Chapter Thirty-Three: The Battle of the Inscription Realm Experts

Feeling the aftermath of the battle ahead, Chu Han's lips curved into a faint smile. He could already sense the formidable strength of the combatants, and he was eager to see who dared to fight within the forbidden zone of the Hongmeng Realm.

He concealed his aura and moved stealthily toward the direction of the skirmish. The closer he got, the more powerful the combatants appeared—far stronger than he was at present.

Soon, he glimpsed the residual light of the battle: two beams, one blue and one purple, shot skyward, dispersing the surrounding poisonous mist and revealing a vast clearing where two figures fought fiercely.

Chu Han hid behind a meteorite, cautiously peeking out to observe the clash.

He saw one man clad in blue armor, his face adorned with a thick beard, wielding a massive axe. With each swing, the heavens and earth trembled, blue lightning crackling ominously—a sight that sent chills down the spine.

His opponent wore a purple robe, exuding a scholarly elegance. The robe billowed in the wind, and the long whip in his hand lashed through the air with ruthless precision, leaving nothing alive in its wake.

Chu Han quickly discerned their strength: both were at the Inscription Realm. Although he himself was only at the Wheel Sea Realm, his experience from his previous life made it easy to gauge their power.

Those at the Inscription Realm could carve inscriptions upon their bodies, greatly enhancing their physical prowess and enabling them to wield a portion of the world's elemental force in combat. The power they possessed was extraordinary.

The strength of Inscription Realm experts was measured by how many inscriptions they could engrave upon their bodies. In his past life, Chu Han had carved 9,900 inscriptions, dominating the universe with unrivaled talent. After advancing to the Great Power Realm, his abilities far surpassed ordinary experts of that stage.

Now, Chu Han watched with keen interest. The bearded warrior wielded lightning, while his opponent unleashed a violet flame. They were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

“Thunderous Fury!”

The burly man roared, his massive axe crackling with blue lightning, fusing himself with the electric energy as he charged at his adversary with astonishing speed.

The other man remained calm, whipping up a net of fire in front of himself to block the attack. Their contest was deadlocked, their strength perfectly balanced.

“Bailey, you cannot defeat me. We are both Inscription Realm experts, and I’ve carved three hundred inscriptions upon my body. If you persist in your obstinacy, I’ll show no mercy,”

said the whip-wielding man, launching attacks as he spoke, his tone brimming with arrogance. In Chu Han’s previous life, three hundred inscriptions marked a formidable expert—though still far inferior to him.

“Three hundred inscriptions? That’s nothing, Loki. Hand over the Dragon Bone and I’ll spare you. Remember, I found it first.”

Bailey refused to back down. Now, Chu Han understood: the two were fighting over the Dragon Bone, which made perfect sense.

The energy required to advance from the Inscription Realm to the Great Power Realm was immense, and the Dragon Bone—just as its name implied—was a dragon’s bone, naturally brimming with powerful energy. It was a coveted prize among all Inscription Realm experts.

The two clashed again, both resolute to kill the other. Chu Han had no choice but to suppress his presence, hiding his energy as tightly as possible, fearing discovery.

His own realm was merely the Wheel Sea Divine Bridge stage; even with all his tricks, he could only contend with someone just entering the Heavenly Palace Realm. Against Inscription Realm experts, he’d have no chance at all.

Still, he lingered, hoping to pick up something valuable. Inscription Realm masters had already broken through the void, and their treasures would be plentiful.

Now, the battle had escalated into a fight for survival, their speed dazzling Chu Han, who could barely follow their movements. Both suffered injuries, though none were fatal.

“Heavenly Thundercloud!”

Bailey shouted, summoning countless black clouds to cover the sky, casting a terrifying shadow over the battlefield.

Confronted by such an attack, Loki’s expression turned serious. He raised his right hand, and the ground rumbled—countless stones rose, fissures opened, and flames leapt from within.

The scope of their attacks expanded dramatically, threatening even Chu Han’s position. Startled, he fled farther away, no longer concerned about alarming the combatants—his survival was paramount.

But he didn’t escape in time. Lightning bolts, thick as his forearm, fell from the clouds, obliterating everything. Chu Han could only leap and dodge desperately.

Meanwhile, fires erupted from the cracks in the earth, engulfing the stones and turning the ground into a sea of flames. With attacks raining from both above and below, Chu Han had nowhere to hide.

“Lightning Shield!”

Chu Han clasped his hands, conjuring a sphere of lightning that lifted him into the air. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, darting about to evade further strikes.

This time, Bailey and Loki’s attacks covered dozens of kilometers—testament to the dread power of Inscription Realm experts. If not for Chu Han’s abilities, he would have perished without a trace.

No wonder people say curiosity kills the cat; those who watch from the sidelines are always the unluckiest.

The onslaught lasted over half an hour. Chu Han’s true energy was nearly depleted, and the lightning shield around him grew faint. If the battle dragged on, he wouldn’t last.

Fortunately, the attacks from sky and earth gradually subsided. Bailey and Loki must have reached their limits. Chu Han quickly dispelled the lightning and landed, his face pale, sweat dripping down his cheeks. He exhaled deeply, nearly losing his life here.

After recovering his strength, he returned to the battlefield. Both warriors lay gasping on the ground, their clothes tattered, faces ashen, clearly gravely wounded and unable to stand.

“Bailey, you can’t get up, so don’t blame me. I’ll be taking the Dragon Bone now,”

Loki laughed triumphantly, waving a thumb-sized, glowing white object in his hand.

“Hmph, you can’t get up either, so don’t be arrogant. My recovery is faster than yours. Once I’m healed, your death will be assured. Prepare yourself.”

Bailey retorted, unwilling to show weakness. He extended his right hand, sending a thin bolt of lightning from his fingers—a small strike, but enough for Loki in his weakened state.

Caught off guard, Loki was struck squarely. The Dragon Bone slipped from his grasp, landing not far from Chu Han.

Chu Han eyed it greedily. Though he couldn’t use it yet, it would be invaluable in the future. Such treasures were never too many.

Yet taking the Dragon Bone would mean offending two Inscription Realm experts. Still, after weighing his options, Chu Han gritted his teeth—opportunities like this were rare, and once the two recovered, he’d have no chance.

“Well, esteemed experts; you’re both lying down, so I’ll just take this for now. Thank you kindly.”