bookpower Chapter 706 A Familiar Trump Card
Chapter 706 A Familiar Trump Card
From her handstand, the young woman suddenly vanished, reappearing beside the airborne Aziel.
She then struck his back with her blunted katana, sending him crashing to the ground.
However, to her surprise, the "Aziel" she hit disintegrated into mere particles.
The next moment, she sensed danger from above.
Shirley looked up.
"DIE!" Aziel exclaimed, brandishing his tachi downward, its edges gleaming purple.
Despite being caught off guard, Shirley managed a clumsy block by angling her katana horizontally, but the blow still sent her plummeting like a falling star.
"Puhahk!"
Landing on her back, the Valenzian beauty spat out a mouthful of blood, quickly rolling out of the way the next moment to dodge Aziel's follow-up downward strike.
She then nimbly got back to her feet, assuming the most basic of fighting stances once more.
Witnessing this, Aziel gripped the handles of his weapon tighter while gnashing his teeth, a hint of anger visible on his handsome face.
'You can't be f*cking serious...this is truly your fighting style? And this sh*t is actually working against a top-level genius like me?!'
Feeling that he would simply tire himself out, the young Yon Augennian warrior stopped thinking about useless things.
He decided to focus on the battle for now.
Just as before, Shirley, even while maintaining the most basic stance, steadily advanced and stalked Aziel as if he were her prey.
This persistent behavior ignited a sense of rage in the prideful heart of the young Yon Augennian.
However, he forcefully pushed aside that feeling this time, inching closer to Shirley himself with the swordsmanship style his father, a renowned titled adventurer from Yon Augenn, had taught him.
The air was thick with tension as sweat trickled down the necks of the two highly skilled warriors, while the onlookers watched the intense sparring match with bated breath. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
None of them expected the match to turn out this way.
Frustrated, the Yon Augennian activated two of his trump cards, casting a sinister red aura around his body and manifesting a golden divine wheel floating behind him.
It appeared as though Aziel was a hybrid of both holy and demonic essence.
Shirley responded accordingly, using her trump cards that none of her comrades had ever seen.
"Four Divine Beast's Essence! Ares' Blessing!"
Four incomprehensible runes materialized above Shirley, each embodying the essence of one of the four mythical divine beasts.
The azure rune roared like a dragon, the white rune growled like a tiger, the red rune screeched like a bird, and the black rune emitted an unrecognizable sound.
The runes then embedded themselves into Shirley's back, followed by an orange ray of blessing that rose from the ground and enveloped her.
Both Aziel and Shirley exuded a menacing presence, their auras making most of the youth representatives break into a cold sweat.
In the next moment, both competitors charged at each other as if on cue, their bodies radiating scarlet and vermillion auras, tinged with a hint of the divine.
A cataclysmic clash ensued as both blunted weapons made contact with each other, generating a fierce gust of wind that made its way over all tables at the grand halls.
"I refuse to believe you're still my equal! Sword of the Divine!" Aziel exclaimed, his tachi extending to five meters in length.
This was his strongest trump card.
In response, Shirley naturally used her own ace skill, the edges of her blunted blade glowing with an eerily silent dark purple.
"O' reaper of the night, please taketh thy adversary's life...swiftly...silently..." she murmured before exclaiming: "Nightfall Reaper!".
Both warriors swung their weapons with all their might, their teeth clenched from the force of their attacks.
The next moment was a scene that would be immortalized in the memories of the youth who attended this specific Heroes' Banquet.
As the five-meter-long golden tachi collided with the silent dark purple katana, the former was effortlessly sliced in half, the latter cutting through like a hot knife through butter.
The katana then stopped mere centimeters from Aziel's throat, his body drenched in cold sweat.
"I win, Aziel Adramelech."
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