At that very moment, in the Lord's Canyon—or, more precisely, physically in the Lord's Canyon but spatially inside a subspace opened through mysticism—the battle between three lawless terrorists and one innocent knight commander was only getting faster. In just a few short minutes, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
They were all high-ranking transcendents, after all. A fight like this was only natural.
If an ordinary person had somehow stumbled in to watch, the battle would already have been moving too fast for them to even follow the afterimages. They would have been thoroughly blinded by the motion, perhaps even had their minds scrambled.
Of course, it was even more likely they would already have been blasted apart by the endless parade of artificial natural disasters, with not a single cell left behind.
After all, this was a subspace. They could wreak whatever havoc they wanted without affecting the natural environment of the real world. A demigod like Count Celiola, who ordinarily had to keep his power under wraps even when sparring with his knightly subordinates, had no reason to hold back here. Besides, if he went all out, perhaps he really could break through anything with sheer force and blast the subspace to pieces.
Since the knight commander had gone berserk, there was no reason for the three attackers at his back to hold back, either.
And so Count Celiola gripped a spear of light in one hand and slipped a starsteel gauntlet onto the other.
Countless purple blades of light burst forth, sweeping across every corner of the space and filling it with a dazzling display of light and shadow. To those watching, it was as if they weren't facing Count Celiola alone, but an entire space fleet unleashing a barrage of cannons at them.
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