Chapter 90: Struggle for Supremacy

  The spirits of Dawn Garden were in front, and the dark elves were behind. A group of people moved forward towards the deeper tunnel underground.

  As I stepped closer to the core of Yucca Tree Hill, the surrounding life energy became increasingly dense, eventually forming a visible green mist that lingered in the air. Just taking a breath made me feel refreshed and invigorated.

  This is also the only place in the entire Spirit Kingdom that has not been destroyed by high-ranking elements.

  After all, the breath of life is also an element. When its concentration reaches saturation, other elemental creatures cannot invade and can only wander around the periphery. That's why all the traces of the elves are completely preserved here.

  After walking for an unknown period of time, finally, light began to shine through from the end of the tunnel.

  As I walked out of the alley, the view suddenly opened up.

  This is a vast underground space, with the ground covered in a fresh green color, and countless vines sprawling at the top emitting bright light. These vines are like human blood vessels, pulsing from time to time, and with each pulse, the surrounding life energy flows once.

  In the center of the underground space, there is a lake carrying water of light. The endless surface of the water reflects soft and gentle glow, with scattered reflections forming waves that jump around, giving people a feeling of stars filling the sky.

  In the center of the lake, there is a wooden palace like a giant tree root, connected to the shore by a floating bridge formed by water lilies.

  "It's here." The elder spirit said, without explaining anything further.

  But whether it was for Wang Ting who had studied the Dark Elves before, or Mide who had memories of his past life, they both knew what this place was.

  The deepest part of Yggdrasil's branch, where the roots and heart of the tree are located.

  "Where is the seed?" The dark elf suppressed his excitement and asked in a cold tone.

  "Please follow me," said the elder, striding onto the lotus-constructed floating bridge and proceeding to the central Tree Palace. Then he loudly recited a complex incantation, which was completely different from magic and seemed like some kind of ancient text, and the only one who could understand it was naturally this World Tree itself.

  As the incantation sounded, the Tree Palace gradually changed. The originally flat ground began to twist and deform, as if new buds were growing out of the ground, rising high and then bursting open.

  In an instant, a majestic and unparalleled life force filled the entire space, so dense that it was hard to breathe, even think. And in the moment this vast aura descended, a giant seed, nearly over a meter long, still pulsating with energy, appeared within the Tree Palace.

  "Seed of the Tree of Life!" Mason muttered in a low voice, and in an instant, his heart surged with irrepressible wild joy.

  Sacred artifacts, the way to establish a nation. When something of inestimable value is right before one's eyes, within reach, almost no one can remain calm and composed. Moreover, this is what the Dark Elves and the powers behind them have spent countless years coveting, dreaming of getting their hands on.

  In an instant, Mason's mind was gone.

  And just at this moment, Mide finally moved.

  A sharp arrow-like object shot out from underwater, piercing through the wooden wall of the Tree Palace and accurately struck Mason in the room.

  A surge of intense murderous intent burst forth like a volcanic eruption, instantly snapping Mason back awake.

  But at this time, the intangible and formless extreme will had already arrived before his eyes. Not to mention fear, the Dark Elf didn't even have time to think, and could only rely on instinct to dodge.

  His eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light, and his entire body's speed increased by several levels in an instant. His body was as slippery as a live snake, and he finally dodged the fatal blow at the last moment.

  Midi's extreme intent directly pierced through his shoulder, bringing out a deep red blood line.

  "Damn it!" The intense pain twisted the Dark Elf's expression, but fortunately this blow was painful but did not hurt his muscles and bones, and his combat effectiveness was not affected.

  But this is just the beginning of the attack.

  Midi is a ghost swordsman, and he doesn't have much of an advantage in ambushes or sneak attacks. He never thought that he could kill an enemy at the same level as "Nightmare Hand" with just one sneak attack. The reason he held his breath and grasped this opportunity was just to seize the initiative.

  For Mideer, a head-on strong attack is his true advantage.

  The next moment, the youth who had been lurking for a long time jumped out of the lake, breaking through the water surface like a mirror, and stepped on the sleeping lotus with his foot, and directly rushed into the Tree Palace.

  "It's you indeed!" Mason's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gritted his teeth as he launched an attack.

  His hands held twin guns that instantly spewed out dazzling, lethal rays of light. The sound of gunfire rang out continuously, forming a dense and crisp series of echoes that pounded against everyone's eardrums. Moreover, the Dark Elf's eyes shone with a sharp light, like two clear springs, never losing their luster.

  Wandering Gunslinger State Skill, Concentration.

  This skill is similar to the Berserker's frenzy, but it won't have any aftereffects and will only bring a certain degree of weakness after the state ends. It is a strong means of greatly increasing combat power in a short period of time, and can be considered as the trump card of the wandering gunman.

  It wasn't until several years after the Great Gran Tesoro Fire that the wandering gunslingers gradually came to realize this.

