The vast Krui Di Memorial Square now held only the White Robed Pope and Hycintos.
The bitter wind howled, and the heavy snow seemed almost weightless.
The endless curtain of snow obscured the entire square, dyeing the world a boundless gray-white.
Snowflakes whirled in the wind like countless crystal-clear butterflies, circling and dancing above the battlefield.
When the ice butterflies flew past, the clash between the two men was finally revealed beyond the barrier.
Their simple collision stirred up violent air currents, scattering the snowflakes and blocking the view of every spectator.
Hycintos held the Ceros Spirit Sword in his hand. The Ceros runes on its blade shone like the bright moon in the night sky. Even his casual swings seemed capable of splitting the earth, reinforced by the barrier's protection, into four pieces.
The White Robed Pope stood at the center of the shattered square without retreating half a step.
"Show me some real skill, Hycintos."
The White Robed Pope gazed indifferently at Hycintos, as if telling him that his current power was still insufficient to harm him.
Wherever the silver radiance of the Divine Age passed, the void shattered and reality twisted. Even space itself was severed from its connections by this unmatched force.
"I heard your fighting style leaned more toward defensive counterattacks. Why do you look like a tortoise shell to me?"
Hycintos's slashes left the buildings outside the square as fragile as paper. Entire rows of towers trembled and cracked under the impact of his sword aura. Bottomless fissures spread like webs, tearing the solid ground into pieces.
The towering church was sliced into countless fragments by the sword aura and collapsed with a thunderous crash like a line of dominoes.
The square's ground was lifted into the air. The statues and monuments were not