Chapter 11689 — Wanting to Blow Song Monarch Apart With Pure Speed; Ye Yinxiao's Purpose in Adding a Full-Speed Battle Anthem to Wei Zhao's Unorthodox Style Lay Precisely There

But the result was that Monarch Song remained utterly unruffled.

His movement technique truly was not as fast as Wei Zhao's, yet he could respond in advance to every one of Wei Zhao's attacks.

This was not some overpowered predictive ability—it was pure, unadulterated combat experience.

Inside the arena and out, everyone watching came away with a single impression.

Seasoned.

"Want to blow Monarch Song apart with speed? Heh, Wei Zhao really thinks he's something."

Prince Di Xuan sneered without end.

The rest did not voice their agreement, but at the words they all nodded along.

They all knew well just how unfathomably deep Monarch Song's strength ran; so long as he had no mind to hold back, there was no way a rookie candidate like Wei Zhao could tear through it.

Wei Zhao had truly and squarely kicked a steel plate.

Just then, Xiao Tiao wore an expression of keen interest: "That's not necessarily so."

Everyone turned to look.

Had such words come from anyone else's mouth, they would have earned nothing but a heap of contempt—but standing at Xiao Tiao's height, he genuinely had the standing to say it.

After all, he had been of the same cohort as Monarch Song and Cao Kuang, and every last trainee of that cohort, no matter how earth-shakingly brilliant, had been beaten by his hand.

Without a single exception.

Especially since the gap between them had not been a matter of a hair's breadth, but a sheer cliff of a drop.

It was no exaggeration to say that Xiao Tiao was an existence on an entirely different tier; the remaining trainees, however brightly their stars shone in a cluster, had no qualification to be mentioned in the same breath as him.

Prince Di Xuan, however, was somewhat unconvinced: "Instructor Xiao, aren't you overrating Wei Zhao a bit? I believe Senior Song will hold back, but so long as he doesn't, with that little ability of Wei Zhao's, he'll never peel off even a single layer of true fate from him in this lifetime."

Xiao Tiao smiled: "Speed is Monarch Song's weak point. He's already nearing his limit."

Everyone looked at one another.

It had not been a day or two since they came to know Monarch Song, yet they had never heard that speed was his weak point.

In their past impressions, Monarch Song's movement speed, even if not first-rate, was at least upper-middle—nowhere near the point where it could be called a weak point.

Little did they know, speed was indeed not a weak point for Monarch Song in any absolute sense, but relative to himself it could already be called a shortcoming.

Only, for a beast of his caliber, even a shortcoming was far longer than other people's strengths.

Be that as it may, the crowd still did not favor Wei Zhao.

Even if it was as Xiao Tiao said, and Monarch Song's speed had now been pushed to its limit, with no further climb possible.

By the same token, Wei Zhao's side had likewise reached its limit.

Unless Wei Zhao still held some other trump card in reserve.

Such a possibility was not unthinkable—any candidate who could be recommended for training here would have some ace held in hand.

The problem was that these aces could only be called aces in their own worlds; once they reached the Heavenly Dao Academy, they amounted at best to a pile of junk cards.

Just as they faced true fate and could not break even a single layer despite going all out—how could such cards be worth keeping as trump cards?

And then, just when everyone thought Wei Zhao had exhausted his tricks and was about to fall short at the final step, faint lightning suddenly flickered over Wei Zhao's body.

It was called lightning, but the color was the same dark red as Thunder Flash.

In nearly an instant, the entire site went dark, shrouded entirely in dark red lightning.

The crowd's hearts pounded at the sight.

This was not deliberate on Wei Zhao's part; it was purely that his movement speed had abruptly grown more than five times faster, and the afterimages left in his wake alone were already a stretch of dark red.

Prince Di Xuan's eyelids twitched wildly: "He's actually mastered Thunder Instant too? How is that possible?"

Like Thunder Flash, Thunder Instant was one of Cao Kuang's signature paradigm results back in the day, but the difference lay in this: Thunder Flash was a burst of lethality, whereas Thunder Instant existed to push speed to its utmost!

It was by this very Thunder Instant that Cao Kuang's mobility had towered above his peers; apart from cliff-gap monsters like Xiao Tiao, anyone else—even if their strength was not beneath his—would end up battered black and blue once they faced him.

For no other reason than that he was simply too fast, truly too hard to handle.

Precisely because of this, after Cao Kuang advanced to the Divine Realm, he had also earned the title of Instant God.

In a mere three days, Wei Zhao's mastery of Thunder Flash was already a remarkable showing; and now he had mastered Thunder Instant as well?

Were the paradigms Cao Kuang devised really so approachable?

While the crowd stood dumbfounded, a dark gleam amidst the many dark red afterimages flashed by and vanished in an instant.

The next second, all the dark red afterimages vanished in a flash, and everything returned to calm.

Everyone stared blankly at Monarch Song, at a loss for how to react.

At this moment, only six layers of true fate remained on his body.

In other words, that one Thunder Flash from Wei Zhao had directly carried off two layers of his true fate!

Ye Yinxiao was instantly overjoyed.

Her volunteering to join hands with Wei Zhao had in essence been a grand gamble; if the bet were lost, then no matter whether the others were eliminated, there would certainly be one among them—her.

Fortunately, Wei Zhao had not disappointed her.

Off to the side, Liu Han, watching coldly, saw this and his gaze flickered.

Until just moments ago, he had not felt himself much inferior to Wei Zhao; the power of his Bone Bomb was no less than Thunder Flash—at most they each had their own strengths.

At least, that was what he himself believed.

After all, judging by results, Wei Zhao's Thunder Flash had just stripped off one layer of true fate, and his Bone Bomb could do the same—no substantive difference.

But now, Wei Zhao had suddenly wiped out two layers at once, and this truly left him unable to hold it together.

However proud he might be, he could no longer keep deceiving himself.

In the arena, beneath the painted-face mask, Monarch Song's eyes were faintly complicated.

"Thunder Instant doesn't just raise speed—it also boosts the power of lightning paradigms. To grasp that this quickly, your comprehension is higher than that thing's."

The crowd was baffled.

Who? Higher than whom?

Wei Zhao himself understood: the other party must be referring to Cao Kuang, the originator.

Wei Zhao pinched his nose: "Instructor flatters me. It was pure blind luck."

Monarch Song's gaze turned strange: "You like pinching your nose when you lie?"

"..."

Wei Zhao froze for a moment, then grinned: "Instructor, don't misunderstand—I generally don't lie."

Monarch Song said seriously: "The lightning paradigms that thing developed essentially use the bioelectricity within the human body as an amplifier. A good idea, but many aspects are still imperfect—for instance, after every use of a lightning paradigm, the whole body itches, especially the nose."

Wei Zhao was astonished: "Instructor, are you very close with that senior?"

Monarch Song thought about it: "So-so."

At that very moment, far away in the outer domain, a certain Instant God locked in bitter battle with evil demons suddenly yawned and cursed foully: "Damn it, which bastard is badmouthing me again?" (End of this chapter)