Versus

The East Extreme Demon Lord no longer had his seat, yet he remained in a sitting posture, as if looking down on Lin Xuan.

Even though Lin Xuan was now displaying formidable power, it made no difference.

To the East Extreme Demon Lord, Lin Xuan seemed nothing more than an insignificant challenger.

Lin Xuan wouldn’t get angry over being underestimated—he would prove himself with strength.

If the East Extreme Demon Lord lost his life due to carelessness, Lin Xuan would mercilessly mock him in return.

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan launched his attack.

Thanks to some cultivation methods inherited from an immortal, all of Lin Xuan’s attributes had been enhanced.

His cultivation had recently reached the peak of the Cave Void Realm, and with the immortal’s legacy, the Great Ascension Realm wasn’t far off.

The East Extreme Demon Lord casually blocked every one of Lin Xuan’s strikes—still sitting down.

No matter how Lin Xuan attacked, each blow was effortlessly deflected.

Seeing no effect, Lin Xuan flipped backward, landing firmly before gathering power into his right fist.

"Immortal Art—Eight Extremes Collapse!"

His fist tore through the air with a howling gale, carrying an overwhelming, indomitable force.

The attack was relentless, as if it could effortlessly obliterate any obstacle in its path.

Liu Ya, watching from the side, gaped in astonishment. She had known Lin Xuan was strong, but this was beyond her expectations.

Perhaps this time, he really could kill the East Extreme Demon Lord.

Liu Ya was filled with hope.

Yet, the East Extreme Demon Lord blocked the devastating strike with a single palm.

Useless.

"You can hit harder. I can take it," the East Extreme Demon Lord taunted.

Lin Xuan frowned. He hadn’t expected this attack to fail to even push the demon back.

But he still had follow-ups. Retracting his right fist, he struck with his left—this time with even greater force.

Yet the East Extreme Demon Lord didn’t even switch hands before blocking it.

Then, with a single kick, he sent Lin Xuan flying, denying him any chance to counterattack.

The East Extreme Demon Lord finally stood. "Fine, I’ll play with you."

His tone remained as lazy as ever.

Lin Xuan braced himself. If he had absolute confidence, he wouldn’t have held back so many techniques.

But he wasn’t the type to obsess over certainty—if an opportunity arose, he would seize it, even if victory wasn’t guaranteed.

Lin Xuan charged again.

Soon, the two clashed, exchanging countless techniques.

The battle ignited Lin Xuan’s fighting spirit. To him, every duel with a master was invaluable experience.

Of course, he wouldn’t hold back against someone who needed to die.

But to the East Extreme Demon Lord, this level of strength was still lacking.

With a single strike, he sent Lin Xuan flying once more.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

The demon’s voice dripped with disdain.

Lin Xuan smirked, then rose to his feet, his expression sharpening. Surging spiritual energy condensed into intricate ornaments that swirled around him.

Even his hair seemed to flow with newfound vigor.

This partial transformation boosted his power significantly.

"Round two. Let’s go."

Lin Xuan wasn’t ready to admit defeat—he still had fight left in him.

Liu Ya watched, her heart pounding. Just how strong was this Lin Xuan? Since when had such a prodigy existed outside their knowledge?

Even as a former genius herself, Liu Ya felt inferior. And Lin Xuan was clearly younger than her.

This might actually work. He could kill the East Extreme Demon Lord.

Liu Ya was ecstatic.

Su Luo observed Lin Xuan—a man who sought his death yet reveled in battle—and could somewhat understand.

But Su Luo had long outgrown his battle-crazed phase. He had no interest in dragging this out.

"If this is all you have to challenge me, it’s pathetic."

Su Luo unleashed his full power, entering the East Extreme Demon Lord’s ultimate form—his strength reaching its absolute peak.

His aura alone crushed Lin Xuan’s earlier surge. Compared to the demon’s full might, Lin Xuan’s transformation now seemed laughable.

What second round? No—this was the final round.

Su Luo attacked in his ultimate form from the start. No drawn-out exchanges, no back-and-forth power-ups, no pointless chatter dragging the fight on.

The fact that Lin Xuan hadn’t been instantly knocked out was already a courtesy from the East Extreme Demon Lord.

Faced with such overwhelming power, Lin Xuan abandoned all restraint, pushing himself to his absolute limit—even beyond it.

Otherwise, he’d be crushed, possibly even killed.

Liu Ya’s hope flickered out just as quickly as it had ignited.

She steeled herself, ready to assist with her sword formation if an opportunity arose.

Su Luo struck first.

"Hundred Annihilation Assault Fist!"

His fist was wreathed in a swirling black vortex.

Lin Xuan met it head-on with his own punch.

The two fists collided—but in less than a second, Lin Xuan was utterly overpowered, smashed into the ground.

A massive crater formed beneath him.

Dazed, Lin Xuan lay sprawled on the ground. He had known the East Extreme Demon Lord was strong, but this was beyond expectations.

No—this was on a completely different level.

Before he could process it, the East Extreme Demon Lord’s foot came crashing down.

Lin Xuan barely rolled away in time.

But dodging one attack only left him open to the next.

He was completely on the defensive.

Refusing to accept this, Lin Xuan stopped evading—even if it meant taking a hit, he would land a blow of his own.

But the East Extreme Demon Lord’s reach was longer. Lin Xuan was sent flying again.

Dust billowed as Lin Xuan sprang back up. In close combat, he rarely found himself at such a disadvantage.

If melee wasn’t working, he’d switch to ranged attacks. Lin Xuan was well-rounded—his mastery of spells was no less impressive.

"Heaven and Earth Severing Slash!"

With a wave of his hand, a colossal sword materialized in the sky, descending with a devastating slash.

But it was even more futile—the East Extreme Demon Lord shattered it with a single punch.

Without pause, the demon appeared before Lin Xuan again.

Lin Xuan had no choice but to defend.

After taking several more hits, Lin Xuan realized—this wasn’t an illusion. The East Extreme Demon Lord was far stronger than before. Had he been hiding his true power all along?

It seemed he was the one who had underestimated his opponent.

But Lin Xuan still refused to surrender. Being cornered wasn’t new to him—he thrived in desperate battles.

This wouldn’t break his spirit. If anything, it only fueled his determination.

"Immortal Art—Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Though the same technique as before, its power was incomparable.

Yet the East Extreme Demon Lord countered with a single punch, shattering Lin Xuan’s strike like brittle glass.

If strength failed, then technique would have to suffice.

"Myriad Transformations Fist!"

Lin Xuan’s strikes became erratic, unpredictable.

"Not bad. But useless."

The East Extreme Demon Lord blocked every single one without taking a scratch.

If technique didn’t work, then speed would.

Lin Xuan retreated, then began ricocheting around at blinding speeds, his form becoming a blur.

"Stop running. You’re giving me a headache."

The East Extreme Demon Lord locked onto him and unleashed a spell.

BOOM!

A violent explosion sent Lin Xuan crashing down.