Chapter 205: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 5]

The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 5]

A divine claw tore through the sky.

Demonic darkness surged against it.

Then a streak of green arcane light flashed across the battlefield.

The three forces collided in an instant.

Each exchange lasted no more than a breath. Yet within that tiny span of time, Norman and Leandro unleashed movements of terrifying precision.

There was no hesitation.

No unnecessary motion.

Every step had a purpose.

Every strike carried enough power to shake the surrounding space.

Even the brilliant sun seemed dim beside them.

The moonlight that bathed the Salvatore family estate was almost completely swallowed by the radiance of their battle.

The weaker disciples could no longer bear to watch directly.

Some instinctively lowered their heads.

Others raised their arms to shield their eyes.

A few simply stumbled backward, their faces pale.

They weren’t even standing inside the battlefield.

Yet the pressure alone was enough to make their bodies tremble.

Boom!

Another violent collision erupted in the distance.

The ground shook beneath everyone’s feet.

That was when the commotion finally reached the ears of the Salvatore family’s older generation.

One elder after another emerged from their secluded residences.

Some appeared in the courtyards.

Others stood atop ancient pavilions.

A few simply tore through space and appeared above the battlefield.

At first, they watched with calm expressions.

But that calm didn’t last long.

Their eyes slowly narrowed.

Some even exchanged startled glances.

They had lived for countless years.

They had witnessed wars that had shaken entire worlds.

They had seen countless geniuses rise and countless prodigies fall.

They had watched Stellar Sovereigns fight to the death.

Yet the battle unfolding before them felt different.

This wasn’t simply a clash between two powerful young cultivators.

It was a battle of understanding.

Norman’s divine claw descended with overwhelming force.

Leandro didn’t meet it head-on.

His body shifted slightly.

Only slightly.

The divine claw passed beside him, tearing through the space where his body had been a moment earlier.

At the same time, several green formations quietly appeared behind Norman.

They had been prepared during the previous exchange.

Leandro had never truly been retreating.

He had been setting a trap.

Norman noticed it almost immediately.

His expression remained cold.

His demonic darkness exploded outward.

The formations shattered before they could fully activate.

But Leandro was already moving.

A puppet-like figure formed from green arcane light appeared beside him.

Its palm struck toward Norman’s chest.

Norman raised his arm.

Boom!

The collision sent both of them sliding backward.

Neither man had gained a decisive advantage.

And that was precisely what made the elders’ expressions grow heavier.

Every attack contained another intention.

Every defense concealed a counterattack.

Every retreat was preparation for the next exchange.

There was no wasted movement.

Not even the smallest one.

These two young men were reading each other in real time.

They weren’t merely fighting with strength.

They were fighting with experience, instinct, calculation, and an almost frightening understanding of combat.

Several elders silently watched for a long moment.

Then one of them finally exhaled.

"They’re terrifying."

His voice was low.

Almost a whisper.

But everyone nearby heard it.

Another elder nodded slowly.

"They’ve reached a level of combat understanding that many older Stellar Sovereigns would struggle to achieve." 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

The words carried obvious weight.

These elders had no reason to flatter anyone.

They had seen enough in their lifetimes to recognize genuine talent.

And Norman and Leandro possessed something far more frightening than raw talent.

They possessed battle instincts that had already begun to resemble those of veterans who had survived countless life-and-death struggles.

An elder couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"Tsk..."

His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield.

"Truly terrifying youths."

He paused for a moment.

Then his expression became complicated.

"The Great Laws of the World of Gods and Demons are absolutely devastating. Norman’s control over them is already frightening enough."

His eyes shifted toward Leandro.

"But Leandro Salvatore..."

The elder shook his head.

"He’s even harder to understand."

Another elder raised an eyebrow.

"Little was known about him before this."

"Exactly."

The first elder smiled bitterly.

"Who would have thought that this seemingly quiet young man would possess such mastery over the Great Laws of the World of Puppet?"

As he spoke, another enormous formation appeared beneath Leandro’s feet.

Then another.

And another.

Green arcane light spread across the battlefield like an intricate web.

The elders’ expressions changed once again.

"And those killing formations..."

One elder muttered.

"How many does he have?"

Nobody answered.

Because nobody knew.

Formation after formation emerged around Leandro.

Some were hidden.

Some were obvious.

Others appeared for only an instant before vanishing again.

It was impossible to tell how many had already been prepared.

Or how many were still waiting for the right moment.

The elder watching from the pavilion slowly shook his head.

"An untold number of killing formations..."

His voice carried a trace of disbelief.

"Just how many trump cards is this young man hiding?"

No one could answer that either.

Then another explosion shook the heavens.

Everyone instinctively looked back.

Norman had broken through another formation.

His demonic darkness surged violently around his body.

Leandro’s green arcane light answered immediately.

The two forces collided once again.

For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to disappear beneath their brilliance.

The surrounding disciples could only stare from a distance.

The elders remained silent.

There was nothing left to say.

After witnessing a battle like this, ordinary praise felt meaningless.

One elder finally let out a quiet laugh.

"Tsk... after this battle..."

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

"Who in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths could still casually call themselves a prodigy in front of these two?"

No one laughed.

The remark was almost too obvious to be funny.

Deep down, everyone present understood exactly what he meant.

Abil Salvatore stood among the elders. His eyes remained fixed on the battlefield above.

There was open amazement in his expression.

Abil was a Stellar Sovereign Seventh Level expert. He was also one of the stewards of the Salvatore family.

He had seen his fair share of powerful cultivators.

He had witnessed battles that could shake the heavens.

Yet even he couldn’t help feeling a strange chill run down his spine as he watched the scene unfold.

The changes within the family had already gone far beyond anything he had once considered possible.

Not long ago, such a transformation would have sounded like a ridiculous fantasy.

Now?

It was reality.

Every council steward of the Salvatore family had reached the Stellar Sovereign Realm.

Every single one.

Even now, Abil sometimes found it difficult to believe.

How had the family changed so drastically in such a short period?

The answer was simple.

The supreme Patriarch.

Everything had started with him.

Because of him, the family had risen.

Its bloodlines had grown stronger.

Its younger generation had become increasingly monstrous.

Even the older generation had benefited from the family’s growing fortune.

The family’s rise had become a tide.

And everyone connected to the Salvatore family was being carried forward by it.

Abil quietly clenched his hands.