Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Runes flowed, and lightning crackled. He didn't blast the lightning rune at Maki, but instead absorbed it into his palm.

Blue and white arcs of electricity exploded from his palm, coiling around his arm and intertwining with the golden light mantra flowing within his body.

He rushed towards Maki.

It's not a sword, it's a fist.

The golden light membrane of the Golden Light Mantra covered the body surface, and the electric arcs of the Thunder Magic jumped on the fist. The two forces combined and condensed into a dazzling ball of light on the fist.

Maki parried with her sword, her fist striking the blade, causing lightning to explode and illuminating the entire training ground with a golden-purple light.

She was knocked back several steps, the blade still crackling with electric arcs, and her hand went numb.

Yu Ren gave her no chance to catch her breath, raining down punches and kicks like a storm.

He didn't use brute force, he used skill.

The golden light membrane attached to the fist intertwined with the lightning arc, and each collision exploded with dazzling flames.

Maki used her sword as a shield to block, dodge, and counterattack, but Yuuto was too fast and too powerful, and every punch hit her weakest point.

Another fist-shaped beam of light appeared.

Blue and white electric arcs wrapped around the golden light membrane, leaving a dazzling streak in the night sky, heading straight for Maki's face.

Maki gritted her teeth and held Feng Huo in front of her as a shield.

The fist struck the blade, sending her flying through the air, crashing through the wooden fence surrounding the training ground, scattering wood fragments everywhere.

Maki stood up from the splintered wood. There was more blood at the corner of her mouth, and her left sleeve was torn, revealing a purplish-blue bruise underneath.

But her eyes changed; they were no longer filled with the restlessness of someone trapped in a bottleneck, but with a sharpness that seemed about to break free of its cage.

Yuuto did not rush to attack again.

He took out several small magical artifacts from the system space. The dark gold artifacts spun around his fingertips, then floated around him, slowly rotating.

These are all creations crafted by divine craftsmanship. Although Yu Ren has exchanged for them for some time and created quite a few things, he has yet to find a suitable use case for them.

I'll use it today.

You still have a lot

Yu Ren raised his hand, and the Golden Light Mantra condensed into a light shield in his palm. He slammed his fist into the light shield, and the shockwave spread outwards, causing the ground of the training ground to shatter inch by inch.

But Yuuto's hand didn't flinch; he caught the punch.

Then he pushed back, and lightning exploded in his palm, blue and white arcs of electricity blasting towards Maki along the light shield.

Maki dodged to the side, but the electric arc was too fast, grazing her waist and leaving a charred mark.

The two of them stepped back at the same time.

Yuuto didn't give her a moment to catch her breath.

The divinely crafted artifacts spun around him, their dark golden surfaces tracing streaks in the air.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and the divine creation flew into his palm as if it were alive, transforming into a short blade between his five fingers.

Maki grasped the flaming sword, and drew it from its sheath.

This was the first time she had drawn this top-grade cursed weapon in front of Yuuto. Sparks danced on the blade, and the edge reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

The two rushed out at the same time.

Sword and blade lights intertwined in the night, the inky sword energy carrying lightning clashing with the crimson blade light of Feng Huo.

Each collision created a shockwave, carving deep furrows into the training ground.

Yu Ren wielded the Flowing Cloud Sword with effortless skill, unleashing a series of fluid and graceful moves: Ink-covered Mountains, Chaotic Clouds and Shattered Shadows, Flowing Clouds Piercing the Sun.

The Flowing Cloud Sword specializes in swordsmanship, using Qi to control the sword, achieving oneness with the sword, and creating layers of sword energy like waves.

Maki's swordsmanship was sharp and decisive, each strike aimed at Yuu's vital points.

The flames were incredibly sharp, with immense cutting power; wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

But she couldn't hit it.

Yuu's steps were light and graceful, his lightning teleportation and the movement of the Flowing Cloud Sword were combined, allowing him to move with ease amidst Maki's attacks.

Every strike landed in empty air, every slash was easily deflected.

True gods and tyrants can see through spells and predict actions. But Maki can't yet.

Yuuto brandished his sword, and Mo Zheshan emerged again, his sword energy forcing Maki back several steps.

Instead of giving chase, he took out a dark gold magic artifact from his system space.

That was a spirit-binding lock he had crafted using divine craftsmanship, specifically designed to restrict the movements of sorcerers.

“That’s enough,” Yuuto said.

Maki stood still, her chest heaving violently.

