ACSP: Chapter 236 Sorry, Tailed Beast Ball can be fired continuously!
The physical constraints of the plaza completely fractured the moment the seventh tail tore through Jiang Chen's skeletal shroud.
The raw, compressed pressure radiating from his core crossed a critical structural threshold. A piercing, absolute chill bled into the local atmosphere, instantly freezing the moisture in the air even as the dark red magma-like energy pool surged to its absolute maximum capacity.
Behind his crouched form, seven massive, high-density chakra appendages lashed against the concrete. Each individual tail hummed with a heavy, unstable vibration that threatened to destabilize the grid geometry of the map.
The pure, concentrated malice of the apex beast manifested into a visible, howling vortex that tore outward across the cracked stone tiles. It wasn't just a wave of energy; it was a physical hurricane that sheared the air into screaming vacuums. The concussive shockwave struck the perimeter lines with the force of a detonating artillery shell, driving the surviving elite contractors and spectators back by dozens of meters as their boots ground helpless trenches into the dirt.
Panic rippled through the ranks of the onlookers.
Men and women who had spent decades leveling up their classes instinctively crossed their armored gauntlets over their faces, attempting to deploy standard sensory shields to block the crushing aura. It did nothing. The passive weight of the deployment forced their characters into a locked stagger animation.
"Is this the true parameters of the Nine-Tails?"
Zhao Dingtian's gaze locked onto the baring-fanged, skeletal demon fox crouching at the end of the trench. The absolute silence in his comm channels was deafening.
"Just entering the seventh-tail iteration is already generating this level of structural damage?"
An icy weight dropped into the pit of his stomach, tightly squeezing his throat like an invisible fist. His Level 98 analytical passive was screaming at him. The internal registry verified a terrifying reality: the sheer raw output Jiang Chen was channeling right now had completely overtaken the peak defensive values of his hundred-meter armor. The unadulterated savagery of the entity before him was resetting the power scaling of the entire zone.
"Are your lines failing you just because a seventh tail initialized on the board?"
A heavily distorted, overlapping voice grated through the ivory jaw of the bone mask. Jiang Chen didn't delay his rotation by a single millisecond.
"It seems the legendary apex authority of the sovereign Zhao lineage amounts to nothing more than a fragile shield."
Jiang Chen dropped lower, his claws burying deep into the bedrock as his core matrix began drawing in massive quantities of positive and negative energy. The atmosphere violently imploded toward his open maw, instantly compressing the dark particles into a rapidly expanding, pitch-black sphere.
The surface of the massive energy payload shimmered with a volatile, unstable luster. It was an artificial black hole hovering just inches from his skull, warped space twisting wildly around its circumference as it prepared to erase the coordinate line.
Without a single frame of hesitation, Jiang Chen snapped his neck forward, launching the mass of absolute destruction directly toward the center of the giant's chest.
"Arrogant brat! My armor is locked into the absolute peak parameters of the fourth form!"
The repeated, systematic disregard for his level ranking finally snapped the last thread of Zhao Dingtian's tactical composure. His eyes bloodshot, his voice thundered across the valley as he pushed his remaining mental reserves into his arms.
"You haven't even scaled up to a matching giant construct! A raw beast transformation lacks the structural geometry to break through my absolute mitigation!"
Facing the approaching sphere of pitch-black death, the old master abandoned all further dialogue. The massive, hundred-meter arms of his crystalline avatar flashed with brilliant purple light as two monolithic, dual-bladed chakra swords materialized in his grip.
Using every ounce of his remaining kinetic stamina, he brought the twin blades down in a massive, earth-shattering cross-slash, meeting the projectile head-on.
———— RUMBLE!!!!!!!!!!
The collision between the dual-bladed chakra swords and the pitch-black sphere instantly caused a catastrophic whiteout across the visual layer of the server.
A blinding, supernova-level flash erupted at the point of contact, as if a dying sun had suddenly dropped directly onto the bedrock, searing the eyes of every contractor present and forcing their displays into a total glare filter.
Immediately following the light burst, a suffocating, atmospheric shockwave rippled out from the epicenter. The localized gravity fields violently warped, tearing the remaining intact infrastructure to pieces.
Choked with a massive wall of dust that completely blotted out the sky, the arena floor fractured down to its foundational layers. Countless shattered boulders were hurled into the upper atmosphere, only to rain back down across the coordinate grid like a torrential storm of iron.
The concussive force of the trade was too intense for the perimeter lines to hold. Every spectator was ruthlessly driven back dozens of meters farther, their stabilization controls entirely failing.
Several auxiliary contractors with lower physical attributes were knocked flat onto the ground, their characters forced into a hard prone animation.
"Damn it all... how can a casual projectile loop from this kid pack this much kinetic mass?!"
