"Unbound Wind..."
He gathered every ounce of energy in his body, no longer thinking about faking his death to save himself, nor leaving any escape route behind.
"Everchanging Cloud..."
He poured the very essence of life from his natural body into this move. It was do or die.
"Storm Unification..."
The Divine’s body puffed up like a blowfish on steroids—twenty meters tall, eight stories high, a skyscraper with biceps! Not because he still had any Crimson Force left, but because his natural body needed a supersized chassis to handle all that berserk power.
He pressed his palms together in front of his chest, his whole body glowing gold like a giant Buddha. The Divine threw his head back and roared at the sky, unleashing endless bolts of lightning that crashed outwards in waves like a raging ocean. In a split second, the luxury mansions on Long Island were wiped out by the sea of thunder.
"Mahā Infinite—God Mode: Unlimited Power!!!"
The Divine was radiating lightning from every inch of his body—even his eyes were blazing with purple light. He endured the agony of a thousand bolts tearing through him, using the power of lightning to force his nerves to react even faster. At the same time, the Infinite Tempest amped up all his other abilities. The golden glow around him was so intense it was unreal, like the immortal Buddha’s golden body—untouchable, unbreakable.
With a pull of his hands, a terrifying deep purple thunderbolt appeared again, morphing into a massive spear of purple lightning. It was slightly smaller than last time, but just as devastating.
At that moment, The Divine’s presence once again sent a shockwave of terror through all of New York City.
Violent storms erupted, giving poor Long Island another thrashing. The aura was so intense it whipped a platinum mop a hundred meters away. Even the hair tips fizzed with static—The Divine’s electric field was off the charts. With all the extra baggage ditched, The Divine’s raw power was just as wild as when he tried to juggle everything at once.
Jill Young just watched, deadpan, not even bothering to heckle. She flicked her blade, sparks crackling, and—because why should he have all the fun?—started super-sizing herself too!
She tapped into the power of the red energy.
But here’s the difference: The Divine relied entirely on external power, while Jill Young just used the red energy as a key to unlock her own treasure trove. She wasn’t dependent on it.
Ever since she condensed her Dragon Force, her body could shapeshift at will. When she turned into the old eunuch, nobody suspected a thing. When she became Jeteng Eagle, she could fool a whole gang of crooks into complete confusion. As long as she stuck to the rules of material conservation, her shapeshifting was seriously OP.
But now, as her body started leveling up into the supernatural, that shapeshifting ability finally broke free of the usual limits and was evolving toward full-on mythic nonsense.
Her Fivefold Dragon Force belted out a tune, and the five dragons—each with their own attitude—finally fused into one. Sunfire tattoos blazed, power veins tangled, meridians and magic circuits hooked up like a cosmic subway map, and her acupoints glittered like a disco ball at the universe’s biggest party.
The old Fivefold Dragon Force was just five times the strength of a single dragon. Plus, since two Dragon Forces couldn’t go into the same limb, you had to use tricky techniques to link them up. It wasn’t a big deal for a martial arts master, but it could be a pain sometimes. Like, if you wanted to unleash all five dragons’ power with just one finger—forget about it.
Now, with the Dragon Forces fully fused, it was multiplicative! Fivefold Dragon Force was now sixteen times the strength of a single dragon! Just the numbers alone were triple the boost. And when they merged into one big dragon, she could control it like her own arm—one strike, and it was a full sixteen times the power!
This was one of the Eight Force Fist moves Jill Young had been trying to invent forever, but every time she got close, it would slip away like her grandma’s secret dumpling recipe:
Burst Force—Sky-Tilter!
Picture a giant flexing, bracing the heavens, stomping the earth, tilting the sky back into place—a move that cranks up raw power by sixteen times. It’s the next-gen version of the old Limit Break. And if she ever wrangles more Dragon Force, this Sky-Tilter could go totally bonkers—unstoppable, world-shaking, maybe even legendary!
A triple boost in power needed a body three times bigger to handle it.
With a sizzle and a pop, Jill Young shot up from five-foot-nine to a whopping eighteen feet tall. Her Dreadwing Armor, a fully-leveled-up supernatural suit, grew right alongside her—no awkward gaps, no wardrobe malfunctions. Even the Mystic Crown Artifact in her hand wasn’t about to be left behind; it started stretching and morphing too, racing the armor for style points.
Her height and leg length stayed perfectly proportional, but the aura—deep as the abyss, hellish—shot sky-high, raging through the land. As her body grew, The Divine, who’d been a hundred meters away, was suddenly right up close. Jill’s overwhelming presence even made The Divine’s own aura shake and flicker.
The Divine gritted his teeth with a crunch, his powerful calves springing into action and blasting a crater into the ground. Roaring, he lunged forward with his massive purple lightning spear.
Faced with the spear, Jill Young calmly raised her Mystic Crown Artifact. The artifact roared with excitement—she knew it was about to become a true weapon. This was the final stage: she had to choose, from countless possibilities, what the artifact’s true form would be.
What kind of Mystic Divine Weapon do I really want? Jill Young wondered, then stopped thinking. No need to worry—Mystic Divine Weapons are all about mysterious power. This blazing light in her hand wasn’t just a weapon, it was an extension of her will, a partner through life and death.
I’ll let you choose for yourself!
I believe that no matter what you become, you’ll be the one who fits me best—the one who understands me most.
I’m giving you the right to choose your own future. My job now is to use the blood of this 'Second Best Under Heaven' to forge your edge. My job is to give you a name that rings out. In the endless future, your name will become part of my legend, echoing through infinite worlds!
The Mystic Crown Artifact bellowed and twisted, morphing like a cocoon ready to burst. With the purple lightning spear barreling in, Jill Young stepped up, cool as ever, and jabbed forward—KABOOM!!
The blast sent turf flying for miles, shockwaves rippling the ground like a sideways sand timer—waves stacked up on both sides. Purple lightning sprayed everywhere, its wild energy forging the golden artifact. The artifact wriggled and fought, tough as a bug’s cocoon, and after each struggle—crack! A jagged fissure split the gold shell.
The Divine was over the moon, then instantly spooked—because that crack wasn’t a death knell, but a sign the cocoon was about to hatch. It was the dawn of a butterfly moment!
Crack, crack, crack—the golden shell kept splintering, and inside, a hulking, heavyweight blade was muscling its way into shape.