'Sword savant style fourth form, whirlpool strikes.'
With a flurry of rapid slashes Quillon planned to slice Marcus up, but he was surprised by how they expertly maneuvered and used their iron wings as a scapegoat to avoid all of his attacks.
Then with one final slash from above Quillon was able to send his opponent rocketing towards the ground.
Except instead of crashing into the ring, they disappeared for a mont before repapering and landing on their feet perfectly fine.
Though Quillon had already begun his own decent his sword posed to make a finishing blow, when out of nowhere a massive furnace made of fire appeared right in front of his face and sent a huge blast of fla at him.
'Sword savant style seventh form, Warding flash.'
Rapidly moving his sword in a zigzag pattern Quillon was able to block all of the flas coming at him, but the intense heat radiating around him was still burning him.
Luckily, he was able to jump out of the flas after only a mont.
'Looks like they are finally getting serious and decided to stop pretending to chant.'
With a smile on his face Quillon waited to see what Marcus would do next, but was surprised to see them jump back and put so distance between them.
'You won't get away that easily.'
However, as he bounded towards Marcus, a large iron golem over thirty feet tall, appeared in front of him forcing him to stop for a mont to cut it down with one swing.
But in that mont, it had been enough for his opponent to make it to the other side of the ring, where Quillon saw a colossal sword of iron appeared above them.
'This must be that tier six spell they used to win their last match.'
Seeing this Quillon was filled with elation. He had never had the chance to face a tier six spell before, and he could not wait to see what kind of power it had.
Yet Quillon soon turned serious as the huge blade of iron began to fall down on him, and he could tell that the power behind it was not sothing he could stop normally.
'Supre skill, Ten Greatest Techniques, Rebound'
Using his strongest ability, Quillon slashed up at the titanic sword about to hit him, and all of the force behind it was rebounded back upwards.
This caused the cataclysmic iron sword to bounce back up and its own force caused it to crack where Quillon's sword had hit it.
Then with his adversary surprised that their attack was blocked, Quillon rushed forward.
Except as he got closer, he noticed the massive iron sword was moving again and would hit both him and its caster.
Yet Quillon knew what was happening and clicked his tongue and stopped to receive the tier six spell again.
'Ten Greatest Techniques, Shattering Blow.'
Using another of his ten strongest attacks, Quillon was able to completely destroy Marcus' tier six spell but doing so had left him open to an attack.
A torrent of flas then completely engulfed him, and while he put up his best defenses, the heat was too severe, and his flesh began to burn.
Luckily, he managed to hold out, and while his body had third degree burns all over it he would only need a bit of ti for them to heal.
Of course, his opponent was not going to give him the ti he needed and began running towards him, obviously aiming to end the fight with one last attack.
'Ten Greatest Techniques, Guided Strike.'
Unable to properly move his arms on his own Quillon allowed his supre skill to move for him using an attack that never missed.
And just as expected his arm and sword moved as if they had a mind of their own and stabbed straight into his opponent's chest right as they had initiated their attack.
It was an attack that normally would have killed whoever, it was used against as very few living creatures could survive having their chest stabbed through, but he was currently dealing with a spiritual being that could survive being cut in half.
'They disappeared again.'
Seeing Marcus vanish Quillon took up a defensive position and waited for his regeneration to finish healing him.
Unfortunately, before he was fully recovered his adversary appeared again, their wound already gone, before they exploded with so new type of power.
Quillon then had to block a powerful blow, that easily pushed him back and even broke so of his fingers.
While flying backwards he watched as a powerful blast of energy was sent his way, and with his hands barely able to grip his sword, he knew that he would be unable to counter on his own.
'Aerial I need you.'
With no other option Quillon summoned his contracted spirit.
He had not planned to use her but having already co this far, he was willing to use everything he had to win.
Aerial appearing out of his body, took her humanoid form and deployed a powerful wind barrier in front of Quillon, and using all of her strength blocked Marcus' attack.
'Spirit assimilation.'
Fusing with his contracted spirit Quillon's power soared to new heights, but the pressure on his body was imnse.
'I only have a few minutes ti to finish this.'
Having used his final trump card Quillon began to unleash a flurry of blows, against Marcus.
The two continued to battle it out, each trying to use all of their skills to win the fight.
'Damn even after using nine of my ten techniques I still cannot win. They counter every ti with that ability that can raise their strength for an instance. Both and Aerial are not going to last much longer. I will have to put my all into one last attack.'
And while Quillon was thinking this so was his opponent, whose power compressed around them as they flew towards him like a missile.
'Sword savant style first form, Typhoon Fang. Ten Greatest Techniques, Final Slash.'
Using his strongest form, and strongest skill, Quillon t Marcus head on in a final clash, feeling a rush of exhilaration, as he was finally able to cross blades with soone, he could call his equal.
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