Chapter 219: Mastering One’s Dao

Chapter 219: Mastering One’s Dao

The old man struck down. Jack jumped to the side. The world resisted his movement, seeking to constrain him, but he used his physical strength to escape.

The ground where he used to stand was destroyed. The mace head landed like a real comet, exploding the stone that made up this halls floor. The red carpet was torn apart. Stone shards flew through the air. The shockwave pushed into Jacks ears and took his breath. His eyes widened.

What kind of power is this!?

There was no way he could block that, whether he had four arms or a hundred. Immortals could control the world around them. All the Dao in the hall was under the old mans influence, helping him while obstructing Jack.

This This was just unfair! How was he supposed to fight with such a disadvantage!?

The old man didnt give him time to think. The mace fell again, and Jack had to retreat. Every strike brought disaster. The hall was torn apart. Craters formed on the ground, cracks on the walls. One column collapsed after being broken in halfthankfully, they seemed unnecessary, as the ceiling could magically support itself.

Jack escaped with all his power as the old man chased him, smashing out unstoppable strikes with every swing like it was nothing. Evading was all Jack could do. Staying to fight would mean instant death. The old man chased him like an angel of steel, destroying everything in his path to get to Jack.

As if that wasnt enough, he was flying! Jack had to run around while the immortal could just glide, attacking from all sorts of angles that Jack wasnt used to.

What can I even do!? he asked in panic, leaping away from a strike that broke the ground under his feet. He landed on the side of a column and pushed away just in time to avoid the mace that shattered it. He tumbled on the ground, pressed against the throne, jumped on the ceiling, then back down.

The old man was always there, just a step behind. His strength was extreme, but his speed was only on par with Jacks, letting him just barely escape every time.

Is running all you can do? the old man taunted as he gave chase. The entrance is right there. Escape if you want to live! Give up!

A fire burned in Jacks heart. He would not escape. He would not give up. He would defeat this immortal and chase the very peak of power.

But how?

Mid-running, he wrung his brain dry to come up with a solution. He considered all the information he had. There had to be something he could do, some way to combat this domain of steel that the old man had unraveled.

Suddenly, a realization lit up in his brain. As he activated the aura, the old man had said, Adapt or die!

What did that mean? How was Jack supposed to adapt?

The mace fell next to his head, interrupting Jacks thoughts. The shockwave of the attack flung him into the far wall, but he also expelled part of his Dao mid-flight to accelerate himself. After all, he couldnt fly. If the old man caught up mid-air, it was over. The faster he reached a surface, any surface, the safer he would be.

As Jack expelled his Dao, the domain assimilated it. He saw the process clearly. His purple aurathe Dao of the Fistcould only resist for a few seconds as all the surrounding Dao took on a steely hue and bore down at it. In the end, surrounded by enemies on all sides, that small amount of his Dao was defeated and assimilated.

Fireworks went off in Jacks brain. In that fraction of a second, he realized what he had to do.

The moment he landed, a purple aura flared around his body. It was nothing compared to the old mans domainjust a candle before the sun. And yet, it was his candle. It defined an area where the Dao of the Mace couldnt reach. A pocket of freedom in the old mans domain.

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Of course, this wasnt easy to do. Mortals couldnt control their Dao outside their bodies, just expel it. In contrast, the old man clearly could. His Dao Domain constantly ground against Jacks aura, reducing and destroying it as it tried to reach his body. It was like using snow armor to protect himself in a burning oven.

The old man was spiked downward, but Jack wouldnt let him escape this time. He used his fourth hand to grab onto the armors edge, pulled along by the power of his own strike. They crossed the room together and smashed hard into the floor, cracking it even further. Jack gasped. His entire body was protesting from lack of energy, but he didnt back down. He had no time to.

The old man remained conscious. He pushed Jack, flying to stand opposite Jack, roared, and smashed out. Jack used his trump cardGhost Step. This skill wasnt a Dao-imbued one, so it wasnt too useful lately. At Jacks current level, three or nine feet was nothing.

However, when kept as a hidden ace, it was perfect for exchanges like this.

The old mans mace sailed through empty air as Jack appeared behind him, smashing a full-power Meteor Punch into the back of his helmet. The old mans head rocked. Somehow, his neck didnt break. He didnt fall unconscious, either. He absorbed the strike and followed the momentum of his previous attack, swinging around himself to attack Jack, who had just struck out and was in no position to dodge. He was forced to meet the strike head-on.

The old man noticed this. Suddenly, his eyes shone silver. The entire Dao Domain retreated instantly, diving into the mace head, which shone brilliantly like a silver moon. An ocean of power pulsed in that mace. This strike clearly contained all the remaining power of the old man, and Jack had no option but to face it.

FALLING STAR! the old man shouted, his mustache marred with blood. This was clearly his strongest attack.

However, even though it was his best attacking skill, his actual power had decreased since the start of the fight. He was heavily injured, and he had just extinguished his own domain. The strength he could channel was limitedat best, this strike reached the ones hed used when he first activated his domain.

Jack felt time slow down. He realized he had no choice. Dodging was not an option, as he was unbalanced. There was only one thing he could do.

Attack.

There was relief in that realization. Glee. His entire being was aligned. His soul was one piece.

Jack readied all four of his punches. Purple flared brightly on all of them, more than ever before. He could sense that this would be the final blow. They were both going all-out. He poured every scrap of energy he could muster into his fists, dividing it equally, birthing four meteors that burned through the air and blazed through the Dao.

Since the domain was gone, these meteors werent weakened. Color and sound fell into them like they were black holes. The air screamed as it was ripped apart. Before this meteor, before this punch, nothing could survive.

And Jack had four of them.

All four punches smashed forward at once. His Dao flared like a brilliant purple sun.

In the singular spot between the two opponents, all four punches met the glowing silver mace at the same time. Both Jack and the old man roared in defiance.

The explosion was blinding and deafening. Jack felt his world burn. His bare chest was seared from the heat. He thought he had died.

A moment passed in which hed lost all his senses.

When his vision recovered, he saw a silver mace flying alone through the air to land against the far wall. He saw the old man before him stare incredulously as his entire hand was missing, disintegrated from the massive explosion. Jacks hands were absolutely mangled, too, but he was used to it by now. They would recover.

Belatedly, he realized that the floor was black under their feet, and a large black X was seared against the ground, stretching from their location in the middle of the room to each of its cornersit was the outline of the two-pronged explosion. However, the lines were far wider on his opponents side of the room. Most of the energy had been pushed that way. Jack had won the exchange.

He raised his eyes to see the old man toppling to the ground. He lay there, limbs spread out and head facing the ceiling, unable to move. Only then did the mace land on the floor, far away.

Jack could barely stay standing. The pain was impossible. So was the exhaustion.

But all those were overshadowed by the realization of one, simple fact: He had won.