Zhao Dingtian's teeth ground together inside his command cockpit. Although he had successfully intercepted the absolute destruction payload using the sheer scale of his twin blades, the explosive backlash of the detonation was far from mitigated.
The massive, hundred-meter frame of his crystalline titan was violently pushed back three heavy steps, each step causing the earth beneath his feet to burst into deep, spiderwebbing trenches that rippled outward for hundreds of yards.
Worse yet, the two massive chakra swords in his grip didn't survive the calculation; they were instantly shattered into millions of pixelated fragments, dissolving into the burning air as useless specks of purple light.
The explosive pressure of that compressed orb was simply too close to a system-breaking exploit.
If he hadn't invested his entire mana reserve to keep the heavy Crow Tengu armor active during the impact frame, the close-range blast radius would have easily breached his primary health pool and left him severely crippled.
The panic in the spectator chat reached a fever pitch as the smoke cleared.
"What an ungodly implementation of a basic class ability..."
"The raw scaling on that single projectile easily clears the damage threshold of a hidden S-rank ultimate, doesn't it?!"
"The math is simple: the higher the purity of the beast soul, the crazier the modifier on its core attacks. Rumor has it Jiang Chen is hosting the absolute prime variant of the Nine-Tails, so his baseline multipliers are naturally going to outclass anything on the market."
"And remember, this is just his entry-level seventh-tail iteration. If he actually finishes the sequence and registers the full Nine-Tails form, a single blast will probably delete this entire zone from the regional map!"
"We can't keep our characters locked in this observation vector anymore! Move the frontline back! If we don't clear these coordinates immediately, the next splash damage phase will wipe our entire squad!"
"Agreed! This whole block is a dead zone—fall back, retreat further into the outer ring!"
Across the perimeter, the spectators watched the devastating scene in stunned, breathless silence. A collective breath caught in the throats of the surrounding family heads. To see a Level 98 powerhouse—the undisputed peak of Demon City—lying broken at the bottom of a smoking crater violently shattered everything they knew about power scaling. The absolute invincibility of the older generation hadn't just been challenged; it had been ruthlessly torn to pieces in a matter of seconds.
Nangong Lifei stared into the dust, his eyes locked onto the faint, flickering aura of Zhao Dingtian. His hands tightened around his weapon hilt, a cold sweat breaking across his brow. "Ten Tailed Beast Balls... condensed and unleashed without a single moment of exhaustion," he muttered, his voice barely carrying over the crackle of burning debris. "The boy didn't just win this clash. He completely bypassed the natural limits of energy recovery."
At the absolute center of the impact zone, the bubbling, dark red cloak wrapping Jiang Chen's form began to hiss violently against the cool night air. The seven massive chakra tails behind his back slowly lashed the air, sending tiny shockwaves through the remaining smoke screens. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed through the quiet arena as his bone-masked visage turned toward the crater. Every single micro-movement radiated an ungodly density of killing intent, like an apex predator closing in on a completely helpless prey.
Down in the pit, the old master's fingers twitched against the loose soil. Zhao Dingtian desperately tried to push through the agony, his blurred vision searching for any remaining strength in his dantian. He tried to force a high-purity healing pill past his broken lips, but his trembling fingers refused to move. The systemic shock of taking a direct, unmitigated blast from ten consecutive apex strikes had locked his meridians, leaving his body completely paralyzed.
"How... how can a mere youth possess such an bottomless pool of tyrannical energy?" The old man's voice was a ragged, blood-soaked wheeze, completely stripped of its previous majestic resonance. He looked up through the rising heat haze, watching the terrifying crimson silhouette slowly descend into the basin. "The soul of the Nine-Tails... shouldn't be capable of maintaining this level of destruction without destroying its host. Your body should have collapsed from the backlash!"
Jiang Chen paused at the lip of the crater, his blood-red eyes gleaming through the hollow sockets of the ivory skull mask. The intense heat radiating from his claws caused the very stone beneath his feet to turn to liquid magma.
"Your entire generation is obsessed with the common rules of cultivation, old man," Jiang Chen replied, his tone overlapping into a deep, double-tracked echo that vibrated the bedrock. He stepped downward, his weight driving a fresh fracture through the slope. "You study the techniques, you optimize your skills, and you assume the ceiling you see is the absolute limit of existence. But to a true Jinchuriki, those rules mean absolutely nothing."
He raised a single, clawed arm, the high-density chakra rapidly beginning to cluster around his palm like a gathering storm of black lightning.
"Your pavilion gambled its entire future on the belief that my strength had a limit," Jiang Chen murmured, his stance locking into a lethal execution pose. "You lost the bet. Now, prepare to follow your clan into the afterlife."
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