Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence-Chapter 23: Feng vs Yuta (2)

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When Feng made contact with Yuta, dark silver light burst from his claws as he aimed a strike directly at Yuta's throat, hoping to end the battle quickly.

However, Yuta was no pushover.

He immediately manipulated the mist around him to form a dome over his head, reducing the impact of the blow.

Despite his efforts, the sheer force blasted him away, leaving deep footmarks in the ground.

"Damn it! How the hell are you this strong?" Yuta shouted, his voice tinged with shock.

He could feel a tingling sensation in his throat from the near-contact, realizing he had narrowly escaped death.

"Your spiritual energy is still at the fifth level, but your physical body seems to have received a huge boost, making you capable of fighting someone at the sixth level."

Yuta's eyes narrowed as he studied Feng more closely.

"But... you don't look too well in that state. Is the Heaven's Pact rejecting your body?"

Feng remained silent, but a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

[Due to the system defying the natural order of the heavens by allowing the host to steal another person's Heaven's Pact, there are certain limitations to consider]

[1. The host can only steal a Heaven's Pact once per major cultivation level.]

[2. There is a possibility that the host will be unable to steal a Heaven's Pact, rendering the host unable to obtain a new one for that cultivation level. This may occur due to reasons such as incompatibility with the host.]

"Does this mean the Blackwood Wolf Heaven's Pact is incompatible with me?" Feng asked the system internally.

[Yes and no. Yes, because the will left behind inside the Heaven's Pact is currently trying to overpower the host's mind.]

[No, because if the Heaven's Pact were truly incompatible, the host would not have been able to bond with it in the first place.]

"What do I need to do to fix this problem of the remaining will?"

[The host must acquire a cultivation technique suited to this particular Heaven's Pact.]

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"Damn, where am I supposed to get something like that?" Feng muttered, panting heavily.

His mind felt sluggish, as though shrouded in a deep fog.

A snarling sound, faint yet persistent, echoed in the back of his head.

Before he could dwell on it further—

Ting! Ting! Ting!

A sharp, rhythmic sound echoed through the clearing as lines of brilliant blue light suddenly shot down from above.

Feng's instincts screamed danger.

He threw himself to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding a barrage of shimmering daggers.

The air where he had stood moments ago rippled with spiritual energy, the ground field with numerous holes.

But the attack didn't end there.

More daggers materialized in front of him, cutting through the air with an eerie hum.

From his left, right, and above, the misty daggers daggers appeared in droves, forming a deadly prison of gleaming light that left Feng no room to maneuver.

The daggers hovered menacingly, their razor-sharp edges glinting with deadly intent, creating an ever-tightening cage.

"Raincloud Art: Misty Daggers," a calm, mocking voice rang out from the shadows, echoing around him like a predator toying with its prey.

Feng's mind raced as his eyes darted around, searching for a way out.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but he knew he didn't have time to think—his instincts kicked in and with a guttural roar,

He smashed his clawed hands into the earth below, shattering the ground with sheer force.

The impact sent chunks of soil and rock flying into the air, a chaotic storm of debris that disrupted the incoming barrage.

The misty daggers struck the flying debris, their piercing light dimming momentarily as they dissipated into harmless wisps.

Feng didn't waste the opportunity.

Ducking low, he dug deeper into the ground with his claws, churning up more rubble.

Each swipe of his hands sent clouds of dirt and broken rocks into the air, forming a makeshift shield against the relentless assault.

Then, with a surge of energy, he hurled the jagged projectiles toward Yuta in one swift, calculated motion.

The rocks shot through the air like a volley of missiles, their edges whistling as they sliced through the wind.

But Yuta remained calm, his expression unreadable.

With a flick of his wrist, the misty daggers surrounding him reformed in an instant, slicing through the flying debris with surgical precision.

Every shard of rock shattered into harmless fragments before they could reach him.

"Do you really think such idiotic tactics can defeat me?" Yuta sneered.

He formed an incantation gesture, and the surrounding mist began to condense into shapes resembling beasts.

"Do you know what happens when someone reaches the seventh level of Qi Condensation?" Yuta asked, his voice dripping with superiority, like a cat toying with its prey.

"As we all know, a Heaven's Pact is a personal bond between a cultivator and the heavens.

In long-standing families, the Heaven's Pact may have similarities, but it will always vary from person to person.

"At higher cultivation levels, the Heaven's Pact becomes less crucial to one's strength.

Instead, it serves as a catalyst, guiding a cultivator toward their chosen path."

He gestured toward the mist. "For me, my Heaven's Pact is called the Misty Dagger.

It tells me to focus on cultivating techniques related to mist and honing my skills with daggers.

That's the best way for me to grow stronger.

"When someone reaches the seventh level of Qi Condensation, their bond with their Heaven's Pact deepens.

Their aptitude for specific techniques increases. This allows me to do things like this."

Yuta pushed his energy outward, and the mist surrounding him coalesced into a full-bodied form.

It resembled a lizard with dark blue eyes and a translucent, mist-like body.

"Mist Lizard. It's a technique I created by studying the village's techniques and using my affinity with mist.

"This single Mist Lizard is equivalent to a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

Let's see if you can handle both of us at the same time."

With those words, Yuta and the Mist Lizard dashed forward.