Against The Eternity Chapter 100: [99] Chapter - 60: Earth Vine Art vs Earth Domination Art (Part - 1/2)

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[99] Chapter - 60: Earth Vine Art vs Earth Domination Art (Part - 1/2) Without hesitation, he stored his sword back into his storage ring, his expression tightening as he prepared to continue the fight—now with everything he had left. Chandra had no intention of giving Ruhrat even a breath to recover. The moment Ruhrat steadied himself, Chandra surged forward again, his figure blurring through the rain with relentless speed. But this time, Ruhrat reacted in time. He twisted away from the incoming strike and forced distance between them, retreating just enough to create an opening. In that brief moment, his hand rose and began forming seals rapidly, his fingers moving with practiced urgency. His voice followed despite the pain in his body, steady and resolute. “O Sacred Vine of Earth, as thou risest, so shall my soul ascend—be thou my shield, and strive beside me.” “Earth Vine Art: First Form — Ascending Rise, Descending Fall.” As the incantation completed, six glowing formations appeared around Ruhrat in mid-air, arranged in a circular pattern. Each one pulsed with ki. Chandra had already closed the distance, but before he could strike, thick vines erupted from each formation—six in total—twisting outward like living serpents. At Ruhrat’s command, they shot toward Chandra from multiple directions, cutting through the rain with sharp force, aiming to bind and crush him at once. Chandra did not retreat. Instead, he surged forward at full speed, charging directly into the incoming vines. Ki gathered along his blade, causing it to shine faintly even under the dim, storm-filled sky. The moment his sword met the thick, rain-soaked vines, a sharp, tearing sound echoed as he cut through them with force. But the attack did not end. For every vine he severed, another followed immediately, twisting and striking again as if endless. Chandra increased his speed. His movements became sharper and more fluid as he flew around Ruhrat, cutting down each incoming strike while searching for an opening within the formation. At the same time, far from the clash, Eklavya glanced at the map displayed from the mark on his wrist. Their position had shifted—they were now closing in on Zeliang’s location. He continued forward for a few more steps before suddenly halting. ‘Stop,’ Magha’s voice sounded in his mind. ‘There’s a formation ahead.’ Eklavya nodded slightly and extended his hand forward, testing the invisible boundary. To his mild surprise, his fingers passed through without resistance, as if the formation recognised him. Solan followed close behind, equally able to enter. The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted—the sounds of the storm outside dulled, replaced by the sharp echoes of battle reverberating within the confined space. They walked a short distance before the scene revealed itself. Zeliang sat comfortably on a wooden chair, one leg slightly stretched, his posture relaxed as he looked upward toward the sky where the clash was unfolding. The sound of steel and crashing force echoed above. Eklavya approached from behind and spoke casually, “So… you’re the one who set up this formation to isolate the commotion here?” Zeliang turned his head, a faint smile appearing. “Oh, you’re back.” “Yeah,” Eklavya replied, taking the seat Zeliang had casually brought out beside him. “My hunt is complete.” Nearby, Solan moved toward the others, who were gathered near a tree, quietly watching the fight above. Eklavya leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting upward toward the battle. “So, you’re enjoying this?” he asked. Zeliang chuckled softly. “Of course. Watching a good fight is far more interesting than participating sometimes.” He gestured lightly toward the sky. “And this one… is my setup.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the flow of the battle. “It’s almost over.” Above them, the clash had slowed. Ruhrat’s movements had begun to falter, his breathing heavy as maintaining the technique drained his strength. The vines were no lo