Lesser Spell Power Field!
As Carl’s spiritual power increased, the coverage area and degree of influence of the force field both increased significantly.
His Constitution had already surpassed 0.9, reaching the Peak Knight stage.
Even his Martial Arts, assisted by the Divine Domain Fragnt, had reached a state of perfection.
The heavy broad sword in Carl’s hands was as light as straw, swinging to create afterimages that collided with the incoming rapier.
"HISS!"
The sound of tearing through the air was sharp and piercing.
Hmm?
Both n simultaneously showed surprise.
The blond man noticed the invisible force field affecting him, while Carl was astonished by the opponent’s revealed speed.
So fast?
If discussing speed alone, the opponent’s values must have already exceeded 1, comparable to a formal Knight.
Even... faster than a regular Knight!
Not only that.
"HISS!"
The blond man’s wrist twitched, and his rapier flickered continuously, actually slicing the Spell Power Field open.
How could this be?
Carl, surprised, kept retreating.
He had never encountered such a situation before. What thod did the opponent use to break the witchcraft?
A special Dharma Seal? Or the weird rapier in his hand?
Fortunately, it was only temporarily broken, not a failure of the witchcraft; the force field would recover shortly.
Attacking him would still be affected.
"Interesting."
The blond man extended his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with excitent as he lunged out.
"Really interesting!"
Battle Skill—Star Fall!
Ultimate speed, through a special technique, allowed his rapier to transform into countless stars falling from the sky, first shredding the Spell Power Field and then aiming for Carl.
It’s the rapier!
This ti, Carl saw it clearly.
It was the opponent’s rapier that had broken the Spell Power Field.
There seed to be a strange power on that rapier. When the force field contacted it, it was instantly sliced open.
"Hmph!"
With a grunt, the broad sword spun around his body.
Battle Skill—Gale Slash!
Five afterimages appeared out of thin air, forming an impenetrable sword shield, tightly protecting Carl within.
At this mont, he was not only able to effortlessly perform Gale Slash, but he could even control the attacking position of the afterimages, showing his considerable mastery of Martial Arts.
No longer the blind attacks of the past.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
The collision sounds were rapid, like a sudden rainstorm.
"SNAP!"
A flash of dazzling light suddenly appeared.
Light Spell!
The blond man instinctively closed his eyes, then realized sothing was amiss. His body rapidly retreated as he continuously waved his rapier.
"BANG!"
The ground beneath Carl’s feet exploded, the imnse driving force dramatically increasing his speed.
Battle Skill—Eagle Assault!
This was a Battle Skill associated with Eagle Body Step, allowing the user to dramatically increase their speed for a short ti.
Strike fiercely!
CHOP!
CHOP!
CHOP!
"CLANG!"
The blond man’s wrist trembled, his palm streaming with fresh blood, as Carl, with his broad sword, blasted him into a pile of ruins.
Although his speed was fast, his strength was not.
Probably around 0.8.
Carl’s expression turned grim. Intent on pressing his advantage and finishing his opponent while he was vulnerable, Carl relied on his superior strength to relentlessly suppress him.
The broad sword spun, collided, and slashed. The blond man struggled to hold up, finally revealing a slight flaw.
Die!
Carl’s eyes darkened, his broad sword homing in on an opening—Seeking Gap, but he failed to notice a cold smirk appearing on his opponent’s face.
"BANG!"
"SHLICK!"
His broad sword landed heavily on the blond man’s waist, the imnse force tearing through skin and muscle to the ribs.
anwhile, the blond man took the opportunity to strike, leaving a shallow sword cut on Carl’s back.
"Hmph!"
Carl’s body staggered. He was unable to press his advantage; instead, a deep fatigue welled up within him.
What’s going on?
He had noticed the opponent’s movent but hadn’t considered it significant. Trading wounds should have put him at an advantage—a minor injury for a serious one was a good exchange. But it seed... that was not the case.
"Tsk tsk..." The blond man, holding his rapier, shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"Actually trading blows with ? You’ve got quite the guts!"
Carl, sword in hand, retreated, his eyes fixed on the wound on his opponent’s waist, his expression growing increasingly grim.
The grueso gash was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
anwhile, the wound on his back bled profusely.
"SWOOSH!"
The blond man suddenly abandoned Carl and charged toward Dana and her two companions, crazily swinging his rapier.
"SHLICK!"
"SHLICK! SHLICK!"
Despite their desperate attempts to dodge, they were no match for the blond man’s speed, and cuts appeared all over their bodies.
The blood that flowed from them was Devoured by the rapier, and the blond man’s wounds were also healing increasingly faster.
Until... he was completely unhard!
"CLANG!"
Carl swung his broad sword and attacked again.
He had guessed that the adversary’s Longsword must possess the ability to Devour others’ life force to nourish its bearer.
Given this, he absolutely could not allow his opponent to catch his breath. Otherwise, as the enemy grew stronger and he weaker, he would stand no chance of winning.
Gale Slash!
Eagle Assault!
Lesser Spell Power Field!
Light Spell!
...
He unleashed a flurry of techniques, his offensive like a violent storm, each blow aid at vital points. He was already giving it his all.
"BANG!"
The blond man tumbled away, his thigh bloodied. Although the situation was perilous, there was not the slightest hint of fear on his face.
Instead... there was madness! Excitent!
The more severe his injuries, the more excited he beca.
This man was a madman!
"Haha... good! So strong!"
The blond man swung his rapier wildly, completely ignoring his own wounds, and dashed toward Dana and the others, even if it ant sustaining more injuries.
"SHLICK!"
The rapier sliced open one person’s abdon, frantically Devouring their life force, and his wounds healed rapidly.
To him, Dana and her companions were like recovery Potions; he was in no hurry to kill them.
"Again!"
Turning around, the blond man was briefly stunned.
He saw Carl, who had been fiercely attacking just monts ago, suddenly running off into the distance, abandoning Dana and the others.
This was understandable. He lacked the ans to rapidly recover his stamina, so his burst of power couldn’t be sustained. As ti passed, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage—fleeing now was the wise choice.
"Heh..."
The blond man shook his head.
"Thinking of escaping?"
"Can you escape?"
Before his words ended, his figure had already vanished, rushing toward Carl.
When it ca to speed, he feared no one!
「A mont later.」
A breathless Carl staggered into a long alley. After sprinting for more than ten ters, he suddenly stopped.
At the end was a dead end.
"Run!"
"Keep running!"
Behind him, the blond man, holding his rapier, followed leisurely, gazing at Carl with a mocking smirk.
"I’d like to see where you can run to now."
"..." Carl turned around, looked at his opponent, and suddenly smirked.
"That’s right."
"Now, where can *you* run?"
Hmm? The blond man froze, instinctively sensing sothing was amiss.
"WHOOSH!"
Before he could react, Carl had already raised his left hand, and a ball of Fierce Flas roared out.
Fire Seal!
Fire Seal!
...
Arcs of rock-lting flas surged forward, encompassing the entire alley, leaving no gaps or chance for escape.
"BOOM!"
One after another, six Fire Seals shot down the narrow alley, sweeping everything in their path.
The blond man danced with his rapier, forming dense barriers of blades, but they only held up for a few Breaths against the roaring flas before shattering.
When the flas dissipated, only a charred torso remained. It still struggled to move, appearing to want to approach Carl.
"WHOOSH!"
A Fire Seal struck the torso, exploding on impact.
"BANG!"
The blond man’s body was blown to pieces, and that eerie Longsword clanged to the ground.
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