America: The Cremator

Chapter 170 Battle of Domains!

Surong looked at Byron on the dance floor, gently put down his wine glass, and said with interest, "Interesting."

After saying that, he took off his expensive suit jacket and gently handed it to Elena: "You wait here, I'll go up and meet him."

Elena took the suit from Su Long, folded it carefully, and frowned as she whispered a reminder: "He clearly came prepared. The Triple Moon Wheel Domain—a domain of this level is definitely not something an ordinary B-rank exorcist can achieve. You need to be careful."

Su Long nodded slightly, then walked towards the dance floor, loudly uttering two words: "I'll do it."

Upon hearing that someone had accepted the challenge, all eyes turned to Su Long, and they began to discuss among themselves.

"Was that the guy from earlier? Is he crazy? That's a domain! No matter how strong his flames are, once he's inside someone else's rules, he's at their mercy!"

"So what if he's a dual-type exorcist? A B-rank exorcist is on a completely different level from a monster that violates the rules. In someone else's domain, even spiritual invocation is forcibly suppressed. What can he possibly use to fight?"

"How interesting, a battle between a dual-type exorcist and an exorcist with a domain?"

The young exorcists, who had just been stunned by Byron's domain, now looked at Su Long with eyes full of doubt.

There was schadenfreude, and even a hint of secret anticipation.

They themselves dared not go up, yet they desperately hoped that someone could curb the madman's arrogance.

Byron, standing on the water in the center of the dance floor, slowly turned his head and looked at Sulong walking slowly towards him, a smile slowly curving his lips.

Su Long walked past the crowd to the edge of the dance floor, looking at the triple moon wheel domain that just covered the entire dance floor and reflected the bright moonlight. With a thought, the purple and gold world-destroying fire instantly enveloped his feet.

Even through the shoes, the scorching effect of the world-destroying fire still took hold on Su Long's body.

The intense pain of his soul and body being roasted simultaneously made Su Long frown. He activated [Flesh and Blood Domination], forcibly suppressed the stinging pain, and stepped into the strange clear water.

"Sneer"

The moment he landed, a large amount of white water vapor rose from beneath his feet, and most of the clear water on the ground of the Triple Moon Wheel Domain was evaporated.

Byron looked at the terrifyingly hot, purplish-gold flame beneath Surong's feet, his smile deepening, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Sulong".

Byron nodded, lowered his hand from the grip of the pistol at his waist, and his smile deepened: "Surron—I commend your courage, and as a sign of respect, I will let you make the first move."

Su Long looked at the pretentious brown-haired young man opposite him and chuckled, "Let me make the first move? Are you sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple-gold flames on his body suddenly surged, and the half-meter-high flames emitted a deep roar. The violent spiritual power soared into the sky, rapidly intertwining and entangled above Su Long's head, and finally condensed into a crown of flames that exuded a terrifying pressure.

Su Long raised his right hand and casually snapped his fingers.

"Smack."

The crisp snap of fingers echoed through the hall. Immediately afterward, a domain ripple, even more savage and domineering than the "Triple Moon Wheel Domain," emanated from Su Long and spread wildly outwards, instantly engulfing half of the dance floor.

The clear water within Byron's domain shattered and dissipated like fragile glass under the impact of this ripple.

The next instant, the ripples swept across the edge of the dance floor, enveloping the entire banquet hall and everyone present.

The ornate crystal chandeliers, the vintage oak tables, and the soft handmade carpets underfoot have all been replaced by heavy, non-slip steel plates and crematoriums.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning, and a dark red glow emanated from the cracks in the crematorium doors, sending chills down the spine.

"The Domain of Trillions of Incinerators, please enlighten me."

The young exorcists who had been watching from the sidelines were now completely panicked.

"What happened?"

"How is this possible—this is also a domain? He's dragged us all into this?!"

"This is insane! What kind of monster is this?!"

An uncontrollable panic erupted from the crowd. Many people desperately tried to unleash their inner power, only to find that their pride in their spirituality was like a dried-up spring within this steel cage, unable to create even the slightest ripple.

Hedley had already witnessed Suron's domain before, so she wasn't too surprised. However, Valerie, the matriarch of the Wick family, suddenly changed her expression.

She exclaimed in surprise, "He forcibly covered Byron's domain, even dragging everyone in the entire hall in—how did a B-rank cultivator manage to maintain a domain of that size?"

Rodney and Edith beside him were also quite surprised. They could sense that Suron's domain was extremely powerful. Such a pure domain was even comparable to the level of an A-rank exorcist.

Wearing a crown of flames, Suron looked at Byron, whose face was grave, and said with interest, "Now, it's my turn."

Byron stared in astonishment at the towering steel walls and dark red flames around him: "You can actually deploy a domain too?"

Su Long shrugged, his tone relaxed. "What? Is a domain that difficult to create? Isn't it something you can just open whenever you want? Why are you so surprised?"

Byron was taken aback by those words.

