Apotheosis

Without uttering a single word, the Snake Spirit King wandered in the black cloud. Afterward, he launched another attack on Zen.

At this point, Zen was already seriously injured. His body was covered in cuts.

The Snake Spirit King's plan was to finish Zen before he could fully recover.

As soon as the Snake Spirit King activated the Probability Extreme Form, a thousand creatures that looked exactly like him appeared in front of Zen. Then, they all came together and charged towards Zen.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A thousand identical versions of the Snake Spirit King brandished their black blades at Zen.

Just a few moments ago, Zen couldn't see the Snake Spirit King's movements. But now, he was able to see them clearly.

There were nearly two thousand black blades hacking down at Zen. But before the blows could land on him, he suddenly vanished into thin air.

In the blink of an eye, Zen reappeared on the edge of the black cloud.

This time, he was not alone. There were nine hundred and ninety-nine duplicates of himself surrounding him.

Adding the original, there were a thousand identical Zens. They stood in a circle on the edge of the black cloud.

"So this is my limit? At most, I can only create nine hundred and ninety-nine versions of myself," Zen muttered under his breath.

"It doesn't seem like I can break through..." he whispered darkly.

"Yes, me neither," the other nine hundred and ninety-nine duplicates replied in chorus.

They sounded like bees buzzing in unison.

"Shut up! Come and fight me!" the Snake Spirit King roared furiously.

He was already getting impatient.

He and the copies of himself dispersed simultaneously. Each of them was going to deal with a Zen.

Once again, the Snake Spirit King brandished and directed his black blades towards Zen. The former's copies did the same and went for Zen's copies.

However, Zen had a different approach.

Instead of fighting him head-on, Zen came up with a sensible plan.

Just like earlier, he disappeared again.

One would be unable to predict the other's movement while they were inside this black cloud.

Even though the Snake Spirit King had mastered the Probability Extreme Form, he still wouldn't be able to foresee Zen's next move. As a result, he and his copies didn't hit their targets.

After a short while, Zen reappeared in the center of the black cloud together with his nine hundred and ninety-nine copies.

The two of them exchanged blows back and forth once more as they activated the Probability Extreme Form at the same time.

The people on the altar and the snake spirits below became even more confused.

They couldn't see the Snake Spirit King a few seconds ago, but they could hear harsh metallic sounds echoing from the black cloud. This meant that the Snake Spirit King was still fighting Zen.

But now, there were no signs of Zen and the Snake Spirit King fighting at all. They couldn't hear any sound. They soon realized that t

thought it was his chance to fight back.

He only uttered a few words before silence fell once more.

He and the Snake Spirit King disappeared again.

Out of the blue, the sound of metal colliding echoed once more.

"Zen has fully recovered! That's good news!"

"So now he's starting to retaliate?"

"He had sustained severe injuries earlier. Yet, he still managed to avoid all of the Snake Spirit King's attacks until now! Zen is incredible!"

Everyone watching the fight from the altar were quite clever. There were no details that could escape them.

The two of them were battling within the black cloud once again.

Zen and the Snake Spirit King kept delivering attacks, blocking them, or avoiding them. They never stopped moving.

Nonetheless, their spectators were unable to follow their actions.

The group of Zen's duplicates closed in on the group of the Snake Spirit King's copies.

Each of Zen's copies attacked its target with moves that differed from the others'.

Meanwhile, each of the Snake Spirit King's copies blocked the attacks and retaliated. It was like watching a well-choreographed dance.

The two of them had fought ten thousand rounds in just about two seconds.

"So, now you have comprehended the Probability Extreme Form as well. But what does it matter? At most, this fight will merely result in a draw. Just face it. You can't even hurt me at all." The Snake Spirit King finally spoke.

Zen remained calm and smiled. "Is the Probability Extreme Form all that mysterious person behind you taught you?"

"What are you getting at?" The Snake Spirit King stared at Zen and frowned.

He didn't know why Zen would say that. But he suddenly had a bad feeling about it.

"Truly, the theurgies from the fifth-grade world are powerful and remarkable. Such a pity. The only thing you mastered is the Probability Extreme Form," Zen replied as he gripped his sharp sword tightly.

Once again, energy flowed out of the cracks on his sword.