She had several more scars on her body, but her eyes showed no sign of retreat.

Yuuto looked at her, and he understood perfectly well.

With her dual abilities, a mere infusion of magical power into her body would render her a cripple.

The Heavenly Tyrant's body is not immune to curse power; she cannot defend against any form of curse power attack, which is her greatest weakness.

The same applies to the transformation of a real person through non-action. Once you touch her, you can directly alter her soul, and she has no magical power to resist.

But Yuto did not do that.

After all, the goal was to help him complete the second awakening of Heaven and Tyrant, not to defeat her quickly.

Maki charged again, her flames sweeping across the battlefield, and crimson blade light exploding from the edge.

Yu Ren didn't dodge. He raised his hand, and the golden light membrane of the spell condensed in his palm, forcefully catching the blade's edge.

Crimson and gold intertwined, and dust stirred up by the night wind swirled around them, obscuring the silhouettes of the two figures facing each other.

"Not enough." Yuuto grabbed the blade, unleashing a burst of lightning from his palm, sending Maki flying with blue and white arcs of electricity.

Maki crashed to the ground and slid several meters away. She used the knife to support herself as she stood up, the wound on her left arm reopening, blood dripping from her fingertips.

"Not enough!" Yuuto's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached her ears. "Your power isn't absolute, your senses aren't sharp enough. You're still seeing with your eyes and guessing with your body. The true Heaven and Tyrant aren't like this."

Maki gritted her teeth and charged forward again.

This time, she was even faster. The ground beneath her feet cracked, sending debris flying.

Yu Ren didn't move, and the Tai Chi diagram beneath his feet lit up again.

He didn't dodge; instead, he raised his left hand, and the red light of his hands gathered in his palms. He didn't need to dodge; he only needed to press down gently.

But his hand didn't fall; it merely blocked her blade.

Maki's power surged in an instant.

That wasn't a rational, controllable way of getting stronger; it was an instinctive reaction when the body was pushed to its limits on the brink of life and death.

Her attacks were no longer methodical or systematic; they were purely an instinctive outburst of violence.

Each strike was faster than the last, each one accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, each one aimed at Yu Ren's vital points.

Her senses began to sharpen, allowing her to perceive the flow of magical energy within Yuuto and the intent behind his every move.

That perception wasn't visual; it was a more primal intuition.

This is the second awakening of Heaven and the Tyrant, not an increase in power, but a qualitative change in perception.

Yuuto's lips curled up slightly.

He got what he was waiting for.

He stopped dodging, raised his right hand, and red light gathered in his palm, ready to block the attack.

But the strike came faster than he had anticipated.

Feng Huo's blade sliced ​​across his side, making a shallow cut.

Yuuto glanced down at his wound, then looked up at Maki.

Maki was looking at him too. There was a sharpness in her eyes that I had never seen before.

“Not enough,” Yuuto said, “but much better than before.”

He gave her no chance to catch her breath, and with a smooth Tai Chi Cloud Hands movement, he struck Maki in the chest with his palm.

The force wasn't great, but the shockwave, imbued with a powerful aura, forced Maki back several steps.

Maki steadied herself and pounced again, her sword flashing even more fiercely than before.

She began to be able to predict Yu Ren's attack route, sense the direction of the Tai Chi diagram's rotation, and see the weak points of the Golden Light Mantra membrane.

She still couldn't hit it.

But the gap is narrowing.

Yu Ren raised his hand, and the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic condensed on his fist to meet Feng Huo's blade.

Their swords and fists clashed, the shockwave sending both of them staggering back several steps. Yuuto regained his footing, as did Maki, who was still holding the Flame.

That's not enough; she needs more pressure.

Youren activated all the functions of the Divine Refinement Creation, and the two magical artifacts spun rapidly around him, emitting a deep hum.

Tongtianlu·Wuleifu.

Dozens of talismans took shape at his fingertips, and lightning poured down like a torrential rain.

Maki weaved through the lightning, using her sword to block when she couldn't dodge. The lightning scorched the blade of Feng Huo's sword, leaving burn marks, and her arm was also burned by the electric arcs, but she didn't retreat.

Her eyes began to adjust to Youren's speed, and she was able to catch the trajectory of the lightning strikes. But that wasn't enough; she needed more.

The crimson blade of fire in his hand slashed towards Youren.

Yu Ren did not back down.

He raised his right hand.

The red light from both hands gathered in their palms and was aimed at Maki.

She was sprinting, without slowing down.