"Blasphemy? Hehehe... Windu, you're still just like your Jedi Order. Over the long years, you've gradually retreated into your own comfortable little corner, unwilling to come out again." Darth Malthael mocked. "What if I told you this gauntlet was given to me by Lucien Draay?"
"I only need to reclaim it and place it in the Jedi Order's vault," Master Windu said gravely.
"Very confident..." Darth Malthael grinned viciously, his body instantly turning into a wisp of smoke as he charged straight at Windu.
He was now combining the Third Form and Fourth Form lightsaber combat, the style he was most skilled in apart from the Seventh Form Dark Side Juyo lightsaber form. With his current mastery of the blade and command of the Force, he could transition seamlessly between the two forms.
The crimson Lightsaber in his hand threw up a sky full of afterimages. He was incomparably fast, his movements broad and forceful, with no regard for the expenditure of stamina or the Force.
All around them, countless vengeful spirits took the form of black smoke, condensing into terrifying skulls that wailed without cease—soundless, yet enough to make the soul tremble.
This was what made Darth Malthael so terrifying now!
A Jedi Knight's skill with the blade demanded an exceptionally steady state of mind. Yet the vengeful spirits around Darth Malthael could constantly disrupt their focus at the level of the soul. Once their minds were unsettled, the strength a Jedi Knight could wield would be greatly diminished.
And Darth Malthael, of all people, could already be called a master swordsman! Perhaps he still fell short of Darth Pregas, who could combine all Seven Forms of Lightsaber Combat, but swordsmanship was ultimately something tempered through time.
Darth Malthael seized an opening and thrust at Master Windu's flank with