  In Aladdin's year 985, there shouldn't have been any wandering gunslingers who knew this skill.

  But at this moment, right in front of Mi Di, there was a wandering gunman who could almost be said to have completely mastered concentration.

  In an instant, the hail of bullets that filled the sky made Midy's footsteps slow down, but his eyes remained calm, and even seemed to be hiding a spark of excitement.

  He followed quietly, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, and cornered his enemy in the relatively narrow space of the Tree Palace. With one swift motion, he closed the distance, doing everything he could. However, he was also well aware that an adventurer targeting the Life Tree's seed would need incredibly formidable power to even think about attempting such a feat.

  So when the ambush didn't take his opponent's life, Mide was unmoved. When his opponent unleashed powerful skills like "Focus", Mide still charged forward fearlessly!

  Everything has been done to its best, and now it's just a head-on confrontation.

  Mi Di's body was extremely agile and he concentrated all his attention, not letting go of every move his opponent made.

  Sword versus gun, the sword's disadvantage is obvious at a glance.

  He had previously experienced the ferocity of this dark elf in front of him, and now that the two were extremely close, only a dozen steps apart, Middy was even more cautious.

  At close range, the suppressive power of professions that specialize in close combat is naturally greater. However, it also brings greater danger, because the reaction time to dodge bullets is almost zero.

  At a distance of just ten steps, even the Extreme Intent lost its effect. It wasn't that the Extreme Intent couldn't capture the trajectory of the bullets, but even if it did, Middy wouldn't have time to react. By the time the opponent fired and he tried to respond, any action would already be too late. All Middy could do was take a step ahead of the bullet, read out the opponent's intentions first, then use his sword to seal off the trajectory in advance, waiting for the opponent's bullets to collide with it.

  At this moment, Middy's full attention is focused on Mason.

  His changing posture, the rotation of the gun barrel, the movement of his muscles, the direction of his gaze, even the direction of his intended movement, all were within Midy's sight. And with each wave of attack he blocked, Midy was able to take another step forward.

  Both parties moved at an extremely fast speed within the not-so-spacious space of the Tree Palace, one chasing and the other dodging, with the distance constantly narrowing and positions changing. The sparks flowing out from Mason's dual guns were like a torrential rain, while occasionally, Midy's Black Heaven Sword would suddenly burst forth with a sharp, unparalleled light, counterattacking in return.

  Magic shockwave, life's breath is swept away by a killing intent, wooden shavings scatter and flutter like snowflakes.

  The spirits, including the elder, can only shrink into a corner at this moment, afraid of being affected by this terrible duel.

  Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps...

  Delicate fencing, strong counterattack, Midei is step by step narrowing the distance between the two sides.

  However, when he was just seven steps away, he could no longer move forward even a single inch.

  Just as Middy gradually became familiar with Mason's shooting, Mason also began to gradually become familiar with Middy's blocking.

  The Dark Elf's attacks began to become more varied, no longer simple and domineering, but instead became complex like a sword technique. Most of his attacks were no longer straightforward killing moves, but rather feints, and amidst the chaotic shooting, there would occasionally appear a single shot filled with murderous intent that was fatal.

  This counterattack was a headache for Mide. Although he was good at calculations and had the experience of rebirth, humans were always limited after all. Moreover, they were currently fighting in close quarters with rapid-fire attacks, and under such high-speed shooting, Dark Elf's movements were too fast, making it impossible for Mide to predict everything.

  It's even becoming less possible to defend against all bullets.

  The distance was still seven steps, but the suddenly blooming gorgeous gun technique instantly changed the offense and defense of both sides.

  Is it holding on to what's important, sacrificing oneself to close the distance, or giving up and completely pulling away?

  Two options flashed through Miti's mind.

  To advance or retreat, it seems like there are only these two options.

  However, in the next instant, he didn't make any choice of advancing or retreating, but instead suddenly dodged a burst of gunfire and swiftly turned his long sword around to slash out at the side.

  "With a 'hiss', a formless surge of energy burst out from the sword, and in an instant, the seed in the center of the Tree Palace, which was always emitting life energy, was struck by this energy, like a watermelon hit by a hammer, shattering into countless flying fragments!"

  The spirits in the distance were stunned.

  The dark elf was even more furious.

  This priceless treasure, something this tribe has been dreaming of for decades, was actually destroyed by this kid with just one swing of his sword?

  In Mason's heart, an extremely crazy anger and killing intent surged up suddenly.

  However, the life-and-death struggle requires a calm and ruthless will and a mindset that remains unchanged even when faced with a landslide. The uncontrollable anger at this moment opened up a crack in Mason's mind.

  And this is exactly what Mide wanted.

  For a real life-and-death struggle, an unyielding fight to the end, such a tiny psychological gap is enough to decide victory or defeat.