Read Novel Full Chapter 740 - 46: Rules vs. Rules!
Chapter 740: Chapter 46: Rules vs. Rules!
The battle was on the verge of breaking out!
Faced with the tempest of death and flames, a trace of ferocity flashed in Cyrus’s eyes, and he snorted coldly, casually waving his hand. Instantly, a pitch-black barrier, so concentrated that it seemed to absorb all light, appeared in front of him.
"Boom——!"
The flaming tornado clashed brutally with the black barrier! Contrary to expectations of a catastrophic explosion, it was a deeper, rule-level mutual erosion and annihilation! The flames attempted to incinerate death, while death sought to freeze the flames. At the collision point, the forcibly blended rule powers twisted and entwined wildly, eventually transforming into a chaotic energy turbulence and a sky-reaching sea of flames, casting a flickering light over a vast area.
Cyrus stood unscathed behind the energy turbulence, a trace of a contemptuous smile emerging on his face, opening his mouth to speak:
"Ignorant fools..."
"Whoosh——!"
However, his mocking words were abruptly interrupted by an incredibly sharp wind-breaking sound!
An indistinct figure, disregarding the still raging energy turbulence and seas of fire ahead, surrounded by a death storm under its control, like a blade ripping through space, instantly pierced through layers of obstacles, boldly appearing right before Cyrus’s black barrier!
It was Lynch! He held aloft the burning Ifrid’s Sword in both hands, its blade condensed with highly compressed Death Rule and Flame Divine Power, fiercely slashing down on the barrier that had just endured the tornado’s onslaught!
"Creak—Crash! Boom!"
This time, it was not an erosion of rules, but a more pure rule shock that broke through surfaces at a point! The "sturdy" and "indestructible" rule definitions at the point of slash on the barrier were forcibly twisted and overridden! Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound and subsequent energy roar, the black barrier shattered like broken glass!
The Ifrid’s Sword, imbued with dual rule powers, continued its momentum, carrying the will to annihilate everything, and furiously chopped down towards Cyrus behind the barrier!
In the nick of time, Cyrus’s figure abruptly became blurry, as if merging into the surrounding rules, and with a flicker, he disappeared from the original spot, letting the lethal sword slash fall just short. The keen sword wind even left a slight black crack in the space where he had stood.
However, Lynch’s offensive surged like a relentless tide! Almost at the same instant Cyrus vanished, he was already in pursuit, enveloped in a storm, turning into an afterimage, heading straight for the position where Cyrus reappeared post-teleportation!
These two strong men, temporarily wielding rule powers through arrays, unfolded a real rule-based battle over the Broken Chapel enclosed by a barrier!
Meanwhile, Philis, Sophia, Vanilla, and other Domain Wizards had long retreated hundreds of meters away, watching this duel that transcended their current level from afar.
The spectators were all gawking in shock at the two figures in the sky, constantly flashing and colliding.
"Is this... a rule-level battle?"
"Direct collision of rules... It’s unbelievable!"
"What a powerful essence of strength..."
In fact, due to the strong rule suppression of the 95th Floor of the Lost Tower, the spectacle of Lynch and Cyrus’s battle was far less cataclysmic than when Domain Wizards went all-out in the outside world.
The energy explosion’s range barely covered a few hundreds of meters, which, for Domain Wizards accustomed to scenes of mountains collapsing and rivers reversing, was "miniature."
What truly shocked them was not the range of energy coverage but the essence of strength embedded in the confrontation—rules!
They could clearly perceive that every action Lynch and Cyrus took, whether it was a simple sword strike or a seemingly ordinary elemental burst, inherently involved interference and modification of the world’s underlying rules.
The battle between them was purely a clash and contest of rules. They constantly modified and twisted the rule definitions in their attacks towards each other, while in a moment, constructing new, more threatening rules for counterattacks.
Whether "fire" was redefined as "ice," or "space imprisonment" was overridden as "space teleportation," all were accomplished in the blink of an eye.
This extreme control and exquisite confrontation, hearing thunder in silence and seeing the true Chapter in fine detail, and the enactment of cosmic law evolution and change within a square inch, was an immensely attractive, unlimitedly wise and mysterious grand symphony for these Wizards still exploring at the Domain Level, yearning to glimpse the thresholds of rules!
