Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Garr's sudden outburst caused the golden blades of light to rain down like a storm.

Each blade of light carried an extremely sharp divine power, cutting through the void and causing Lin Chen to feel pain all over his body.

His skin was cut open with fine, bloody gashes, his clothes were torn, and blood seeped from the wounds, instantly freezing into dark red ice shards by the low temperature of the void.

But he couldn't bear to give up the advantage he had worked so hard to gain. If he backed down now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain all over his body, and rushed forward again.

Although Garr was somewhat frustrated at this moment, he was not completely at a disadvantage.

His combat experience was so rich that even though Lin Chen's rogue tactics annoyed him, his defense remained impenetrable.

The golden light shield sometimes solidified into a physical block, and sometimes exploded into light blades to counterattack, with no hesitation between offense and defense.

The two fought in the void for an unknown period of time.

There were no rounds, no respite, only constant collisions, separations, and more collisions.

Lin Chen's fists were covered in his own blood, and Gal's robes were torn in several places.

Their breathing became heavy and rapid, their divine power being consumed frantically.

Lin Chen gradually realized an unsettling fact: although he was improving, Gar was also adapting to his playing style.

At first, Gal will be enraged by his profanity and have his rhythm disrupted by his reckless close combat.

But as time went by, the anger on Garr's face gradually subsided, and his golden eyes regained their composure.

He began to get used to Lin Chen's cursing, began to anticipate Lin Chen's reckless advances, and began to prepare counterattacks during the gaps in his defense.

"Go ahead and curse, keep cursing." Gal's voice returned to calm, even carrying a hint of mockery. "Is that all you're capable of?"

Lin Chen did not respond, his heart was calm, and he simply buried his head and rushed towards the other person again.

Cursing? There's no need. All the cursing has been done; now, only fighting remains!

There were no unnecessary actions, no unnecessary words.

Only by punching and kicking with the laws of nature can it be like a tireless war machine.

And so the battle lasted for three days and three nights before the two sides separated again.

In the void, purple lightning blood and golden divine light constantly intertwined, collided, and exploded, along with the omnipresent lingering influence of laws.

The surrounding meteorites were crushed into dust by the aftershocks, and the distant starlight was distorted and deformed by the energy impact.

Lin Chen was already covered in wounds.

His clothes were torn into strips of rags that barely clung to his body, revealing a crisscrossing network of wounds beneath.

Some were slashed open by the light blades, the cuts so deep they revealed the bone; others were scorched by divine power, their charred flesh curling up.

His face was as pale as paper, blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth, and each breath was heavy like a bellows, with a broken gong sounding from his chest.

But he was still standing.

Garr also lost his initial composure.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his long, silvery-white hair was disheveled and scattered over his shoulders, no longer flowing like a waterfall.

The golden armor was cracked in several places, revealing the fair skin underneath, which was covered with bruises.

Although his clothes were also torn in several places, they were much better than Lin Chen's tattered clothes. After all, the foundation of the gods was strong, and the armor on Gal's body was much more durable than the mortal combat uniform on Lin Chen's body.

The two were hundreds of meters apart, and their panting sounds were exceptionally clear in the void.

Seemingly sensing that victory was in sight, Gar relaxed his tense body slightly, and his golden eyes once again revealed that condescending indifference.

"Kid, you've pushed me to this point, you should be proud of yourself."

Garr's tone was no longer calm and composed, nor was it furious; instead, it was a weary, almost pitying sigh.

"It's a pity you've only been rising to prominence for such a short time. Your cultivation techniques and combat skills are too crude, and your understanding of the laws is still too recent. If you were given another five years, I might not even be a match for you."

When he said this, there was a hint of unconscious guilt in his tone.

Only he knew that this battle wasn't entirely fair and square; he arrived six months earlier than agreed. He only managed to arrive ahead of schedule by taking advantage of those two guys, Dark Swamp and Poison Ga.

Given this mortal's rate of progress, if the time really comes in six months, I might not be able to defeat him.

But he wouldn't say those words.

At this moment, Gar slowly drew a long sword.

The sword is entirely silver-white, covered with mysterious and complex runes, each of which flows with golden light, as if it were alive.

With the longsword in hand, Garr's aura surged, and the golden light around him and the runes on the sword complemented each other, turning the entire void into a brilliant golden ocean.

"Do you know, mortal, I didn't even use my full strength just now."

His voice regained its haughty indifference, as if his previous disheveled state was merely an accident.

"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me your secret, and I might let you go!"

Lin Chen coughed twice more, bent over, and spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Blood congealed into dark red beads in the void, slowly dissipating.

The Law of Light of Gard remained within his body, like countless fine needles piercing his meridians, constantly undermining his regenerative abilities.

Normally, he would have recovered most of the injury by now, but now he can only let it worsen.

But he still didn't fall.

He slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and squinted at Gar.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Chen's voice was hoarse, yet carried an unsettling calmness.

Garr frowned slightly.

Lin Chen grinned. Blood was smeared on his teeth, making his smile somewhat eerie.

"You said my cultivation techniques are crude, my combat skills are poor, and my understanding of the laws is still too recent."

He repeated Garr's words, word by word, as if savoring their absurdity: "You say you didn't give it your all... then how do you know I did?"

Before the words were even finished, the void trembled.

The space around Lin Chen suddenly distorted, and three figures that were exactly the same as his emerged from the void.

It was not a phantom, not an illusion, but a real entity—the Blood Shadow Clone.

Each clone was dressed in the same tattered clothes as Lin Chen, but they had no wounds, their auras were full, and their divine power was abundant, forming a stark contrast to the wounded appearance of the original body.

Without hesitation, the three clones rushed towards Gar the moment they appeared.