"Catch the spear!"
The Devourer shouted, and an ancient-looking spear dropped down—one Shen Luohan had prepared in advance. Shen Wulong hadn't taken it before coming, but fortunately, he'd had the foresight to store it in his spatial storage.
Given Gusion's current state, he looked to be in bad shape. The Devourer felt if Shen Wulong kept fighting barehanded, he might really lose.
As the spear fell, Gusion didn't stop it and allowed Shen Wulong to catch it.
Shen Wulong caught the spear and casually struck a pose, yet exuded the aura of a grandmaster.
Looking at the demonic Gusion, his voice grew excited: "You're so strong... what is this feeling?"
"That's why I said you're pitiful—you don't even realize you're excited. Isn't this what you've always sought? A fight between evenly matched opponents."
Gusion grinned, revealing sharp white teeth. "Come, enjoy this peak showdown."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his blade in an Iaido stance—the fastest slash of his life, combining power and technique into a single, pinnacle strike.
A purple-black blade cut through the air, aiming at the immortal before him.
A dark red spear thrust forward—every move and every stance flowed with ancient spear techniques: Azure Dragon Spear!
Ding—!
The sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying where spear tip met blade. Shen Wulong, surprisingly, struck first, blocking Gusion's blade before his slash could fully swing down.
What vision, what technique! He lived up to his ten thousand years of martial arts practice, and met his opponent's expectations.
The two shifted and danced, Shen Wulong's spear moving in seamless circles, its swings impenetrably dense, interspersed with thrusts like an azure dragon poking its head out, sweeps like a divine dragon's tail.
Each move seemed to flow naturally. Despite his frail body, he suppressed Gusion for a time, making Gusion's blade unable to touch him.
The two darted at high speed in their duel, like a cyclone tearing through the street—power poles snapped, cars shattered, walls collapsed wherever they passed.
This was the pinnacle of martial arts measured in speed—a clash between an immortal and a brute.
"Crazy… No wonder the old man called him an immortal," said Raian, just coming upstairs and stunned by the scene.
Though he didn't want to admit it, Gusion and Shen Wulong's fight had left the realm of humans—speed, power, technique, all far beyond human comprehension.
They already had superhuman strength, and now their skills exploded with geometric power.
No one could interfere; this street had become a dead zone. Anyone daring to step into their battlefield would only find death.
"Such unmatched technique…"
Gusion spoke mid-battle, his expression wild. He hadn't enjoyed a fight like this in ages.
He admired Shen Wulong's skill. In his Demon God state, his reaction speed was even further enhanced—he could see all of Shen Wulong's movements, the way he generated power, the flow of his spear techniques.
Because of this, he was in awe of his opponent's mastery.
His master once said: "A month to master the staff, a year for the blade, but a lifetime for the spear." The spear is the weapon that needs the most time to hone—so just how terrifying was Shen Wulong's spear after ten thousand years?
By Gusion's estimate, Shen Wulong's overall stats were around 22 points—much lower than his own current stats—yet he could block all of Gusion's attacks and even counterattack. His technique was absurdly strong…but this only made Gusion more excited.
His own martial arts talent had been called a once-in-a-millennium genius by his master; in ancient times, he would have been the martial world's leader. He didn't really understand what that meant, but he did have the ability to quickly master all kinds of martial arts.
Shen Wulong was like a vast treasure. Every move he made nourished Gusion like a sponge—Gusion was both adapting to and learning from his opponent.
Hand-to-hand, deflecting force, spearwork, movement techniques… All kinds of skills rapidly improved during this brief exchange.
The fight was so intense and spectacular that even Raian forgot about attacking the Devourer, instead staring at the duel below.
The Devourer didn't try to flee or attack Raian, either. He knew his fate was now tied to Shen Wulong—now that he'd revealed himself, the Kure clan would surely hunt him down. Even if he tried to run, he'd never be able to hide again.
Besides, the Adjudicator also had tracking abilities—once he'd shown his face, he'd be hunted forever.
All he could do was pray Shen Wulong would quickly kill Gusion, and then wipe out the Kure clan. Then his journey in this world would be complete.
Boom—!
With a thunderous crash, Gusion and Shen Wulong were sent flying in opposite directions—one slammed into a wall, the other hit a traffic light.
Gusion emerged from the rubble, twisted his neck, and bared his bloodstained teeth. As he stepped forward, his internal injuries healed, and the bleeding gashes from the spear faded before his eyes.
Kaido's healing came in handy in this fight. In Demon God mode, he lost blood more easily—without this, he'd have collapsed in three minutes.
"Though I'd love to keep learning from you, my body can't take much more…"
Gusion sighed. The fierce back-and-forth had lasted seven minutes, ravaging the street, but still no victor.
Shen Wulong's technique was flawless. He controlled the flow of power, neutralizing every one of Gusion's strikes—even using Gusion's own force to spin his spear and strike back.
"Such a pity—this is your limit?"
Shen Wulong stood beneath the traffic light, his tone regretful but his expression ecstatic, smiling with satisfaction.
"Even you show that look—have you remembered what it's like to be human?"
Gusion smiled. "Fighting a worthy rival feels good, right?"
"Good? Maybe. I just feel like nothing else matters anymore—all those annoying voices, gone from my mind."
At the start of the fight, he'd heard Shen Luohan's voice urging him to use firearms to end Gusion.
But now he didn't care—his mind was clear.
Rather embarrassingly, he wasn't even thinking about avenging Xia Yan. He just purely enjoyed this fight, wanting to defeat this strong opponent with his own martial arts.
"Come, show me your ten thousand years of martial arts—while I…"
Gusion lowered his stance, his aura becoming even more violent. "…will show you my peak."
"You… acknowledge my martial arts, then."
Shen Wulong smiled and took up his spear. "Come on!"
The next instant, the lamp post behind Shen Wulong toppled, rubble flew behind Gusion, and both charged at each other at top speed.
Shen Wulong moved like an immortal walking on the moon, light and ethereal. His spear spun as if part of his body, driving wind and flame around it.
The spear lashed out like a roaring fire dragon!
Gusion's muscles bulged as he sprinted, skin splitting with bloody lines, bones creaking under the strain.
Demon God mode fully unleashed—his power stat had reached the peak of a first-tier Explorer!
He was thrilled—to face such a strong foe—but also a bit regretful, that he couldn't enjoy this duel longer.
What happens when the ultimate technique meets overwhelming strength?
The street cracked, stones flying like blooming water lilies.
The immortal's spear pointed the way; the asura's blade severed the soul!
At the very limit of speed, Gusion was just a step faster. Shen Wulong failed to catch the weak point in Gusion's slash, and the blade landed squarely on the middle of the spear.
The black blade, carrying unmatched sharpness and violence, pressed down. The strike was so fast Shen Wulong couldn't redirect the force, so heavy it felt like a heavy mountain pressing down.
Technique and stats—the winner was decided. The blade fell.
Blood soared skyward, accompanied by a smiling head.
As they passed each other, Gusion staggered, coughed up blood—the strain of Demon God mode nearly wrecked his body.
But at last, the fight had a winner—he had slain this world's strongest.
He glanced at Shen Wulong's corpse. "In the very end, you truly were a strong one. I acknowledge your martial arts."