Chapter 1230 - 1230, Second Trial

Chapter 1230, Second Trial

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“Thank you, senior, for your guidance!”

Zhuo Fan bowed to the big man, no longer trying to assess the other’s identity.

The big man walked closer, “Extreme power leads to violence, extreme violence leads to tyranny. Being tyrannical can break anything, even the world, but such a rampage will always come to an end, reaching exhaustion. The exhaustion of power marks the end of the road. Thus, the source of all tyranny is tranquility. Calm as water and relentless like a storm when in action. Once the unrest passes, peace is restored. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Bursts of brutality in a sea of tranquility. The storm always passes, while the breeze is eternal. The true path of tyranny isn’t destruction, but world peace.” Zhuo Fan nodded.

The big man laughed, “Indeed, one’s insight is always better than the ramblings of an old man. This is the proof you passed the trial. Go!”

The big man touched Zhuo Fan’s forehead with two fingers, a prismatic glow flashing for a blink.

Zhuo Fan shuddered, his mind empty as all the insights made his heart grow once more.

“Senior, which way is the second trial?” Zhuo Fan stilled himself and asked.

The big man smirked, grabbed his shoulder and threw him, “Allow me, ha-ha-ha...”

Whoosh!

“Ahhhh!”

As Zhuo Fan’s wailing faded in the distance, the big man nodded, just as an old man appeared behind. This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

He was the same old guy Zhuo Fan met on the Nether Sea shore.

“The Demon Transformation Art didn’t reject it. He has only begun stepping on the path of tyranny, but he did receive it.” The big man sighed.

The old man nodded, “This way, our plan is finally showing hope...”

Boom!

A huge explosion happened above the Nether Sea, causing it to roil.

The two exchanged a glance and turned grave, “A Heavenly Sovereign!”

In the gloom of the seabed, something smashed into a two-meter-tall wooden gate, turning it into splinters.

“Where am I?”

Zhuo Fan stood up, dusting himself off and looked at his surroundings.

Hu~

A black smoke rose, shooting before him, “After all these eons, I finally get to see someone reaching the second trial, ha-ha-ha...”

Zhuo Fan jumped in fright, putting a hundred meters between them. Looking back, he only saw black mist.

“Quite calm, I see.”

The opponent smiled, “You must think the fight’s in the bag. Ha-ha-ha, well I say that everyone ends up losing to themselves. Throughout life, no matter the strength one has, their true opponent is no one but themselves!”

The man’s eyes shone and waved a finger at Zhuo Fan, “Apocalyptic Sword!”

Whoosh!

A black sword wave shot straight for Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan panicked.

[He copied my skills too? The Apocalyptic Sword Art only came to be from the insights in the other five sword arts.]

He only just grasped it. Even if the other was at Sword Sovereign’s level, even he would need time to learn it.

This was impossible.

[One’s sword is built on their insights, how can...]

He had no time to answer all these questions, for the deadly wave was upon him. He extended two fingers and retaliated with the Apocalyptic Sword Art as well.

Bam!

The deadly attacks rumbled the world around them on contact, making the sea boil.

Zhuo Fan staggered back twice, while the other stood still.

“How is that possible?!”

Zhuo Fan gasped, “Isn’t his strength the same as mine? Why did he win that exchange?”

The man snickered, “They say you know yourself best, but you’re the most oblivious of yourself as well. Zhuo Fan, do you still think you can win?”

Zhuo Fan grew grave, his eyes cautious.

His arts were copied, his strength too, but what was worse, he knew him better than himself.

[Winning won’t be easy.]

Zhuo Fan found his greatest opponent.

Whoosh~

The copycat vanished, appearing behind him.

Zhuo Fan was nervous, for the copycat had a golden halo in his right eye.

[Even the Divine Eye of the Void...]

The glow turned into two rings while the left eye flared with the black thunderflame.

[Curses, it’s my Thunderflame Void Annihilation!]

Zhuo Fan was soaked in sweat, his heart racing. He never thought he’d see the day that his invincible skill would be set on him.

The copycat snickered, showing the same cruel gaze he himself used on his enemies...