In the face of the cloud flas that could purify the evil of this world and burn higher concepts, the sword slash finally lost its overbearing montum.
With the involvent of the cloud flas, a spark began to appear at the center point of the collision. Even the surrounding environnt started to beco distorted.
In just a minute, the winner in the confrontation finally appeared because the sword qi on Fein's attack gradually reached its limit.
'So this is the power of cloud fla?'
Fein had to admit that the fla's power didn't let his expectations down. Just like that, the sword slash completely disappeared. Roger heaved a sigh. He looks like a nest of birds, and he's completely devoid of his previous elegance.
'I don't need to pay for the damages to his clothes, right?' Fein thought worriedly as he looked at the cuts on Roger's expensive-looking clothes.
As the owner of a prestigious clothing brand where even nobles and royalties co. It was bound that the owner would also wear high-quality ones.
'Should I just knock him out in this battle and leave?' This thought crossed Fein's mind.
Roger glanced at his trembling hands. He could still feel the weight of the of the sword slash even after it completely vanished.
And he still didn't follow up with another sword slash. 'If this is an actual battle, it would be my downfall,' Roger thought bitterly as he began to accept the reality.
He knew that Fein had already gone easy with him by just watching him from the sidelines. If this wasn't a spar, but a battle in life and death. Fein won't give him the opportunity to breathe.
'My degu reserves won't last long.' Roger sighed when he sensed that he only had half of his degu reserves.
"Do you still want to go on?" Fein asked calmly.
Roger just put a fighting stance to express his aning.
Seeing this, Fein just smiled and infused thirteen percent of his degu energy in his 'Dragon Abyssal Death Blade.' because his next attack needed sufficient fuel. He waved his sword multiple tis. As he visualizes the aning of his sword, which is free and could cut anything in its path. Just like that, fifty sword slashes erged, along with his waving motions towering at the size of one hundred fifty ters, they appeared like a tsunami of crescent sword shapes. Fein would like to call this move as 'Eagle Sword Art: Eagle Tsunami!'
Roger felt his scalp numb when he saw the terrifying scene barreling towards him. 'Fuck!' he could only curse in his heart. Even if he wants to back out now, he won't be able to because of his pride! Sotis so things are more important than one's life. And for Roger, it was his face! So, even in front of the world-ending tsunami of sword slashes, Roger mustered all the guts that he could muster in his last ti and bravely stood in front of it.
He moved his two arms closer to each other, and a light flickered in its center. The cloud flas converged. Roger gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes as he started to gather and condense the cloud flas at a single point and shape it into a dragon.
'Fist of the Fla Dragon!' Roger cried out in his mind.
In the center of his palm, a huge white dragon made of cloud fla prop up and roared at the tsunami of slashes in defiance!
Fein looked at the scene with awe. "I didn't expect to see a dragon here. Albeit fake."
Honestly, he could still launch another hundred of slashes eight tis with his degu amount, but he still wants to fight Roger's 'Cloud Fla Transformation II'.
The dragon flew towards Fein's eagle tsunami. The scene looks like a mortal trying to challenge the heaven.
Roger slumped to the ground while panting. He looked at his strongest attack with solemnity. He could feel that he only had thirty percent remaining degu energy in his body.
Just like that, a hundred sword slashes t the white fla dragon...
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Multiple sounds of gashes as the dragon blocked the eagle tsunami. The dragon manage to crush five of the slashes and it didn't show a sign of stopping. The cloud of flas burned anything on its path to its origin. When a sword's energy touched the cloud's fla, it would eradicate the energy.
Fein stared at this with astonishnt. He knew that each of his sword slashes could divide a mountain and topple islands. And the white dragon just casually brushed them!?
'Just how powerful could this dragon be!?'
Just like that, the white dragon made of cloud fla had already destroyed fifty-five of the one hundred fifty ters of sword slashes and it was still going strong. Roger clenched his fist in anticipation.
"It seems there's still a chance," Roger muttered quietly.
But he doesn't dare to brag at Fein anymore, the slap earlier still stings in his heart.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every ti a sword slash got destroyed, it would explode like a firework that gave a weird sense of beauty. The dragon continued to demolish the 'Eagle Tsunami' until there were only ten left. But the dragon's pace had already slowed down significantly, and it was not as bright as before. But Fein and Roger knew that this was enough for the remaining sword slashes.
Fein looked at the smiling Roger in the distance with sympathy. 'Although I don't want to ruin your mood. You would have won if I can't produce another of such attack but...' He sighed as he casually swung his sword to make another series of sword slashes, but this ti, the sword slashes appeared in the shape of eagle claws reaching an astonishing two hundred ters!
The bad premonition about Roger's heart appeared, and his smile turned into despair. 'Damn it! I thought I already had this ga in the bag! Just how many sword slashes can he produce!?'
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