Diasho Ken’s features contorted in rage, but the energy he wasted clenching his fist made it feel as though the whole world was spinning around him. He was far too weak, if he really collapsed in this danger zone, even if he could normally ignore its so-called danger with impunity, he would still die a hundred tis over.
Rationality told him that he needed to leave, but his pride and arrogance got the best of him. How could he simply turn and leave? Even though no one had recorded what happened, the whole world would know after today that he, Diasho Ken, had released his Sword God’s Harmony and still lost!
Communicating with one’s ancestors as a sprite in order to release their battle form was sothing every sprite was incredibly sensitive to. There was no doubt that every sprite not just on the lower tier, but even the higher tiers, had felt it the mont Diasho Ken went all out. If he had to leave in sha now, he would be humiliated!
Captain Diasho roared into the skies, ignoring the ramifications, he unleashed his battle form once more. His body flickered into and out of existence, but he could feel his soul tearing apart with every step he took toward Dyon.
This wasn’t a battle he could afford to lose! If he ever wanted to catch up to his brother, if he wanted to protect the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Guild, he had to win!
Dyon turned back to see what looked like a streaking sword approaching him with blinding speeds.
His eyes flashed with a murderous intent. I allowed you to live yet you haven’t accepted my act of kindness and have instead decided to foolishly attack ?!
Dyon’s body turned into a resplendent gem. The blood shimred upon his flawless skin, dripping downward as though his body had beco frictionless.
Diasho Ken’s attack was rebuffed. His body flew backward, but he lifted himself up and charged once more.
He wasn’t a fool, he realized that Dyon was capable of reflecting what amounted to at least 50% of the power of his strikes. Every ti he attacked, he was inflicting more and more damage to himself. But, he had practically lost himself in battle. His desire to win fueled his everything.
Dyon’s arrogant gaze was like a looming guillotine, lifting high above his prideful heart and preparing to cleave down at any mont.
Dyon beca akin to an impenetrable wall, his sword attacks beco swifter and swifter. His energy seed endless to the point where it caused despair in his opponent.
How could Diasho Ken know that Dyon’s energy reserves were multiple tis that a normal celestial of his realm? Even without the Energy Core to constantly supply his inner world with more power, saying that he had 5 tis the qi of Diasho Ken was an understatent!
Captain Diasho tried to enter his selfless Magic Swordsman state, trying to reach that realm of perfection and beauty he had before. But, he found it absolutely impossible.
At that mont, sothing incomparably shocking was happening.
Every ti Ken tried to form a new magic circle, Dyon would create a weapon’s hell array in the exact sa spot. Ken couldn’t imagine the level of reaction ti and speed that was needed to replicate such a feat…
Because Dyon’s Presence was infused into his every action, the mont the array and magic circle tried to form in the sa spot, the magic circle would shatter under Dyon’s might. Then Diasho Ken’s piercing sword would be deflected by a spinning spear.
The experience was absolute maddening, and every occurrence resulted in a new heavy injury.
Diasho Ken’s eyes reddened. He had never been so humiliated in his life. Those of the Heavenly Sword Guild who remained couldn’t comprehend what they were seeing. Was it possible for a lower celestial to be so powerful?
The veins bulged along Diasho Ken’s forehead, giving his handso features a sinister appearance.
“I’ll kill you!” Diasho Ken roared as his shoulder was pierced by another one of Dyon’s attacks. His body flew backward, crashing into the rubble his previous [World Revolves] attack created.
Diasho Ken stood in a rage, his eyes looking no different than that of a wild beast’s. He suddenly beca a man who was willing to give up any and everything.
In that mont, the skies all across the lower tier darkened. An aura descended that froze Dyon’s body in place.
Dyon’s eyes contracted, a cold sweat perating his back. The last ti his knees had felt so weak, that his body trembled like so, was during his third trial. Back then, he had charged through, defeating one Presence expert after another. But, when he ca up against an Emperor Level Presence, his King Level Presence of back then stood not a single chance and he was forced to give up without even trying…
In the far distance, Empress Aspirant Cativa’s eyes contracted as she repelled several puppets. It wasn’t just her, the armies of the lower tier True Gods, and even the three dragon and qilin True Gods, all stopped simultaneously, looking up and into the skies.
“Tsk.” True God Aurum spit to the side, a view that was in sharp contrast to his blemishless golden hair. “Shaless half-sprites, utilizing the Faith of your ancestors when you yourselves aren’t good enough to win. If it wasn’t for your kind being so shaless, would our Drago-Qilin Lands be ranked second behind such swine?”
Cativa’s eyes narrowed. ‘The only one capable of eliciting the Diasho Clan’s accumulated Faith to this level is Diasho Ken… But, he’s only a step away from becoming a Peak Celestial. Are you telling that he couldn’t win even after using his Sword God’s Harmony and was actually pushed to this extent?’
As though to answer her thoughts, lofty figure after lofty figure began to appear in the air. In those monts, all of the celestial floors descended into darkness to pay respects to the images of the Ancestor Diasho…
Dozens of figures stood in the skies, each dressed with spotless golden robes, their backs marked with the sword crossed Holy Grail. They seed to support Diasho Ken in silence. The whole world weighed down on Dyon… The matter was simple. If their descendent wanted him to die, he would die!
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