The Universe Is Innately Just 189 Unexpected Turnaround Part One

But due to the fact that he was hiding on the ceiling in a corner, the strength he transferred to his sword was too lacking to completely parry the incoming punch. Their attacks made contact with booming sounds, and Fell's body was pushed toward the ground. Seeing that it was impossible to redirect the strength to the ceiling, he let the momentum of the attack shove him, and his body was pushed with even more strength away from Golden.

The elder saw the youth's split-second reaction, and couldn't help but feel the need to kill him as soon as possible. He pursued Fell in his descend, using the ceiling as a spring to rebound toward Fell with tremendous speed.

He crossed the distance between them in a split second and appeared right in front of Fell. The young cultivator's body was only a few inches from the ground, but a lightning-fast swing connected with his sword. Thankfully, he managed to react in time and yet again used his sword a forearm to absorb the majority of the shock.

"Brace yourself!", he screamed inside his head. He contracted his back muscles right before making contact with the ground. A tremor ran through the marbled floor of the mansion, and chips and bricks of material that made the floor flew in their surroundings. And before his body even managed to exhale a pained gasp of breath, dozens of fists blow appeared in front of him.

"Parrying them is impossible…", his eyes saw the dozens of phantom punches approach his body. "Resist!?", he roared in his mind as his blood coursed through his veins.

His muscles hardened one more time before the impact, turning into a material denser than steel.

Da!Da!Da!Da!Da!D With the might of a machine gun, and the sound of a metallic drill. The fists collided with his body, sending turmoil through his muscles, bones, and spinal cord. Blood ticked down from his mouth, and he felt his internal organs shift from their places. But even with that amount of damage, with teeth gritted as hard as he could, he kept his guard high and resisted.

A two meters deep hole was dug during the impact, and the suit he was wearing had turned into torn bits of soft tissues that hand on his body. And as the series of fists continued to arrive, the state of his figure turned shabbier over the attack. Through his gritted teeth, that had turned red, one could see blood tickle down his face.

"How is he resisting this much?!", thought Golden inside of his fleshly armor.

Yet his guard stood solidly in place. Although the attack from Golden was vicious, not leaving any frame of action to Fell, it still didn't contain much energy and was mostly dealt through physical strength. To Fell, although the pain his forearm and back were filling were tedious, his body was capable of supporting far more pressure.

"What is his body made of!?", he screamed in his mind as a seed of fear took place in his heart. "Resist as long as you want! But in this world, everything is fated to break!", he roared from between his lips.

Suddenly, after hurling hundreds of attacks on Fell's thin figure. Golden's attack paused for a second, the armor covering his fists morphed, and spikes of crimson red colors covered his knuckles. A grin appeared on Fell's face, and with the might and grace of a carp flying out of the water, his back rounded up and straightened back, slapping the ground under him.

"Shut up!", two words escaped from the hole where Fell laid. A fiery, yet cold and deadly, sharp intent could be sensed from his words.

The movement took him less than the fraction of a second to execute, and sent him flying straight toward Golden. His body then began spinning, and with Soldier's Fortune in his hand, Fell's body turned into a sharp, and deadly whirlwind. Due to the high speed of his rotations, the cutting edge of his sword appeared all over his body, and swiftly made contact with Golden.

A screeching and acute cacophony resounded through the ballroom. And Fell's body cut through the armored Golden with ease; aided with the abnormally fast rotation of his body, Soldier's Fortune cut through the armored Golden with ease. As if the abnormally hard armor had only been soft b.u.t.ter.

Golden felt a deadly sword intent invade his body. The fear that had taken root in his heart surfaced, and he tried to retreat in panicked steps. "I can't beat him like this!", he thought with a pale face under his armor.

The acute and eerie noise that was similar to a circular saw came to an end. And Fell stood on top of the elder's armored shoulder's, with Soldier's Fortune deeply embedded in Golden's torso. A blade injury, deep and long, ran from the top of his left shoulder. It cut through the human's softest bone, the clavicle, and continued down the rib cage before stopping near the thigh.

"How?", thought the elder as his eyes turned hazy for a split second. Blood spilled down his lips, and rain of red dots appeared from above dying Fell's head red. The origin of the red rain was the elder's injury, and it took him more than a few seconds of haziness to recover from the shock.

His energy ran through his meridians and traveled toward his torso where it stopped the bleeding. Fell breathed roughly as the move had expanded a vast amount of his energy, yet even with a tired expression on his face, his eyes glinted sharply and his sword moved.