The blades of wind were pulled away by the purple light. In that moment, Lan Qing could feel his own protogenia become disrupted.
A low hum emanated from the two beams of purple light. The strange resonance shattered the cyan winds around them.
If Lan Qing's wind blades were formed from protogenia, then in this moment they were shattered by the vibrations of the purple blades. They vanished, as if the threads of protogenia had been severed.
Only protogenia could resist protogenia!
The Astral Phantom was only a first-level Paragon, but he was a veteran Paragon. His understanding of protogenia was far superior to the new Lan Qing.
It was here that the Astral Phantom's advantage became apparent.
However, Lan Qing didn't panic. Instead, a soft cyan light surrounded him. It enveloped him, and in the blink of an eye he was far enough away to evade the purple blades.
But then something strange happened. Lines of purple light appeared in all directions, each one connected to the fabric of space. Lan Qing's body froze for a moment, then reappeared where he'd been standing. It was like he'd been delivered to the purple blades.
It was so sudden that Lan Qing didn't have time to react.
The Paragons watching from the outside couldn't hide their surprise, especially the Wine Master. The purple marks were the result of interdimensional protogenia. Lan Qing's teleportation was futile, and he was sent back to his original position.
To be able to use protogenia to influence protogenia, and to do so with such finesse, the Astral Phantom lived up to his reputation as a Paragon. His first tentative attack seemed to have put him at a disadvantage, but once he exploded with power, he gained the upper hand.
A confident smile spread across the Astral Phantom's face. You're still too young to fight me, kid.
Let's see how you defend against my Demon God's Decapitation, a fusion of protogenia.
Lan Qing couldn't dodge now. The vibrations from the Decapitation were enough to shatter his shields. The sensation of protogenia breaking apart was a strange, beautiful thing.
It was as if there were countless zithers floating in the air, and then the strings broke one after another. It was a poignant beauty.
Ding! Ding!
Just as the Decapitation was about to land on Lan Qing, Lan Qing did something that shocked everyone.
He raised his hands and used his palms to slap at the pair of purple blades.
His hands were as white as jade, and glowed with a faint golden hue.
In that instant, his entire body seemed to have lit up, and his entire body exuded a peaceful aura.
The Astral Phantom watched in disbelief as his blades fell into Lan Qing's hands. He caught them out of thin air.
The incomparably sharp Demon God's Decapitation couldn't break through the thin layer of gold and white light that covered Lan Qing's palms. In Lan Qing's hands, the blades were like steel, unable to move an inch.
How was this possible?
It wasn't the Astral Phantom's full strength, but it was an attack that was infused with his understanding of protogenia!
How could it be blocked by someone just like that?
And with only two hands?
Not even the most experienced Paragons on Skyfire Avenue could do this!
What was his body made of?
The fight had been so quick, there was no time for him to think.
Lan Qing's hands shook, and a powerful force swept through him. The Astral Phantom was flung away.
The Astral Phantom spun in the air, deflecting the force. When he regained his balance, the incredulity in his eyes hadn't faded.
He stared at Lan Qing, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.
The power that Promiscuous Love had just displayed was something that he could not comprehend.
How could this be?
How could this be?
What had happened?
He was a newly ascended Paragon, how could he block the Astral Phantom's Decapitation?
But when he looked back at Lan Qing, his face changed.
The Lan Qing in his eyes was completely different.
The cyan light around him receded, and though he still stood there calmly, a soft golden aura emanated from him. His aura had changed from ethereal and ethereal to solid and mellow.
A Paragon's protogenia was set in stone, and the saying 'no regrets protogenia' wasn't just for show. It was impossible for a Paragon's protogenia to change.
But the truth was right in front of him. It was happening to Lan Qing.
Lan Qing looked at the Astral Phantom calmly. Then he punched out at the Astral Phantom from afar.
The Astral Phantom's face grew serious.
Before he'd looked down on Lan Qing, but now his attitude had changed.
