Rowan unleashed forty thousand stacks of all the Berserker Abilities he could combine directly into the wound, and a flood of red blood that when released over a long period of time would equate to a million gallons of blood rushed into the hole in Dao Ma’s neck in less than two seconds.
This action was so violent that Rowan’s hands were blown off, judging by his present Constitution, he could casually crush diamonds.
With a spin kick that landed on the god’s chest, Dao Ma was shot into the distance, his hand was forcefully torn away from Rowan’s body nearly cutting him in two, but he recovered in less than a second.
The horror of what Rowan had just done to Dao Ma revealed itself in the next moment.
Rowan had unleashed every single Berserker Technique inside the body of Dao Ma and they were ravaging it like a billion hungry locusts, ten thousand Berserker Clones were unleashing all the abilities they could inside the body of the god, and the resultant force was tearing him apart.
This method of using his Berserker abilities was made by imitating the pattern Dao Ma had used in unleashing his poison. Knowledge Well had analyzed the technique and improved on it, and as a result, the Proficiency of the Transcendent State Berserker Technique was increasing at rocket speeds, because so many of his clones were using this ability in the best environment for growth, which was inside the body of a god.
Dao Ma screamed as his body contorted and folded into weird shapes as if a thousand battles were taking place inside him, with a loud cry his chest exploded, followed by a single arm, and then both of his legs exploded below the knee.
His head began to twist around, his eyes were weeping blood, and he made a weird groan as his neck snapped. Dao Ma had lived a long life, but this was the first time he had ever felt pain as terrible as this one from a mortal, the shame he felt seemed to compound on the pain and he snapped.
“When did I, Dao Ma became this fragile?”
Rowan wanted to continue his assault but Knowledge Well barely had the time to scream a warning when the space around his body was sliced into neat cubes a hundredth of an inch in size.
‘How did he attack me? Is this Intent?’
The brief warning was all it took to save Rowan, but he was left with only the upper parts of his head that contained only his eyes and nose.
The eyes of these two seeming immortal combatants met and as the rest of Rowan’s body began to heal downwards exposing his mouth, he grinned. Dao Ma was now taking him as a true opponent.
Whatever that move was, could have killed Rowan, but the knowledge of his near demise did not bother him, because, at this moment, his Transcendent Berserker Technique had taken the next step forward.
The fifteen-foot-tall body of the god began to shrink until he matched Rowan perfectly in size, his tail fell off and began to stretch until it turned to a whip with a wicked-looking blade at the end, that quietly crawled into the hands of the god.
Dao Ma would lose his sanity when he fought, but only when it was advantageous for him to do so. A god would not survive for long if it could not accurately judge and assess threats.
Rowan had shown strength that could threaten him, and he no longer treated him as if he was just a mortal, his carelessness had made him lose his Scepter, thereby losing a large chunk of his offensive powers, for he had kept his poisons inside that Scepter.
The Source of his poison was still inside his Divine Kingdom so he was not too bothered by the loss of the scepter, yet the ease by which he was disposed of his weapon was a blow to his pride.
Dao Ma will no longer fight as a brute, he will fight like a god.
Behind Rowan, an apparition of a large tree made from blood and bones appeared, in just this short clash with Dao Ma, Rowan’s Berserker Technique had reached the next level.
It was firm proof that although fighting with a god came with unbelievable risks, the resulting gains from your survival were worth it.
The Berserker Aspect had seven levels to reach its peak, they were Mortal, Refined, Earth, Heaven, Transcendent, Immortal, and finally Origin.
It was unknown if there was anyone who had reached the highest level of this Technique but from the information gathered by his Angels in the Tiberius Family, Most Dominators barely made it to the Earth Level of this Technique, and few made it to the Heaven Level, and for those that had reached the Transcendent Level were mostly Earth gods.
Rowan had barely been on the Transcendent level for a month before he blew past it, this signified that his level of talent was too great and even though the Berserker Aspect was powerful and still useful to him, he could easily complete it.
The apparition of the tree became real and overhead a large storm cloud encircled the planet. Rowan was linked with Eva, and she silently manipulated the Formation, and the storm cloud passed through and headed for Rowan where it settled over his head and began to thicken until it began to glow red like blood, and the white lightning that flashed inside the red storm clouds resembles bones.
Dao Ma paused as he assessed the growing storm cloud over Rowan’s head, if he understood what was happening correctly, this person was elevating his Technique, and judging by the fluctuations coming from the cloud, he was upgrading it to a rather high level, maybe enough to even begin to threaten his corporeal existence.
Dao Ma grinned and waved the whip, the end of the whip holding a spear tip disappeared in the air and appeared a few inches from Rowan’s right eye, and he was too slow to dodge it even though he began to shift the moment he saw Dao Ma movements.
The spear tip dug its way into his eyes and emerged from the back of his head before vanishing. Rowan’s body went into shock for a brief moment, and the storm cloud above seemed to have seen a weak point and they surged and buried Rowan.