Boom!
The instant the War Blades clashed, Bitor's expression changed. An indescribable force surged through his blade, numbing his arm and sending him stumbling backward several steps, completely beyond his control.
"What terrifying strength! It's even more frightening than Berserker's!"
He wasn't the only one. Berserker, watching from the stands, had darkened his expression, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"How has his strength improved so much in such a short time?"
In their last clash, Bai Yuan had needed to rely on his domain to suppress Berserker and barely drive him back. Now, both his force amplitude and speed amplitude had undergone a qualitative leap.
His rate of growth was downright alarming.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
On the arena, Bai Yuan's blade flashed like a surging tide, its attacks unrelenting.
Every slash condensed an incredibly sharp blade aura. His attacks didn't just blanket the arena; they also formed a pressure that steadily tightened and built, as if the entire space within the arena were slowly contracting beneath his blade.
"This sword art... is terrifying!"
The longer Bitor fought, the more shaken he became.
He controlled flying swords with his Spiritual Force, attacking from the side in an attempt to distract Bai Yuan.
But Bai Yuan wielded his shield with ease, deflecting every flying sword, while his right-hand War Blade remained locked on Bitor. Forced to defend with all his might, Bitor couldn't find even the slightest opening to retreat.
The spectators were already buzzing with discussion, their exclamations of amazement ringing out without pause.
"What an incredible sword art! Just that alone is enough to put him in the top fifty!"
"More than that! Look, his blade momentum is still rising. It's as if it has no limit..."
"It's not just his sword art. His shield technique and footwork