Divine Emperor of Death-Novel

Chapter 2189: Challenging Himself

Once Davis digested all the information he could from the ninth floor's challenge, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air before he turned to look back at Myria, his eyes twitching as he saw her encased in a pure white light that healed her but also hid her jade white skin as her flesh rejuvenated.

Even then, it seemed that it would take some more time for her to heal completely but considering what she faced, an imitation that was one, no, two levels higher than her since her normal prowess was at six levels higher, the same as his Essence Gathering Cultivation, he could understand the mess.

Still, if Myria got kicked here ruthlessly, wouldn't that mean he would more or less experience the same fate as he possessed similar prowess as her at the moment?

It was just that he could endure as he felt that tempering one's body to one's own attack was also good, but to be sent flying in front of his beauties who deeply adored him and even prepared to lose their lives in a battle against Myria?

'Nope… nope…'

He shook his head inwardly, not wanting to be seen beaten black and blue because he knew for a fact that his imitation would do exactly that. After all, his imitation knew everything about him, even bringing about his past and trying to make him befuddled about his legitimacy as being born as Davis in the next reincarnation.

He didn't fall for the provocation as he had the upper hand, but if he was losing, he knew that he would be more or less susceptible.

"Do you need some help?"

"No need."

Davis leniently offered his help to Myria, which she declined, her voice seething with a deep frigidness. It almost made him wryly smile, but he didn't do so as he didn't want her to misunderstand that he was mocking her.

Perhaps, she was completely volatile at his moment. Understanding her plight, he inwardly grumbled and turned to look at the others, noticing their afraid looks before he sighed and walked towards the chamber of challenge.

"No, don't go…!"

Evelynn held his arm, not letting him leave as she understood the surmounting gap between the levels they fought at was like they were a gap between Immortal Stage's levels, "Even in the first chance, we must come up with a counter measure instead of just heading inside. This isn't like you..."

She uttered, thinking that he was spurred by their expectations for him.

"It's fine. If I go inside, I will have a good measure of what my imitation is capable of and then come up with countermeasures if I lose. Besides, I won't die at the very least, not until I challenge myself the sixth time."

Davis raised his head and rubbed Evelynn's head, placing a kiss on her adorable forehead before he turned around and left.

Among them, only Shirley understood the best what it felt like facing an opponent who was one level higher than her, although she could match up somewhat if she combined her fire and ice, making it kind of equal yet still not as she had to make some improvements, not to mention sacrifice her defense within the battle in order to end up victorious. However, for Davis, his normal prowess was six levels higher, and yet, the imitation he was going to face was eight levels higher.

Even if he used his heavenly fire and heavenly lightning together, he could only raise his prowess up to seven levels higher, not eight levels higher. So the chances are that he would be miserably kicked out within a minute like Myria had been kicked out. She was worried sick as much as Evelynn and the others, not knowing how miserably injured would he return.

Davis crossed the line of divide as a transparent barrier appeared, disallowing the others from entering while he also put up a barrier that kept them from focusing inside. Only he could leave, which meant that he was forfeiting the battle. This much information was observable based on how Myria was kicked out by a long iridescent leg, yet the barrier didn't block her exit.

Nonetheless, as he witnessed the birth of his imitation, purple robes fluttered while his blonder hair gently swayed before hovering with might, summoning black-silver lightning strands and dark crimson flames as the entire chamber shook as though experiencing an outside threat.

"…!"

Davis instantly moved from the location he stood when suddenly a black-silver streak of lightning flashed past him, searing with dark crimson flames. He looked to his side and found that his arm was already missing, not even a few seconds since the start of the battle, his heart beating in trepidation.

At this moment, he thoroughly understood not killing didn't mean that his flesh would be safe. Since his soul could survive without his body, it also meant that his entire body could be turned into ashes, and it wouldn't be rule-breaking at all. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt

It was no wonder Myria was injured that badly, almost enough to lose half of her side if she hadn't defended enough at the last moment with all she got.

But at this moment, Davis saw something even more stranger as he witnessed the imitation's exorbitant heavenly lightning and heavenly flames fade away, replaced with the exotic and mighty aura of extinction lightning and immolation flames of the Blazing Thunderlight Kirin.

'This time… the backlash was even greater…?'<del>ρa??a ???????</del>

Davis couldn't help but think as he witnessed this dumbfounding scene.

As for where the backlash came from, he obviously thought of the heavens. The heavens couldn't endure his thieving existence, so how could it let another thieving existence be formed?

Consequently, he felt that this backlash was even faster, the heavenly lightning and heavenly flames leaving from his imitation's body as soon as it came instead of lasting for a few seconds like on the eighth floor.

Why?

'Perhaps… to protect itself, the formation decided to reverse the process of creating my Tyrannical Heavenly Firestorm Physique...'

He instantly thought and also derived that although this space seemed to be isolated at a glance, if heavenly powers were used without passing a tribulation, it appeared that it would incur its wrath no matter where it took place within the cosmos.

Davis arrived at such a conclusion or a theory within his head as he could not otherwise make sense of what had just happened.

"You're always thinking..."

*Bang!~*

Extinction lightning surged and hit Davis's body. However, a circular shield made from heavenly flames and heavenly lightning intertwining blocked it. Four energies simultaneously clashed against each other, severely trembling before the extinction lightning and immolation flames shattered the shield of heavenly lightning and heavenly flames, surging past as though engulfing Davis.

However, it was a mere afterimage as Davis had already sneakily retreated amidst the clash of their powers.

"Hmph, due to this law suppression last time, you managed to beat me. But this time, it won't happen as you please."

The imitation grinned, "At most, you'll be able to delay my attacks for a second or two because of the law suppression stemming from heavenly lightning and heavenly flames, not to mention you're despicable heavenly physique that only you get to keep, but how long could you keep that up or even follow the movements of my deadly attacks that's eight levels higher?"

Davis raised his brows, "You're not the same person I killed, right?"

"Of course not. I just know what you know, but as you would expect..."

*Bang!~*

A bolt of extinction lightning surged from the imitation's hand and shot past Davis, causing him to freeze. He didn't dodge or defend as it didn't seem like it was aimed against him, but he couldn't help but wryly smile as he sensed the barrier he erected collapse momentarily.

'As expected of me… I'm so cruel...'

He turned to look back, noticing almost everyone jolt as they witnessed his pathetic status amidst the receding barrier of heavenly flames and heavenly lightning.

Indeed, the moment Evelynn and the others witnessed his missing hand, becoming shocked and enraged, their eyes tearing up. Blood was still dripping out of his shoulder in copious amounts, and yet Davis did nothing to stop it, not even use his life energy, not to conserve energy, but he knew that it was pretty much useless in this battle.

"Ah, my Evelynn… everyone else… yet… they're all worried for you…, not me! Since it's like this, I'll tear you to pieces in front of their sight and claim them for myself after I kill you!!!"

ρ???? ??????? "You're fucking reverse-angered!?"

Davis shot towards the side, looking at his enraged imitation, who looked vindicated to see Evelynn and the others before his face twisting in rage as he bellowed at him, chasing him in utter rage as black extinction lightning strands and dark crimson flame wisps billowing around him in as he looked like a god who wielded flames and lightning.

What was meant to provoke him instead provoked the imitation. It seemed that when it came to his women, he would really lose his cool and the same applied to his imitation.