Lord Jara isn’t about to let Galenight create distance between them as he’s a mid range, he couldn’t afford for Galenight’s arrows. The ground beneath him, and all around began to wiggle and within, flesh vines in their hundreds broke through stones, their knife like thorns creating sparks on the ground as they crawled forward with astonishing speed.

At the same time, Lord Jara mixed short distance teleportation together with a technique that gave him a burst of acceleration, narrowing and shrinking the distance between them.

Galenight though seems prepared for this. With his hands on the bow, three or seven heads that flickered with faint lightning quickly combined and turned into an arrow that fit into the body.

Whirrr!

Galenight drew the bow and a buzzing sound filled the air as if the very string was vibrating in the bones and stones of the ground!

Lord Jara got within striking distance and was already in the process of his Hundred Whip technique when the arrow was released.

The arrow sounded like explosion as it immediately began to break the sound barrier on its way forward. A streak of bright white light that raised the air.

Lord Jara cursed and quickly, his raising hands showed their flexibility as they curled around and warped around him like a python, covering him from head to toe.

He took the arrow attack head on!

Bam!

The attack hit with a splash of lightning that leaped up and burned the flesh vines on the ground. Lord Jara was shoved backwards and his muscles shook slightly from the lightning. And a shallow flesh wound appeared on his hand!

He was reinforcing his body with his essence and yet the arrow still wounded him! He looked deeply at it as the wound healed. "I’ve long since heard of your arrows, Galenight but this is the first time I will be witnessing it. What a formidable attack you have!"

Galenight didn’t reply. He has indeed created so much distance that no matter what, Lord Jara won’t have an easy time getting to him.

The man also locked down the space around him with his will so that’s also out of the way. Besides, they are both at the same rank which meant that any teleportation’s destination he took will be known by his opponent. Same as for him too.

Lord Jara’s face darkened as he looked at him and calculated the distance.

Galenight calmly fitted another arrow, the head buzzing with more lightning. He pulled the string and released it.

Whirrl!

Another streak of silver lightning cut across the air, and arrived at Lord’s Jara in a blink. It was even faster than earlier arrow!

But that also mean he was ready and he blocked the attack with his hands again. The next moment though, before Galenight could pull another arrow, Jara turned around and fled.

Galenight froze in surprise. "Eh? You’re running away?"

And he was!

Lord Jara shot forward toward the tower, his figure blurring as he used repeated teleportation to boost himself forward to quickly cross the distance.

Galenight understand then. Jara was going for the Grandmaster fighting in the tower!

Since Shrouded Palm is not the same rank as him, he decided to take care of him first!

Galenight cursed and without hesitation he ran in pursuit. He had not expected Lord Jare to use a move like that! "Don’t you have any shame? You’re going to fight someone weaker than you!"

Even as was cursing, he was also releasing arrows. Each faster than the previous one.

It was the artifact. It made each arrows shot from it to be faster with each use. There’s no limit too, the only downside is that the string became difficult to pull with each pull until user reach the limit of their strengths. Once they stop, the arrow will also go into a cool down period.

Lord Jara took an arrow to the back before he vanished into the tower. Immediately he disappeared into it, the tower flared into more light, gearing up to shield itself.

When Galenight reached the tower his mood turned even more gloomy. He realized that all the powers in the tower has been used to reinforced the shield. No matter what he would break the shield but that would also gave Jara enough to deal with Shrouded Palm.

The gaps between the Grandmaster in the same rank is like heaven and earth. Although techniques, aspects, artifact can still help. But on average, the gap is a mountain that cannot be crossed.

Lord Jara did not need to listen to the sound of battle as he immediately arrived at the site, brought along by the tower. He appeared just in time to see his subordinate die before Shrouded Palm!

Precisely why he rushed back was because his subordinate isn’t a combat knight but an alchemist!

Lord Jara’s eyes darkened as he looked at the True Form of Shrouded Palm.

Grandmaster, when they reached the rank began to cultivate what is known as True Form. At that stage, their core inherently fuse with them and their techniques become almost inborn. Their bodies can’t handle that kind of power and so True Form is born to be another bodys that can handle their real power. Infact, the human flesh now felt like a disguise for their True Form.

With that level of power they began to touch on the Law that made up their own. The countless laws. Because at the end, all technique leads to a Law and the higher their rank, the higher their grasp they hold in this.

And what does this mean at the core? It’s like slowly turning into something much bigger, the mysteries of the world. Those below the Grandmaster rank are not advised to see True Form as it can destabilized their own power cultivating or even destroy it.

When Lord Jara looked at Shrouded Palm, all he saw was several countless palms. Some are opened and some are clenched, some held weapons, translucent and danger.

Lord Jara said nothing and he immediately showed his own True Form. His body collapse and tore free, his flesh became a sea, an ocean, a river. All made of melted flesh.

The pressure this had on physical world was so strong, far stronger than Shrouded Palm. The tower groaned painfully in response and began to collapse from the inside.

True Form can’t be fully described. Because most times it’s not a single shape or something. It’s not a defined shape, sometimes it’s simply there, a concept. But still, the human brain will still find a way to shape it.

Thus, Shrouded Palm is made of countless palms and Lord Jara is a river of flesh.

Without hesitation the two clashed. The resulting explosion destroyed countless buildings, the pressure builds and spread. Those who are still in the tower found themselves in a dire position. Those in the Knight and Errant Knights collapsed, most directly dying. Those that did not won’t have an easy life for a while.

Master Knights groaned and fell to their knees as it felt as if hot iron have been plugged into their core.

Fighting between True Form are also a bit different.

The river of flesh tried to swallow the palms. But the palms are evading...they are shrouded! Appearing now and there, trying to cut off river of flesh but the river is simply too strong, the pressure too great for it.

Suddenly though, Lord Jara realized something! Although he has no physical eyes at the moment, he looked down and saw a great sword and a single palm.

Shrouded Palm destroyed all other palms and created a sword almost the size of the tower and yet it fit into that room. It was his life strongest attack. And while he was building up the technique he shrouded it from sense and distracted Lord Jara.

Now though, everything was revealed!

Vibration came from the sword, turning It into words. "Concealed Sword!"

Just then, a great power radiated from the sword. The power acted on Lord Jara!

He found that his flesh river began to shrink. His river was getting shrouded, slowly but surely! Leaving him as a small pound in an instant.

Eh?

He could see feel the rest of the flesh river. They are connected and at the same time disconnected to him. But the most important that is, he can’t control them at the moment!

Which means he’s now easier to cut since the river isn’t so big or so great.

Lord Jara felt what was akin to a chill as he began to flexed his power, hurriedly growing his river, manipulating and creating more flesh.

But will that be enough?

The sword cut upward.

And the flesh river was cut into two.

The tower trembled as the sword continues upward. And with the shield already weakling from Galenight, it was directly cut into two. The clouds high in the sky were cut.

In that moment, silence fell in the surrounding areas.