Chapter 627 The Power of One Palm
James could feel that he was definitely no match for the woman's phantom. But James wasn't afraid of her; he was more interested in the so-called Foundation Building.
"Even if you say you're letting me go, I'm not buying it. I just wanna know—what's this Foundation Building thing? Mind breaking it down for me?"
Darsha's expression didn't change, but her eyes never left James. Although James's face was calm, he was a bit nervous inside.
After a while, the woman's phantom said faintly, "I can spare you, but you have to take one of my strikes. If you survive, then this matter will be over! As for Foundation Building, knowing about it won't be of any use to you."
James felt a bit helpless. He couldn't beat her, and if she didn't want to tell him, there was nothing he could do. So James nodded and said, "Alright, bring it on!"
James jumped out of the square and landed in a small park outside, looking up at Darsha in the sky, with energy already surging through his body. Darsha in the sky glanced at James indifferently, then extended a slender hand and raised it slightly in the air.
James didn't dare to be careless, knowing that the person in the sky was definitely not weaker than his teacher, the Sword God.
"Bring it on!"
James's move was ready, but Darsha's expression didn't change at all. The hand she extended suddenly pressed down fiercely, and everyone was shocked to see a huge palm print several feet wide descending from the sky.
When James saw the palm print, he was shocked, not because of its power, but because he felt a familiar aura from it!
The palm print came down so fast it ripped through the air, creating a deafening whoosh. And the pressure? It was like a ton of bricks dropped on James's shoulders, making his legs wobble like Jell-O.
James let out a furious roar at the sky, realizing Darsha wasn't playing around—she was going for the kill. His veins popped on his forehead as he channeled every ounce of energy he had, and for a second, he felt a little less crushed.
"Even if you're a god, you can't kill me!" he bellowed.
With that, he unleashed the move he'd been prepping, hurling it straight up at the sky. "Stop it!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
James unleashed all his energy because if he couldn't withstand this strike, he would be dead.
But what James didn't see was that when he unleashed his move, a trace of astonishment flashed across Darsha's calm face. Following this astonishment, the force of the palm print pressing down on James was reduced by more than half.
James's palm finally collided with Darsha's palm print, and the massive collision of forces created ripples in the air, blowing the worshippers off their feet.
The scrawny zealot smirked, "This dude's got the guts to mess with Darsha? He's asking for it!"
"Once he's gone, Darsha's rep's gonna skyrocket, and our temple's gonna be the talk of Aetheria!" others chimed in.
The zealot's eyes lit up, nodding eagerly. If his temple gained fame, nothing else would even matter.
While a few people whispered, James in the sky finally couldn't hold on, spitting out blood and being thrown to the ground, creating cracks in the concrete.
"Is he dead?"
"He should be dead, didn't you see the road crack?"
"Young people are too impulsive!"
As everyone was busy chattering, the little zealot led his crew to kneel before Darsha, shouting, "Darsha is mighty! Darsha is unstoppable!"
"Darsha is unstoppable!" the crowd echoed, all dropping to their knees in unison. But the phantom woman didn't even glance their way—her gaze was locked on the spot where James had crashed.
"You're really gunning for me, huh?" A raspy cough cut through the air. Everyone turned, stunned, to see James—bloodied, battered, and barely standing—struggling to his feet, clutching his arm. His aura was faint, almost gone, and everyone stared at him like he was some kind of unkillable beast.
The scrawny zealot, the big shot among them, pointed at James, stunned, "How… how the hell are you still alive?"
James didn't even bother glancing at the little guy. He looked up at Darsha in the sky, then said with mock respect, "Thanks for pulling your punch!"
Even though he was banged up bad, James knew damn well that if Darsha hadn't dialed it back big-time, he'd be toast—literally ground beef.
The shimmering figure in the sky didn't bat an eye at his words. She gave him one last look, then her voice echoed down, "This is done. You can leave!"
Without waiting for James to reply, her form started to vanish. The worshippers dropped to their knees and shouted in unison, "Farewell, Darsha!"
Only the little zealot and his crew were left standing there, frozen. James just shook his head, let out a sigh, and walked off.
But as James turned to leave, a ghostly voice hit his ears, "That last bit of juice was Foundation Building power. If you can level up to that, maybe we'll cross paths again. They call me Jade Sword."
James froze, then glanced at the fading rainbow glow in the sky, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Jade Sword, huh? We'll meet again. It's just the fifth stage of the Extreme Pathway. No biggie."
Yep, even though James was only at the peak of the fourth stage, he could tell that Jade Sword's attack had some serious fifth-stage vibes from the Extreme Pathway. So James figured that's what Jade Sword meant by Foundation Building.
Although injured, James was in high spirits. But after taking a few steps, a car stopped in front of him, "James, are you okay?"
Sidney jumped out of the car, shocked to see James in such a sorry state. But James, in high spirits, said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, let's go, we'll talk later."
With that, the two got into the car and quickly disappeared into the traffic. In the direction they disappeared, several taxis quietly followed their car.
In the car, Sidney, who was driving, asked James, "Did you get into trouble?"
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