God Slayer

Oran held a tachi in each hand, his twin blades held level to block Elatin's sword strike. Ivankov and the others hadn't expected Oran to have such a trick up his sleeve.

In truth, Oran had far more than one card hidden.

Constructing the Hex Gate was for evacuation, distributing weapons and setting traps were part of the plan. Beyond that, Oran saw no need to list everything he knew as if reporting his family registry.

Things his own people didn't know, let alone the Celestial Dragons who were completely ignorant of this place.

However, seeing his attack blocked, Elatin felt a flicker of interest.

Compared to the Divine Knights led by Gringu, there was an essential gap between them. After all, that was the top fighting force of the Celestial Dragons, and Elatin wasn't even considered a reserve member.

Aside from verbally disagreeing with Gringu, he was inferior to the man in every other aspect.

But he was different from those useless Celestial Dragons with their bubble helmets. At the very least, he was a core member of the Celestial Dragons who had developed normally.

If the prey could resist, he, as the hunter, could enjoy himself more.

"I never thought that in a backwater place like the West Blue, there would be a lowly commoner who could amuse me. No, a rebel.

If those useless fools had chased me, perhaps you would have succeeded, and that would have truly been a disgrace."

Celestial Dragons weren't mute; they spoke normally. Using words to instill fear in their opponents before harvesting them was also their common tactic.

"You should feel honored. I'm in a hurry today, so I won't torment you for too long."

But today, he was destined to miscalculate.

"Heh, your species truly knows how to refresh my understanding. What makes you think you have the upper hand in this situation?"

"Of course, it's... strength! You mere commoner, everything was already decided the moment you tried to offend the majesty of a god!"

Elatin began to increase the force in his arms. While the lower echelons of the Celestial Dragons were foolish, the basic logic of the higher-ups hadn't collapsed. They wouldn't let a group of pirates with high bounties, who were also slaves, become prey.

The separation of the Grand Line and the Red Line Continent into four seas also led to vast differences in combat power between regions. Pirates who could thrive in the New World would, in all likelihood, completely dominate these seas.

Therefore, Elatin never thought there would be any troublesome opponents on God Valley. He hadn't used much strength initially, but as he increased the force in his arms, he didn't achieve the results he expected.

"As expected, no matter what it is, they dare to call themselves gods."

As Oran's thoughts stirred, the core of his armor began to charge, and blue energy flowed through his exoskeleton.

Output Power: 100%.

While parts of Valoran were relatively peaceful, the continent itself was not entirely safe. There were roaming Aspects, demons hidden among the populace, the Void lurking on the continent, and the Starborn atop the Great Mount...

Although he was a researcher, Piltover didn't have as many messy affairs. However, personal strength was also very important. Coincidentally, Oran's abilities had given him a few "teachers" he was quite familiar with.

"If the likes of you can be gods, then today, I shall become a God Slayer."

Due to the mask, Oran couldn't see Elatin's expression, but Oran didn't care about such things.

With the aid of his exoskeleton, Oran unleashed a tremendous force, repelling Elatin's weapon while simultaneously slashing both blades diagonally upwards.

Divine Frost Slash!

Two slashes cut through the air simultaneously. The surrounding airflow seemed to be drawn by Oran's blades at this moment, forming an invisible barrier that interfered with Elatin's movements.

A few strands of hair fluttered down, and Elatin's mask was also cleaved, splitting into two halves and revealing his ashen face.

"To make me breathe this filthy air, you..."

Swoosh!

The blade grazed his ear. Oran didn't continue speaking to him. While Elatin was still enraged, Oran had already appeared beside him, slashing straight down with his right blade while simultaneously thrusting with his left.

Elatin evaded Oran's slashes immediately, but his counterattack was also deflected aside by Oran's blade.

After several consecutive collisions, Oran slightly retracted both blades, then lunged forward with them for a distance. The scattering wind blades even severed two large trees behind Elatin and left considerable marks on the rock face.

Jade Cut!

"Flying slash?! No, the power of a flying slash wouldn't be this small... How could someone like this be considered an ordinary 'leap rabbit'..."

"Actually, meeting a Celestial Dragon like you is a good thing.

It's truly troublesome, but that way, I won't have to struggle with whether you scumbags can understand the insults I'm hurling at you."

The airflow on the twin blades gradually dissipated. This was a special sword technique.

Oran's sword master was very unusual. Strictly speaking, he wasn't even a living person, but a "departed soul" in a spiritual realm – Yone.

The biological brother of the man who constantly dashed into the fray in the canyon every day.

This spiritual realm was the place Oran's dreams most frequently entered. After meeting Yone back then, Oran exchanged a mystery surrounding Yasuo for Yone's sword instruction.

Yone did not practice the Wind-Riding Sword Technique, which Yasuo kept secret. Furthermore, Yone was already "deceased" at the time, so he agreed to the deal.

Looking at Elatin's current position, Oran didn't continue to entangle with him, as the position was almost right.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds came from the side. Tough rope nets shot out from the side. Elatin and Oran had been locked in close-quarters combat, and those around them couldn't do anything. Now that the two had finally created some distance, Ivankov and the others, who had been waiting idly, naturally wouldn't stand by.

"Just a bunch of petty tricks. Against absolute... Damn it, aren't you a swordsman!"

The speed of the rope nets seemed slow to Elatin. Aside from the blade in Oran's hand, which gave him a slight sense of threat, he didn't care if those people attacked him all at once.

As he raised his hand to sever the incoming rope nets, an inexplicable force prevented him from lifting his arm.

Even his body was controlled in place by this sudden power, and he was eventually bound tightly by the rope nets. His unbalanced body also fell, stuck firmly to the ground.

Only then did several metal claws rise around him, and he himself lay within a metal disc.

It was this device that released a gravity field, restricting Elatin's mobility. Its prototype was the gravity field researched by Viktor, a special device that could restrict the movement of creatures within it and cause them to become stunned.

"Swordsman? I just happen to know a bit of swordplay for self-defense. Why would you think I'd fight you scumbags fairly? Isn't this an event you people hold? Except today, you're the prey."