An opponent who could block the Astral Phantom's Decapitation with his bare body was a formidable foe.
Lan Qing's fist was light as a feather, but the air around him twisted and distorted. Lan Qing's body grew larger in the Astral Phantom's vision, until it seemed to grow infinitely larger.
But at the same time, it felt surreal. Lan Qing's towering figure seemed both real and illusory at the same time.
It felt like he was in the present, but at the same time he was in the past. Or perhaps he was from the future.
The Astral Phantom was no longer limited to protogenia.
The Astral Phantom moved as well. His hands clasped behind his back, and he closed his eyes. His body became translucent, like amethyst. In a flash, he was like a bolt of purple lightning that collided with Lan Qing's invisible punch.
"Sssss!" A strange sound filled the air.
An intense energy storm suddenly erupted in the entire space. In the domain left behind by the Clairvoyant, the starlight shone brightly, becoming incomparably resplendent in an instant. The powerful light illuminated everything in the surroundings.
Even though they were outside, the spectators could clearly feel the terrifying energy fluctuations produced by the collision inside.
When the distortion in space stopped, the Astral Phantom was the first to emerge. He looked a little ragged, and his body swayed in the air.
Lan Qing, on the other hand, looked the same as before.
It was clear that Lan Qing had the upper hand in the collision.
Those who didn't know Lan Qing's true strength were shocked. A young man who'd just broken through to Paragon was able to hold his own against the Astral Phantom. It was a testament to Lan Qing's strength and potential.
The representatives who'd come to attend the auction were even more shocked.
Fallen Angel Lucifer now fully understood why he felt such a strong sense of oppression when he looked into Lan Qing's eyes. This was simply the suppression caused by the difference in strength!
Archangel Metatron didn't look too good either.
Ever since Lan Jue's participation in the Great Adept Tournament, Zeus's true identity had been revealed. Lan Qing and Lan Jue were brothers. Without question, Lan Jue had been blacklisted by the Pontiff's Citadel. Now that his older brother was so strong, he looked to be on par with the Pontiff himself. This was a huge pressure on the Pontiff's Citadel.
What kind of foe would they have to face in the future?
The Astral Phantom was shocked as well.
He'd used his true strength in that brief exchange.
In truth, even Paragons didn't know what the others were best at.
The Astral Phantom's greatest strength wasn't poison, nor was it his speed. It was his perception.
He had incredible perception. It was the path he'd chosen when he'd chosen to walk the path of protogenia.
It allowed him to sense and understand his opponent's protogenia. That was why he'd been able to shatter Lan Qing's wind blades with his Souldevour Dagger.
Using his perception to analyze his opponents was his forte.
Then, with the aid of his speed and poison, he could easily gain the upper hand when facing an enemy.
But just now, when he'd faced Lan Qing's fist, he'd pushed his perception to the limit. He'd hoped to feel Lan Qing's attack, and find a flaw in his protogenia.
To his surprise, Lan Qing's punch was like a giant ball of light. It was a perfect sphere of energy, without any openings or openings, hurtled toward him.
There were no flaws, not even the slightest gap.
It was inconceivable. Even a Paragon's protogenia was a mixture of universal laws, energy, protogenia, and the Paragon's own understanding.
But in Lan Qing's strike, it was as if everything had melded together. There was no flaw.
Based on the Astral Phantom's understanding of Paragons, this shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have been possible.
But reality was staring him in the face. He could only use his own attack to block the attack.
Lan Qing felt the same way.
The Astral Phantom was stronger than he'd expected. He'd sped up seven times in the blink of an eye, using his speed to increase the power of his protogenia. The Astral Phantom's Soul-Devouring Dagger slashed at Tang Wulin with seven afterimages. The Astral Phantom's Soul-Devouring Dagger split Tang Wulin's fist and deflected most of its power.
Some of the Astral Phantom's remaining energy was directed at Lan Qing, but Lan Qing easily neutralized it.