Chapter 217: Dormammu, I've Come to Defeat Your Sister!

As Clark scrutinized the stunning woman before him, she too was sizing him up. Sensing the formidable power within Clark, the alluring woman spoke first: "I never expected to meet such a handsome young man in a place like this. Interesting. Has the Ancient One already given up, sending you to face death instead of coming herself?"

Since entering this space, Clark felt as if he was bathing in an ocean of light, experiencing an extraordinary sense of comfort and ease.

The energy of light harmonized perfectly with his bloodline. Just standing here, he could feel special light energy penetrating his body, rapidly replenishing his physical energy while nurturing his flesh. Clark could sense his physical strength growing visibly faster!

This growth wasn't just a replenishment of energy but an enhancement of his physical limits, akin to the natural strength gained from exhausting and then re-energizing his body through rigorous training.

However, the growth rate in this unique light energy was much faster, over ten times than through hard training. This light energy, fundamentally different from that of the material plane, was incomplete, yet easier for Clark to absorb, akin to how intravenous nutrients work faster than ingesting food.

Realizing the benefits this space offered, Clark wished he could just keep gazing at the stunning woman before him, listening to her prattle. He responded cooperatively, "The Ancient One is in great health, eating well. She sent me here just to give the younger generation a chance to train."

Impression from Omar +23333!

The amount of impression points provided by Omar was on par with those from Tony Stark, the Child of Destiny. It seemed when a person's power reached a certain level, they could break free from the confines of fate.

Omar scoffed disdainfully, "The Ancient One doesn't intervene, and you think you can survive in front of me? To consider me a stepping stone for your training, I must question if the Ancient One has grown naïve with age."

Clark, unfazed by Omar's murderous intent, summoned the Cosmic Cube, which appeared from the void into his left palm. Healing Hands transformed into a sword, orbiting him before he grasped it in his hand.

Healing Hands, Blood Sky, and the Cosmic Cube – these three pieces of equipment had always been with Clark, ready to be summoned to enhance his combat capabilities.

Without them, facing Hyperion would have been dubious. But with these tools, Clark's combat power increased exponentially, reaching terrifying levels!

Especially the Cosmic Cube, now mastered by Clark, its space-tearing attacks could intimidate any Titan-level or lesser opponent.

Seeing the azure spatial energy flowing from the Cube into Healing Hands, Omar's brow furrowed, revealing a hint of wariness: "The Space Stone!"

Even Omar, as powerful as she was, dared not underestimate the Cube. After a moment of intense scrutiny, she spoke with feigned disdain, "The Space Stone is indeed powerful, but your usage is too shallow. Do you think such a level can threaten me?"

Clark smiled confidently, "Against your true form, even perfect control of the Space Stone might not guarantee victory. But remember, what you've sent here is just an unstable avatar."

"For your avatar, this is more than enough."

With that, Clark stepped forward, channeling Cosmic Cube energy into Healing Hands and unleashing a space-tearing sword Qi at Omar's waist.

His first strike was his strongest move – Cube Space Slash!

Determined and without reservation, even against a female opponent.

To beings like Dormammu, Omar, or the Ancient One, having powerful equipment doesn't make a significant difference, at least when facing their true forms.

But against an avatar, even a well-crafted artifact could double their strength.

When the extradimensional demons first tried to seize Earth, each came armed. But their foes were the Ancient One and other Supreme Sorcerers, even Agamotto!

Against such formidable beings, what good would artifacts do, even if crafted by the demons themselves?

As the avatars fell, their artifacts became spoils of war for the Supreme Sorcerers.

Most top-tier magical artifacts in the New York Sanctum came from these battles!

Over time, the demons learned and stopped bringing equipment, knowing they couldn't defeat Earth's Supreme Sorcerers in one go. Their nearly eternal lives meant they could afford a war of attrition.

Like today, Omar came unarmed.

Unbeknownst to her, Clark had already amassed three divine items, catching her off guard.

As Clark launched his ruthless attack, Omar reacted promptly. Raising her right hand, she fired a thumb-thick black energy beam from between her fingers, bypassing Clark's sword Qi and aiming straight for his forehead.

Clark, ever ruthless, met Omar's suicidal tactic with...

Light Energy Beams!

His hands continued their attack, while his eyes shot brilliant beams, countering Omar's dark energy.

Anywhere else, such a war of attrition against Omar would be suicidal. Even her avatar's energy dwarfed Clark's by over ten times.

But this was a space rift near the Light Dimension.

Omar's dark energy faced severe suppression, while Clark's light beams were greatly enhanced. As he released the beams, the omnipresent light energy replenished his expenditure, even outpacing his use rate!

This was the advantage of terrain, making this rift more like Clark's home field than Earth.

With this advantage, Clark's light beams matched Omar's dark energy.

Impression from Omar +66666!

Omar was taken aback by Clark's unexpected tactics, especially in this special space where his dreadful move could match her power.

She was utterly unprepared for this!

As the energy beams canceled each other out, Clark didn't pause. His Healing Hands, charged with space-tearing Qi, swept across Omar, bisecting her!

As Clark moved past, his eyes ceased emitting beams, but he maintained his sword stance, freezing his elegant silhouette in that moment.

Impression from Omar +56567!

Behind Clark, the bisected Omar didn't show defeat on her beautiful face but a playful smile.

Next, her form turned ethereal, transforming into ambiguous dark energy, wrapping tightly around Clark.

The decisive strike had hit its mark but hadn't killed Omar's avatar. Instead, it had merely wounded her significantly.

Underestimating a demon's vitality, Clark was quickly entangled by Omar's transformed dark energy. Her upper body reappeared, grasping Healing Hands' blade, while her lower half remained a dark mist, binding Clark tightly.

Seeing his shockwave attack working but failing to free himself, Clark didn't bother with another tactic.

He enhanced!

And enhanced!

And enhanced again!

With abundant light energy to fuel him, Clark felt like he had ingested a certain blue pill, combining shockwaves with light energy to relentlessly assault Omar's soul and body.

The intense bombardment sent Omar to new heights of agony, blanking her mind as if her body no longer belonged to her, fluctuating between ecstasy and torment.

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