Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 2360: Level? That is unclear (3)

Many in Dark Strip City saw a great expert's blood for the first time that day.

The two energy spears didn't vanish after hitting Baliluwa—they embedded in his body, one in his chest, one in his leg.

Four black ropes connected to various parts of the great expert, freezing him in midair.

Ye Zhongming's hands formed an odd shape—clearly, though the weapon wasn't in his hands, he still controlled it.

But don't forget—he still had a pair of energy arms.

Those arms now detached from his body like two cannonballs, flying at Baliluwa.

Bang! Bang!

The arms struck Baliluwa's head left and right, then shattered. The great expert's head snapped violently side to side—no blood, only crunching sounds.

Ah!!!

Baliluwa roared loudly. The four binding ropes shook violently and, seconds later, burst with a pop.

Ye Zhongming, as if struck by something, staggered back several steps, blood seeping from his mouth. The spear returned to his hand, but its patterns now bore many fine cracks.

Baliluwa's body slowly landed. He straightened, and the two energy spears embedded in him melted like water, vanishing.

He waved his hand as if swatting flies, and the two pairs of energy arms shattered. Then the great expert looked at Ye Zhongming with cold eyes.

He was somewhat disheveled now.

From the earlier attacks, his chest and leg armor were on the verge of disintegrating—two large holes and spreading cracks had destroyed most of the defensive structure.

His head armor was also dented. The plates, already thinner for flexibility, had essentially lost effectiveness.

On his arms and calves, the black chains had been broken, but black marks remained—something seemed to writhe on them. Not creatures, but some substance corroding the equipment with strong acid.

Baliluwa glanced at it, then simply removed his helmet and shed the remaining armor.

Compared to before, his only equipment now was the spear.

The great expert said nothing. He just watched Ye Zhongming steady himself, then charged with his spear.

He must have gone all out—each of Baliluwa's attacks was incredibly fast, too fast for the eye to follow. Ye Zhongming was surrounded by afterimages.

Ye Zhongming defended with all his might. Lotus flowers, shields, beast phantoms appeared to block the attacks around him.

Perhaps hating the mask on Ye Zhongming's face, Baliluwa focused his attacks there. Half a minute later, a spear strike hit it, and the mask shattered, revealing Ye Zhongming's true face.

"So it's you." Baliluwa said.

He recognized Ye Zhongming—almost everyone on this survivor fortress did. The Novice Number One had some reputation among the cosmic races, and Ye Zhongming was a relatively important figure in this Dark Strip City business trip.

Ye Zhongming didn't speak, just resisted the great expert's pressure with all his strength.

Baliluwa's attacks were ferocious—so fierce that even the leaked energy reduced the surrounding streets to rubble. Yet even so, Ye Zhongming occasionally landed a strike. Even at the moment his mask shattered, he attacked, his spear tapping his opponent's shoulder.

Though dodged immediately, it still left a gash on Baliluwa.

It became a pattern: as Baliluwa's attacks continued, Ye Zhongming's equipment was destroyed piece by piece, but Ye Zhongming also left wounds on his opponent.

By the time Ye Zhongming's spear finally shattered, Baliluwa had no fewer than ten wounds.

None too serious, but achieving this in a cross-level challenge earned Ye Zhongming deep respect from the hundreds watching from afar.

Not a great expert, challenging a great expert, fighting to this point, only one weapon short, inflicting so much damage—even if he ultimately lost, he could be proud.

Yes—though Ye Zhongming performed excellently, no one favored him.

Now, without even a weapon, how could he win?

Perhaps Baliluwa thought so too. He stopped, glanced at his companion fighting elsewhere, then raised his spear at Ye Zhongming, as if to say: your time has come.

"You seem... not that impressive."

Ye Zhongming wiped the blood from his mouth and nose. He looked worse for wear, but his tone was as relaxed as if he held the advantage.

You seem not that impressive?

Not just Baliluwa—everyone around was stunned.

Was that something Ye Zhongming should say?

He'd been pressed and beaten for ages. Now weaponless, the next attack might kill him.

And he still said the other wasn't impressive? Had he been beaten senseless?

By now, many race leaders had arrived. Those who had fought alongside Ye Zhongming knew he had the right to say it—but they also didn't understand.

Ye Zhongming hadn't transformed yet. After transforming, he should be able to fight a great expert—no, this Baliluwa wouldn't be his match.

Not to mention White Dragon Horse and Leilei Bird, the flying lifeforms hidden somewhere.

But... why wasn't Ye Zhongming using these abilities? Why let a great expert fight him like this?

"I haven't even used half my strength." Ye Zhongming smiled, then his hands moved slightly. On his body, now without any armor, another set of equipment instantly appeared...

Also Raini-grade, also a set!

This...

Many faces twitched.

One Raini-grade set was already luxurious—what were two? Profligacy?

"Sorry—I was using you to test my pressure resistance, and what level I'm really at. Also, between life and death, one always improves."

This time Ye Zhongming held a saber-and-shield combination.

"I'm not used to spears. This is better." Ye Zhongming patted the shield with his saber and continued, "Today I understood something: once you're near that line, in a way, that line is actually very blurry."

With that, the Cloud Peak King's eyes widened sharply. The ground around him collectively sank over ten centimeters!