Chapter 139: Flames of Fury Unleashed

Watcher 17 stared at Shingin, a mix of deep contemplation and confusion in his gaze. He had to admit that this young man's combat instincts and adaptability far exceeded his understanding of any ability user. Every move Shingin made was as precise as if forged through countless battles. Whether attacking or defending, there wasn't an ounce of wasted motion or hesitation. That kind of innate combat talent made Watcher 17 question just how many cards Shingin still held hidden.

The lightning orbs in Shingin's grasp continued to bounce erratically, their speed making them nearly impossible to track. They weaved through the air like ghostly apparitions, slipping past Watcher 17's defensive net time and time again, leaving shallow scorch marks on his body. These minor injuries, while seemingly insignificant, accumulated over time like invisible ropes, gradually restricting his movements. Meanwhile, Shingin's expression remained calm, his gaze sharp, as if his attacks were controlled purely by instinct.

Wiping blood from his mouth, Watcher 17's eyes flickered with shock but grew increasingly focused. Taking a deep breath, he meticulously analyzed the erratic movements of the lightning orbs, uncovering a critical clue—they weren't moving randomly but were guided by the surrounding wind currents.

"Wind-guided rebounds… the path of the air currents…" Watcher 17 murmured, mentally constructing a map of the battlefield. The whirlwind surrounding Shingin wasn't just any wind—it formed a fully realized sensory domain. Every current and ripple in the air provided Shingin with real-time battlefield information. He didn't need to turn or hesitate, effortlessly predicting the trajectory of every attack and preemptively deploying his six ice mirrors for defense.

This wasn't merely wind aiding his movements—it was wind pushed to its very limits.

"I see now…" Watcher 17 narrowed his eyes, his expression turning serious. The arrogant smirk on his face vanished, replaced with resolute determination. He realized that the lightning orbs' every rebound and spin were dictated by the wind's guidance. Shingin was using this invisible sensory field to maintain absolute control of the battlefield.

"An impressive strategy…" Watcher 17 said coldly, his tone tinged with grudging admiration. "Even the wind bends to your will. This domain-level ability is truly extraordinary."

Shingin didn't respond, only continuing to press forward. The lightning orbs around him danced like spirits, carving dazzling trails through the air. Though Watcher 17's meteor shower attacks were relentless, they couldn't breach the six nimble ice mirrors that seemed almost alive, intercepting each strike precisely at its mark.

Watcher 17's thoughts grew more complex. He had believed his combat experience would suppress Shingin, but this battle had revealed otherwise. Shingin needed no experience. His raw talent alone was enough to dominate the fight. More terrifying still, the synergy of wind and ice in Shingin's abilities was approaching perfection.

"Using wind to sense the surroundings, deploying preemptive defenses, and coupling this with lightning and fire for offense… Such a combination, wielded with such finesse!" Watcher 17 growled, gathering green energy into his guandao. A powerful aura surged around him. "But even so, I won't surrender without a fight!"

He understood that his meteor shower attacks had lost their effectiveness. Recalling the scattered energy, he concentrated it entirely on his guandao. The blade now shimmered with a razor-sharp green glow, appearing capable of slicing through space itself. With a deafening roar, he swung the weapon directly at Shingin.

"Break!" Watcher 17 bellowed, the strike locking onto Shingin with precision, aiming to shatter his seemingly impenetrable defenses.

"Not today!" Shingin's voice was low but thunderous. The surrounding whirlwind intensified, and the six ice mirrors suddenly fused into a singular, crystalline barrier, stopping the guandao mid-swing.

"I said… STAND ASIDE!" Shingin's roar echoed like a storm, carrying an unmistakable fury and desperation. His shout reverberated across the battlefield, a release of long-suppressed anger that finally erupted like a torrent.

Watcher 17's expression turned grim as he continued slashing through the swirling lightning orbs. Though the orbs moved unpredictably, their paths were clear to him now. His guandao swept with precision and fluidity, reducing the orbs to harmless fragments of energy.

"If this is all you've got, then don't think you'll break through me." Watcher 17 muttered, his tone grave as he anticipated Shingin's next move.

Shingin, retreating slightly with the wind's aid, fixed his sharp gaze on Watcher 17. The guandao's strikes were devastating; each blow threatened to severely injure him. Shingin knew his injuries wouldn't allow him to last much longer. He needed to conserve his strength, preparing for one final effort to shatter the obstacle before him and reach Watcher 13.

As Shingin withdrew, the wind around him intensified, spiraling into a towering hurricane. His eyes burned with a fierce blue flame, his voice cold and determined: "Enough playing around. Let's finish this."

Watcher 17 didn't back down. Instead, he charged toward Shingin, his guandao slicing through the air with blinding speed, its trajectory a blur.

"You think I'll give you the chance?!" he roared, the guandao radiating green energy as it closed in on Shingin.

At that instant, the six ice mirrors detached from Shingin's side, flying straight toward Watcher 17. For a moment, he hesitated, seeing them as mere obstacles. However, when the mirrors suddenly converged into a cube, trapping him inside, his eyes widened in realization.

"What is this?!" Watcher 17 exclaimed, feeling the temperature plummet as frost rapidly encased his guandao and spread across his body. The icy prison stifled his movements, locking him in place.

"This won't hold me!" Watcher 17 roared, channeling his green energy into a powerful burst. The guandao's glow intensified, shattering the ice prison with a resounding explosion. The fragments scattered into a fine mist, and a beam of green energy shot skyward, parting the clouds with its force.

However, when Watcher 17 broke free, he looked up—and saw that Shingin's attack was already prepared.

"Sea of Flames!" Shingin's voice roared like thunder. Blue fire engulfed him, merging with the hurricane around him into a towering vortex of fiery destruction.

The fiery tornado descended with unstoppable force, heading straight for Watcher 17. He took a deep breath, gripping his guandao tightly as green energy surged from him, solidifying his stance. He was like an unmovable fortress, prepared to meet the cataclysmic attack head-on.