Chapter 155 — When Realms Collide
The battlefield did not feel like a sect arena anymore.
It felt like a world split between two storms—
one forged in lightning and pride,
the other in silence and inevitability.
Dust swirled around Lin and Tian as they circled each other, breathing deep, sweat steaming off their bodies under the formation lights. Their earlier exchanges had cracked the arena floor, shattered several layers of protective arrays, and left even the elders struggling to track the subtleties of their movements.
And the subtleties were exquisite.
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1. Cinematic Breakdown of the Duel — Hammer Flow vs. Hammer Will
Tian Moves First
Tian's footwork was lightning-fast—
left stride, pivot, right shift,
a three-step sequence that created a whiplike rotation through his hip and spine.
His hammer came down in a diagonal arc.
Technique: Sky-Anvil Spiral Break
Weight gathered in the hammerhead
Intent compressed along the descending line
A spiral force pattern added rotational lethality
The strike carried enough force to split a mountain ridge.
Lin Responds
Lin inhaled—
the air bending around his chest as gravity shimmered subtly.
He rotated his wrist counterclockwise and shifted his stance precisely three inches.
Technique: Hammer Flow Deflection – Crescent Curve
He borrowed Tian's force
Redirected it downward and away
Reduced the impact point by 61%
Turned Tian's rotation against him
Their hammers collided in a spray of sparks.
BRRRAAANG—CRACK!
The arena rippled.
Direct disciples gasped.
Two elders clenched their fists unconsciously.
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2. The Abyssal Ancestor's Hunt — Across the Void
Far beyond the Titan Realm, in the vast black ocean between worlds…
A roar split the emptiness.
"THERE!
THE SCENT—
THE WORLD I MUST DEVOUR—
THE ONE WHO ESCAPED ME—
I HAVE FOUND YOU!"
The Abyssal Ancestor hurtled through the void, tearing space like rotted cloth.
His form was colossal—
Four wings made of living shadow
Six arms ending in clawed hands
A skull wreathed in abyss flames
Space warping around him as he passed
Behind him streamed a long wake of devoured stars and extinguished sparks—
the remnants of lesser realms consumed for nourishment.
Ahead, a faint resonance pulse shimmered:
The energy signature from Lin's hammer awakening.
The Ancestor roared again.
His speed doubled.
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3. Back in the Arena — Exchanges Grow Fiercer
Lin stepped forward.
A slight shift of his shoulders, a coiling in his calves, a tightening of his grip—
Then—
WHOOMPH!
Lin swung upward.
Technique: Mountain-Reverse Ascending Smash
His hammer carved a rising arc
Gravity bent upward unnaturally
Air condensed in a narrow vertical corridor
The strike targeted Tian's chin and hammer grip simultaneously
Tian blocked just in time.
CLANG!!!
The impact exploded thunder through the arena.
Tian skidded back four steps.
Lin skidded back one.
Gasps rippled outward.
> "He forced Tian back…"
"Is this still an outer disciple…?"
"That hammer—what IS that thing!?"
But Lin wasn't done.
He blurred.
Footwork: Void-Knot Step
A step that compressed distance
A technique blending gravity and explosive momentum
His form flickered like a skipping stone
His hammer descended.
Technique: Jupiter Storm Smash — First Form
A spiraling cyclone formed from compressed air
Red-tinged wind essence howled violently
His hammer carried a downward vortex meant to crush and fling simultaneously
Tian did not dodge.
He roared.
Lightning burst from his pores.
Technique: Sky-Anvil Thunder Guard
Their strikes collided.
BOOOOOOM—SHAAAAAA!!!
Every disciple shielded their eyes.
The elders activated emergency formations.
Even Rowan's brows twitched upward.
And still—
Neither man yielded.
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4. The Void Shivers — The Ancestor Nears the Titan Realm
Across the void, the Ancestor tore through dimensional storms.
"THE RIFT…
THE SCENT…
IT GROWS STRONGER!"
A storm of collapsed space coiled around his wings.
Each beat of his wings shattered a different dimension.
Fragments of broken worlds drifted behind him like dust.
He did not slow.
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5. Duel Escalates — Hammer Arts Erupt
Tian rotated his hammer backward and slammed it into the ground.
BOOOOOOOOM
Shockwaves spiderwebbed outward.
Lin leapt—
But Tian had timed it perfectly.
Technique: Sky-Anvil Ascending Break
A sudden upward burst
Lightning condensed into a blade-like crescent
Force redirected to exploit Lin's midair vulnerability
Lin twisted in midair—
Technique: Hammer Flow — Spiral Redirect
His hammer rotated, dispersing Tian's crescent lightning in a spiral wave.
For a moment—
just a fraction of a heartbeat—
they exchanged a glance.
Tian's grin widened.
> "You're better than I expected."
Lin's eyes sharpened.
> "You haven't shown your real strength."
Tian's aura surged.
Lin's gravity field intensified.
And then—
They charged.
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6. The Ancestor Arrives — Outside the Rift
At the exact same moment…
Deep below the arena—
Inside the abyssal training grounds—
A swirling portal of black flame snapped into existence.
Guards staggered backward in panic.
> "Spatial distortion! Something is coming through!"
"Contact the Sect Master!"
"NOW!"
"No—WAIT—LOOK AT THAT THING—!!!"
A claw pierced the membrane.
A horned head followed.
And the abyss screamed into the Titan Realm.
But it was incomplete.
Its power guttered.
Its aura shriveled.
The Ancestor roared in fury:
"THIS… REALM…
IS TOO HIGH…"
A crushing suppression field slammed into him—
the natural law suppression of the Titan Realm.
He lost 40% of his power instantly.
But even weakened—
He was still a calamity incarnate.
Dark wings unfurled.
Massive claws gripped the rift edges.
And then—
He sensed him.
The boy who escaped.
The boy whose world he needed.
The boy whose existence insulted the abyss.
"LIN!!!!"
He tore upward—
right toward the Titan Arena.
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7. Back in the Arena — The Final Exchange Begins
The Sect Master felt the disturbance.
His pupils shrank.
But before he could intervene—
The duel reached its climax.
Tian unleashed his ultimate technique.
Lightning exploded around him.
Technique: Sky-Anvil Cataclysm Strike
Hammerhead wrapped in condensed lightning aura
A spiral descent trajectory meant to crush through defenses
Enough force to shatter a core disciple's protective treasure
The arena shook.
The sky dimmed.
Air crackled violently.
Lin answered with his own ultimate form.
His hammer hummed—
and gravity bent downward so sharply the air screamed.
Technique: Black Hole Collapse — Hammer Form
Gravity condensed into a single point
Space warped inward
A suction vortex formed around his hammer
All matter within 30 meters pulled toward the impact
It was a strike meant to crush mountains into dust.
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8. The Collision That Never Reaches Its Mark
Both men leapt.
Both hammers descended.
Both ultimate arts roared toward the center of the arena—
And a spatial tear ripped open between them.
SHRRRRAAAAAAAAK—BOOOOOOM
A wave of abyssal fire erupted.
Claws burst through the crack.
A horned head forced itself into the world.
THE ABYSSAL ANCESTOR APPEARED.
Suppressive force smashed into the arena.
Disciples screamed.
Elders rose to their feet.
The Sect Master's aura exploded.
But it was too late—
Tian's and Lin's ultimate techniques were already mid-trajectory.
Their attacks slammed into the Ancestor—