God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 711

Even from a great distance, that power was enough to set one's scalp tingling.

"His strength has surged yet again. How could this be?"

Lucien’s expression darkened instantly as he witnessed the approaching Star Reaching Hand.

Ethan’s combat prowess had vastly surpassed his expectations.

The massive Star Reaching Hand loomed over Lucien, descending with crushing weight.

He pressed his palms together to form a seal, while the freezing divine power within his Dantian circulated wildly, gathering into his hands.

"Icy Heaven-Suppressing Finger," he growled in a low tone.

A blue sigil manifested before him. Unleashed icy divine power surged outward, instantly condensing into a giant finger of solid ice.

The frozen digit protruded from the heart of the seal, thrusting forward to collide with Ethan’s signature technique.

Battles at the Perfect Supreme level were truly this harrowing.

Every exchange threatened to shatter the heavens and level the earth.

Every strike was designed to kill.

One moment of laxity meant certain doom.

Forced to take Ethan's power seriously, Lucien now treated his opponent with the respect reserved for an equal.

He had poured nearly seventy percent of his total power into this single strike.

He brimmed with absolute certainty. This technique was a Holy-grade Spiritual technique.

Given Ethan’s current strength, blocking it entirely was an impossible feat. A single exposed gap would allow Lucien to land a decisive blow.

"Ethan, I acknowledge you have the right to stand against me, but you lack the power to block this," Lucien sneered.

"Cannot block it?"

"It appears Your Excellency still underestimates the board," Ethan replied, his composure completely unshaken.

"Arrogant fool. Don't weep when you find yourself meeting your end without knowing why," Lucien spat coldly.

The radiant Star Reaching Hand smashed into the massive Icy Heaven-Suppressing Finger. Terrifying icy divine power rolled over the area like a tidal wave.

Ethan’s expression grew severe. He tightened his fist intensely.

"Detonate."

High in the night sky, the gargantuan hand that obscured the heavens suddenly clenched into a fist, grinding the icy finger into oblivion.

Moments later, the Star Reaching Hand flared with brilliant intensity.

The star power and divine power within began to swell, forcing cracks to rupture across its surface. Blinding light poured out from every fissure.

The next instant, the Star Reaching Hand erupted.

Dazzling starlight swallowed the night. The icy finger shattered as well, its violent, freezing energy wreaking havoc while mingling with the celestial light.

For a fleeting moment, the heavens became a hazy, mottled blur. Both Ethan and Lucien were enveloped by the chaos.

As the radiance dimmed, a streak of azure light pierced through the energy storm.

Observers realized it was Ethan.

He had successfully weathered a devastating attack from the Moonfall Clan’s Holy Son.

A Holy-grade Spiritual technique from a Perfect Supreme, yet Ethan had nullified it while relying strictly on his cultivation as a peak Upper Supreme.

It was simply incomprehensible.

The crowd watched, stunned into silence.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, tracking the center of the storm.

He was truly worthy of the title of Moonfall Clan Holy Son.

Despite standing at the heart of such a violent detonation, Lucien appeared entirely untouched. His aura remained stable, his breathing only rhythmically accelerated.

Ethan was no lesser fighter; he remained uninjured, having only exhausted a portion of his store of power.

His eyes remained fixed on the storm, yet after a few moments, his brows furrowed.

A blue flash bolted from the debris—clearly Lucien.

With a grave expression, he charged at Ethan, wielding a long spear fashioned entirely from solid ice.

He had never imagined Ethan could perfectly negate his assault and emerge from the fallout unscathed.

The realization left him astonished and struggling to accept the outcome.

"Ethan, forfeit your life!"

Lucien tore through the atmosphere.

He closed the gap within seconds. Dodging and weaving, his movements were ghost-like.

Each step he took froze the surrounding air, leaving a thick layer of frost in his wake.

The entire sequence happened in a blink. The onlookers caught only a flash of blue light before the Moonfall Clan’s Holy Son stood directly before Ethan.

"Lucien is formidable. Such a terrifying explosion failed to scratch him."

"Indeed, but this unknown cultivator Ethan is equally terrifying."

"To battle Lucien to a draw while merely at the peak Upper Supreme realm..."

"Far too strong. Is this the standard for true geniuses?"

The witnesses felt their blood run hot with intense envy.

"Ethan’s aura is rising again. He must be utilizing some hidden art to boost his cultivation."

"To trade blows evenly with Lucien... Truly, there is always one stronger than the last." The Silvermere Clan’s Great Elder gripped his fists as he watched.

If the Silvermere Clan could produce a child of destiny like Ethan, they would never need to fear for their future.

"Ethan."

"A peak Upper Supreme, and a pure body cultivator at that. He has likely mastered a complete Ancient physical cultivation manual. He even uses a potent amplification technique without showing a single flaw."

"The High Priestess was correct. His talent is well deserving of the label of the Moonfall Clan’s Star of Calamity."

Wilford watched the skirmish, visibly shaken.

"We must ensure this youth does not leave today. If allowed time to flourish, he will inevitably become a hurdle to our Moonfall Clan’s unification of the White North Ice Field," Glacien remarked, his tone profoundly grim.

"Clan Head, notify the Ancestor immediately. He must prepare in case the boy attempts to flee," Jason urged.

"Understood. I shall alert the Ancestor to intercept him. Until then, the burden lies on Lucien."

"Though Ethan’s combat power is savage, his realm falls far short of Lucien's."

"Furthermore, secret boosting techniques possess windows of expiration. He cannot sustain a prolonged engagement. Once the surge wanes, defeat will be inevitable."

Glacien finalized his reasoning and utilized a transmission jade slip to signal the Ancestor at their base.

At the heart of the clash, Lucien’s icy spear thrust toward Ethan’s visage.

With a flicker of thought, a sword manifested in Ethan’s grasp. He swung his arm, executing a horizontal parry.

Blade met spear.

Immediately, they engaged in a frenetic, high-speed exchange of strikes."