Marvelous and utterly captivating! They were enraptured, their spirits stirred.
With successive clashes at the rule level, violent energy turbulence continuously exploded and extinguished in the air. The two figures flickered, intertwining, with every collision causing the surrounding space to slightly tremble.
However, as Cyrus anticipated, both sides were at a completely equal level of power amplified by the Same Origin Array. The rule modifications and confrontations formed a delicate balance, with neither able to truly overcome the other.
Once again swinging his hand to form a twisted Force Field Barrier, forcibly deflecting one of Lynch’s Sword Qi imbued with "Space Tear" rules, the composure on Cyrus’s face gradually turned to a trace of irritation. He leveraged the force to float back several dozen meters, creating some distance, and growled impatiently:
"Enough! How long are we going to continue this meaningless entanglement? Until the world’s end?!"
His scarlet eyes swept over Lynch, attempting to use reality to persuade: "Both you and I know we rely on external forces, the energy’s source is identical, the intensity comparable! It’s inherently difficult to determine life and death at the rule level, especially in our situation. Continuing this fight will result in nothing but a waste of valuable time and power; is there any other outcome?"
He paused, abruptly changing the subject, his gaze drifting to the other Domain Wizards watching nervously from afar, with a clear hint of allure in his voice:
"Kid, your purpose for coming here is nothing more than to obtain the ’Lost Fruit’ from that tree. So why not be smarter about it?"
He lowered his voice like a snake spitting venom: "Let’s join forces, eliminate those annoying pests below together! Then, the fruit on the tree will be ours to split! How about it? That’s the choice that best aligns with our interests!"
At these words, the faces of those watching from afar—Philis, Alex, Sophia, and others—changed drastically! Cyrus’s move was undoubtedly an attempt to divide and conquer. Should Lynch waver, they, being Domain Wizards not in their best state, would face annihilation with absolutely no chance of survival against the joint assault by two beings of "rule" level!
Only those who knew Lynch well, like Vanilla and Space, although tensed, remained relatively composed, confident in Lynch’s decision.
Sure enough, at these words, Lynch merely shrugged indifferently, a blatant mockery on his face:
"Not that great."
He snorted, his gaze sweeping over the towering Lost Fruit Tree, "If I eliminate you, wouldn’t the remaining Lost Fruit be mine to distribute? Why go through the trouble of sharing with you?"
Cyrus was thoroughly infuriated by this straightforward rejection and disdain, veins throbbing on his forehead: "Do you really intend to stubbornly fight me to the end?! What good does that do you?!"
Lynch, however, did not get angry; instead, he tilted his chin, a gleam of sharp insight flashing in his gray eyes, speaking with deep meaning:
"Fight to the end? Perhaps. However..."
He deliberately extended his tone, his voice carrying a serene composure of controlling the rhythm, "I am the Rule; there’s no doubt about that. As for you..."
"That’s not so certain!"
Cyrus was stunned upon hearing this, unable to immediately grasp the hidden meaning in Lynch’s sudden words.
Yet, in that very moment of stupefaction, a warning surged into his consciousness from the depths of his soul, tightly linked to the array beneath his feet! It felt like something crucial was slipping out of control!
His face suddenly underwent a drastic change. Almost instinctively, he snapped his head downward, looking toward the core of the restrictive floral terrain—the direction of the Pseudo-rule Grafting Array’s array eye!
At the same time, a faint yet persistent ticking sound, like the operation of precise machinery, penetrated through the aftermath of rule collisions in the air, vaguely making its way into his ears.
By that peculiar drooping petal, serving as the array eye, three crudely designed yet precise and rapidly moving Alchemy Puppets had appeared unbeknownst to anyone! They were encircling the array eye, their arms transformed into various strange tools, efficiently dismantling, modifying, and even... sabotaging the intricate array diagrams!
Their work had evidently been underway for a short period, with the glow of numerous runes around the array eye dimming and becoming chaotic at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Cyrus’s pupils contracted to the size of a needle’s point, an infinite surge of shock and anger mingled with a hint of panic engulfing his mind!
It turned out that Lynch’s target from the very start was not to defeat him on the rule level, but to sever the root of his power!