Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4682: Battle of Manifestations

Ling Han was still confused. The battle had begun?

Who should he hit? There were so many of them.

However, right at this moment, a "Great Emperor" suddenly charged over.

This was the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor. He had personally witnessed the corpse of the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor, though the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor’s corpse had been even larger than a planet at that time. If he had been standing in one place, he would only have been able to see a single side of it.

When his divine sense swept over, he shockingly discovered that there was actually information being fed back.

This was Jia Tailong!

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However, how could the Great Emperor be blocked?

Boom!

Jia Tailong slashed down with his sword, causing the river of stars to boil.

Yet Ling Han’s heart calmed, because this Great Emperor actually only had the battle prowess of True Self Tier.

He also threw a punch in response.

Only now did he realize that he could only unleash the battle prowess of a True Self Tier.

Oh, their cultivation levels were the same.

No wonder everyone had chosen the Great Emperor’s body as their "vehicle". That was because under the prerequisite that their cultivation levels were equal, the Great Emperor’s bodt was naturally the strongest. Only incredibly powerful Saints like the Nine Suns Saint could compare.

Ling Han shook his head. In the beginning, he had really gotten a scare. He had thought that he could simulate the Great Emperor, but from the look of things now, this was only an empty image of the Great Emperor. As for other details, it was all numericalized.

For example, if the Great Emperor’s power was set to the highest level of 100, then the powerful Saint’s power could be set to 99 or something of the sort.

In truth, this had absolutely nothing to do with a Great Emperor.

However, because Ling Han was reflecting his own data, and he was extremely good at hiding his strength, it caused his power and speed to be far inferior. Going by the limit of 100, he could only be 80, or even lower.

Peng!

It was only a single strike, and Ling Han was sent flying, stumbling.

"Zhang Hanjun, in a true battle of equals, how could I possibly lose to you!" Jia Tailong said proudly.

Ling Han couldn’t help but wear a strange expression.

Where did your confidence come from?

He was clearly relying on the fact that his incarnation had higher statistics, yet he actually came over to tell him to battle at the same cultivation level?

He steadied his body. The advantage of this kind of battle was that he would not be injured, but he could get experience that was close to the experience of actual battle.

"The battle has just begun, so don’t you think it’s a joke to talk about victory and defeat now?" Ling Han said calmly.

"You are destined to lose!" Jia Tailong shot over, and struck again with his sword.

Whether it was in terms of speed or power, he had the absolute upper hand.

Using a manifestation as his vehicle, the techniques channeled out were also unique to the vehicle. This had also been digitized. For example, the Great Emperor had a super ultimate move, which was extremely terrifying in might, but after using it, there would be a few seconds of weakness.

Because Ling Han was a clone of himself, he didn’t unleash any powerful attacks. Thus, he was clearly at a huge disadvantage.

A powerful move could instantly burst forth with ten times or even stronger battle prowess. As long as one could grasp the right moment to land a direct hit, he would be able to immediately end the battle.

However, Ling Han was completely unconcerned.

He was only using his own abilities. This was the true path of the greatest strength.

Boom!

Jia Tailong brandished his sword in a slash. This was the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor’s sword technique. However, because it was only an imitation, and not the true Imperial Technique of the Holy Emperor, its might had been forcefully magnified to the level that it should have been.

In any case, this was all a simulation, so the authenticity of it was completely unimportant.

Ling Han was experiencing great difficulty. What he was simulating was his weakened self. In terms of power, speed, and celestial techniques, he was at too much of a disadvantage. However, he was only adapting on the spot, unleashing his battle prowess to the extreme.

—No matter how perfect the data was, that was only theoretical. To truly convert this quantified power and speed into battle prowess, it still required one’s own control.

Could Jia Tailong compare to Ling Han?

Thus, a shocking scene appeared. Ling Han managed to turn the tables with great difficulty, and gradually gained the upper hand.

At the beginning, the others were all focused on their own battles, but there would always be those who glimpsed the battles on this side, and then they would be stunned.

One, two, three, more and more people stopped, watching in disbelief.

Heavens!

Someone had actually used such a crappy vehicle to contend against a Great Emperor-level vehicle?

Just look, which of them hadn’t chosen a Great Emperor? If they were slightly weaker, they would have chosen the Saint. In fact, no one had even chosen the Saint who was only a slight bit weaker.

However, this Zhang Hanjun actually chose to... imitate himself!

Hiss, what kind of powerful confidence was this?

And in truth, this really wasn’t arrogance, but true strength.

Jia Tailong unleashed a powerful attack, yet Ling Han managed to narrowly dodge it. Moreover, after unleashing his powerful attack, Jia Tailong had a short period of weakness. Ling Han seized this opportunity to deal with him in a few moves.

At this point, the battle had ended.

Everyone was in an uproar. In this kind of battle, everyone’s power and speed was limited. The might of the celestial technique was also the same. Weaknesses and advantages were very obvious.

Theoretically speaking, under the condition that all kinds of numerical values were suppressed, it was absolutely impossible to turn the tables.

However, Ling Han had succeeded.

This guy... was too terrifying.

Ling Han, meanwhile, was unconcerned. He had not defeated the Great Emperor in his youth, but merely a bunch of numbers.

What was this?

Of course, if he went all out, he believed that even the young Great Emperor would not be a match for him.

"Don’t be arrogant, I’ll fight you!" Another "Great Emperor" charged over.

It was Ji Liren.

He chose the White Feather Holy Emperor. With a shake of his arms, countless white feathers shot over, turning into divine light.

This battle prowess had shockingly reached the Spirit Transformation Tier.

Ling Han understood. This would be adjusted according to the cultivation level of both sides, and would be based on the weaker cultivation level.

Previously, Jia Tailong’s cultivation level was "one" level weaker than his, so they used the True Self Tier as a base for their battle. Now, he and Ji Liren were "both" Spirit Transformation Tier, so the level of their battle had increased by another level.

Ling Han was still fighting with great difficulty, but through seizing opportunities time and time again, he was still slowly gaining the upper hand, and finally defeated his opponent.

This stunned everyone. Winning two battles in a row, this was very convincing.

No one challenged Ling Han again. This was simply seeking their own suffering.

Half a day later, the battles ended, and everyone felt appreciation. After leaving the white jade wall, they discussed their insights from the battles.

And Ling Han became the focal point. A great many people had gathered around him, asking him for guidance on battle techniques. Even that Sect Master, though he could not bring himself to lower himself to their level, had still come closer, pricking up his ears to listen.

Ling Han didn’t hold anything back, and frankly revealed his appreciation.

However, this was the experience that he had tempered through countless battles, so how could it be grasped just by saying it?

It sounded very logical to others, but to practice it in actual battle was an absolutely impossible feat.

Thus, they could only feel rueful. As it turned out, there really were prodigies of battle in this world, who were naturally born for battle.

Subsequently, this kind of simulated battle would take place every few days.

The more Ling Han fought, the fiercer he became, confirming his position as invincible in the simulation battles.

And just like that, three months later, Guo Shuang appeared once more.