In the world of exorcists, a domain is the absolute mark of a strong person. It is a power that can only be touched by people with a deep understanding of spiritual rules. Generally, only when one's strength reaches or is comparable to A-level can one condense their own domain.

There are also examples of people who have formed a domain in advance, like himself, but this guy in front of me formed such a strong domain so easily, and judging from his tone, he even had some strength left!

Byron looked around unwillingly. His proud Triple Moon Domain only covered the stage area and was now completely surrounded by Surong's strange domain.

Those thick, non-slip steel plates and the crematorium spewing flames were like an airtight steel prison, trapping his clear water and the three bright moons in the center.

"You've expanded your territory so much that you've even forcibly dragged everyone into it; that seems a bit impolite," Byron said calmly, turning to look at Suron.

Su Long chuckled and replied, "I think it's very polite. After all, the guests couldn't see clearly from the outside, so I brought them in so they could see it up close."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Byron from head to toe, before asking, "As for you, asking like this, isn't it because recruiting so many people is draining your spiritual energy, and you're starting to feel overwhelmed?"

This statement hit Byron's sore spot perfectly. Maintaining a domain is an extremely mentally and spiritually demanding task, let alone forcibly dragging dozens of exorcists into it.

Although he was a genius, he was still only a B-rank exorcist, and the sheer amount of exertion he was expending put him under pressure.

Byron gritted his teeth, stomped his right foot hard, and ripples spread across the water beneath his feet, accompanied by a deep hum that rang out once more.

With this strange sound, the triple moon wheel domain behind Byron began to spread wildly. The clear water, like a surging tide, swept in all directions, forcefully pushing aside the thick anti-slip steel plates.

The light from the three bright moons in the sky also surged, and the cold silver light and dark red firelight collided violently in mid-air, producing a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

In just a few seconds, the entire banquet hall was completely divided into two distinct areas, creating a strange and clearly defined scene.

Byron's half of the domain was a tranquil yet eerie night sky, with three full moons hanging high above. At his feet was a pool of crystal-clear water, about a fist's width deep, reflecting the moons above.

Su Long's half of the domain was a raging, scorching steel inferno, where dark red flames erupted from enormous incinerators, scorching the thick, non-slip steel plates to a boiling point. The air was thick with the smell of burning, and raging, world-destroying fire raged through the gaps in the steel plates, radiating terrifyingly high temperatures capable of annihilating everything.

However, to Byron's surprise, the young exorcists who had been forcibly pulled into the area, after a brief moment of astonishment, all moved toward the Iron Purgatory where Suron was located.

This is certainly not because Su Long has any particularly strong personal charisma, nor is it because they want to cheer him on.

It was simply because there was a fist-deep pool of water on the ground in Byron's territory.

Those attending this banquet are all young elites from various exorcist families. None of the clothes and jewelry they wear tonight are cheap. Who would be willing to soak their feet in cold water and ruin their expensive outfit just to watch a fight?

In contrast, although the environment here in Sulong was scorching hot, the anti-slip steel plate underfoot was dry and clean. For these exorcists who valued their dignity, standing on the steel plate was much better than standing in a puddle.

As a result, an extremely eerie scene unfolded in the entire hall.

In a corner behind the Suron Domain, a group of well-dressed young exorcists were huddled together, wiping their shoes and straightening their skirts with handkerchiefs or tissues they carried with them. Some even took out small combs from their pockets and used the firelight from the crematorium to style their hair.

Everyone was busy grooming themselves, occasionally glancing up at the standoff ahead before continuing to tidy their appearance.

From Byron's perspective, the scene looked as if all the guests were standing firmly behind Surrender, becoming his strongest support and silently cheering him on.

The young man's lips twitched.

Su Long slightly raised his left hand, beckoned to Byron opposite him with a finger, and said calmly, "Come on."

The moment he finished speaking, the raging steel inferno behind him suddenly awoke.

On the thick, non-slip steel walls, tens of meters high, hundreds of huge crematorium doors burst open at the same time, and dark red flames spewed out from the depths of countless furnace chambers, scorching the surrounding air into extreme distortion.

Immediately afterwards, humanoid flames formed entirely of purple-gold world-destroying fire were born.

Some of them struggled to climb out from the depths of the furnace on the ground, while others leaped down from the hatch in the ceiling. Their heavy bodies slammed one after another onto the anti-slip steel plate below, making dull thuds and scattering large amounts of dazzling sparks.

Upon landing, the firemen swiftly swept past Sulong on both sides, rushing towards the cold, clear waters that belonged to Byron.

Byron stood in the middle of the water, watching the overwhelming surge of firemen. His expression darkened slightly, and then he suddenly raised his right hand, his index fingers together, pointing directly at the deep night sky above.

The three full moons hanging at the top of the domain suddenly responded, bursting forth with dazzling silver light.

The gentle moonlight transformed into countless sharp, knife-like laser beams, sweeping downwards like a torrential downpour, instantly engulfing the fire-man formation charging at the forefront.

A beam of moonlight as thick as a thigh descended from the sky, instantly piercing the head of the fire-man charging at the front. The purple-gold fiery head emitted a muffled explosion, instantly shattering into countless scattered sparks.

