own power, disbelief etching deep lines across his usually composed features.

His attack dissolved into nothing after being hit by Aaron’s counter, the once-formidable surge of dual qi evaporating like mist under a scorching sun.

The void around it stabilized momentarily, the turbulent lights resuming their erratic dance as if nothing had occurred.

"Your attack wasn’t perfected. So much for someone who is the child of the heavenly demon," Aaron mocked lightly, his tone dripping with casual disdain.

He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Chen Ye’s reaction, the fractured darkness framing his figure like a mocking backdrop.

He stretched his hand outward, the black sphere materializing in his palm with a soft hum of energy.

It pulsed faintly, drawing in the surrounding chaotic streams before morphing seamlessly.

His ego weapon transformed, shifting into the very blade that it had devoured, Dragon Forge.

The sword gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, its edge etched with intricate patterns that seemed to whisper of absorbed power, the hilt fitting perfectly in Aaron’s grasp as if it had always belonged there.

The blade of Chen Wo, Chen Ye’s brother, now wielded by his enemy’s hand.

"You bastard! That’s my brother’s blade. What did you do with it?" Chen Ye demanded out of anger, his voice rising sharply.

His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as raw emotion surged through him, the calm facade shattering like fragile glass under pressure.

For the first time since the battle began, Chen Ye had lost his cool, his obsidian eyes blazing with a mix of fury and grief.

His posture tensed, shoulders rigid, the void’s shifting lights casting harsh shadows across his contorted expression.

"What do you think I will do with a spoil of war? Don’t be stupid, mate," Aaron replied nonchalantly, swinging the blade casually to get comfortable with it.

The sword sliced through the air with a faint whistle, leaving trails of distorted space in its wake, his movements fluid and practiced as he tested its balance.

"Now. Let me show you how good the technique can be if you use it right," Aaron said to Chen Ye, positioning himself exactly the same way Chen Ye had moments before.

He mirrored the stance perfectly, feet planted firmly in the unstable void, his body aligning with an invisible flow of energy.

"Don’t make me laugh. There’s no way you can use the heavenly demon technique. You don’t have a dantian or qi. It’s definitely not possible for you to do that," Chen Ye retorted, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

His arms crossed defensively, skepticism mingling with the anger still simmering in his gaze, the turbulent expanse around them amplifying the tension.

"Fall in line. Not the first to say that about my actions," Aaron responded with a confident smile, undeterred by the doubt.

Due to his mystic eyes, he realized he could use his mana with the right tweaking, especially when he channeled his demonic mana.

The insight came clearly, the eyes glowing faintly as they dissected the requirements, adapting the foreign energy to his own essence seamlessly.

"Heavenly demon technique, falling heavens!" Aaron invoked the technique to the surprise of Chen Ye, his voice steady and commanding.

He merged his demonic aura with the destruction element, creating a more powerful and refined technique compared to Chen Ye’s version.

The energies intertwined like dark serpents, amplifying each other in a symphony of devastation, the void trembling slightly under the burgeoning force.

"Impos... impossible! How did you?" Chen Ye stammered, surprise etched deeply on his face.

His mouth hung open slightly, the obsidian darkness in his eyes flickering as he processed the flawless execution, his body frozen in a moment of pure astonishment.

Perfectly replicated and surpassed was the same technique he had used on Aaron, the blade now humming with enhanced qi that outshone the original in intensity and control.

The attack surged toward Chen Ye, the cultivator standing still in utter disbelief, forgetting the urgency of dodging the attack.

His feet remained rooted, the chaotic lights swirling around him as the oncoming strike filled his vision, time seeming to slow in his dazed state.

"Don’t just stand there like a fool, dodge!" Reign called out from behind, his voice booming with urgent concern.

"Urgh!" Reign groaned deeply, the sword strike bypassing his defense and dealing raw damage to him.

Pain shot through his limbs like fire, his massive frame shuddering from the impact.

His hands were burnt by the sword strike, the skin charring and blistering under the intense heat, causing him to groan in pain.