However, the headless body did not pause at all, but continued to take heavy steps into the clear water in front of it, instantly stirring up a large amount of boiling white steam under its feet.

Immediately afterwards, a second beam of light struck its chest, the violent kinetic energy tearing a huge, transparent hole in its chest cavity. The purple-gold flames at the edges churned violently, attempting to converge and heal back to the center.

The fire-man's body swayed violently, slowing his charge by half a beat, but his burning arms still stretched out desperately forward.

It wasn't until the third beam of light pierced through its abdomen from top to bottom that the fire-breathing creature finally gave way. Its massive body collapsed on the water's surface with a deafening roar, exploding into a dazzling purple-gold fireball and turning into a pool of residual flames clinging to the water's surface.

Byron frowned deeply as he watched this scene.

He was well aware of the destructive power of the moonlight beams within his domain. Ordinary, low-level monsters would be instantly severed if they were even grazed by them; they couldn't withstand even a single shot.

These mass-produced firemen that Surong casually summoned actually required three beams of light to bombard them head-on before they could be completely defeated.

This terrifying hardness and spiritual density far exceeded his expectations.

Byron looked up and saw that the army of firemen behind him had not retreated because of the deaths of the front ranks. Instead, they poured out of the crematorium hatches one after another, and the array behind them became denser and denser. The purple-gold flames were connected and almost set the night sky over half of his territory on fire.

His expression became more serious than ever before. He quickly crossed his hands in front of his chest, forming a complex hand seal. He poured all his spiritual energy into the water beneath his feet, and his deep voice echoed in the empty space.

"Shattered Moon Mirror Splendor!"

As this whispered sound rang out, the two full moons behind Byron suddenly shattered under the strain.

The sound was deafening, as if the entire sky had been torn apart. Countless fine cracks spread wildly across the surface of the enormous moon, and cold moonlight shone through the cracks. Then, the two bright moons exploded in mid-air.

They are like two huge glass mirrors that have been shattered, splitting into thousands of physical fragments of varying sizes.

These fragments, with their crystal-clear texture, fell downwards like a reverse meteor shower, then mysteriously hovered in various corners of the entire domain.

From the water's surface to mid-air, these fragments of moonlight, reflecting silvery light, float everywhere, turning this space into a giant labyrinth of refraction.

Standing on the steel anti-slip plate, Su Long watched this scene, raised an eyebrow, and was quite surprised.

Last time in the domain, when facing that A-level demon Baphomet, he had to exert a lot of effort to forcefully knock down the blood moon's true form in the opponent's domain with the fusion spear.

Unexpectedly, this time, Byron actually shattered the moon in his own world.

What kind of fancy tactics are they using?

In the short time that Su Long was pondering, the hundreds of firemen at the forefront had already crossed the boundary between the two domains.

The next moment, the last remaining full moon in the night sky burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.

A high-intensity beam of moonlight, as thick as a bucket, shot down from the center of the moon, but instead of targeting any of the charging firemen, it struck a fragment of moonlight suspended in mid-air.

The moment the beam struck the fragment, it was reflected off the fragment's smooth, mirror-like surface, and with even greater force, it blasted towards another fragment not far away, followed by a third, and a fourth fragment—

The moonlight refracted and leaped wildly among thousands of suspended fragments, and with each refraction, the speed and penetrating power of the beam increased exponentially.

In less than a second, the entire area was completely filled with the dazzling moonlight that had been woven into a net. The rays of light, of varying thickness and at tricky angles, shuttled back and forth in the space, weaving a net of death light with almost no blind spots.

The hundreds of fire-men who had just rushed into Byron's territory were instantly met with a devastating blow.

Dense rays of moonlight relentlessly sliced ​​through their bodies from all directions.

A fire-man who had just raised his fist was pierced by more than a dozen refracted beams of light at the same time. His arms, thighs, and torso were cut into dozens of burning pieces at the same time, and he collapsed on the spot without even a chance to reassemble.

Another fire-man attempting to leap up and pounce was cut into countless flying sparks by the interwoven net of light while still in mid-air.

The piercing wind, mixed with the hissing sound of flames being forcibly extinguished, echoed violently throughout the entire area. Those tough and ferocious firemen were as fragile as paper in the face of this impenetrable net of light.

In just a few breaths, the hundreds of firemen that had crossed the dividing line were completely wiped out.

Within the entire refracted space, only the suspended fragments and the passing moonlight remained; not a single standing fireman could be found.

Byron lowered his clasped hands, looked at the empty water ahead, and a slow smile crept onto his lips: "It seems—I've won!"

Surong looked at the smug Byron and a smile appeared on his face as well: "Is that so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple-gold remnants of flame, which had been cut into countless pieces by the moonlight net and scattered on the surface of the clear water and in mid-air, suddenly began to flicker violently at the same time.

Byron's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body. But before he could react, those seemingly insignificant sparks and embers burst into a dazzling purple-gold light at the same time.

"boom!

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