High-Tier Warrior

On the Falan Continent, flying through the air was not anything extraordinary, especially for magical professions. The mid-tier level-five spell Flight could let one fly briefly through the air.

But that was only for magical professions. For warrior professions, they had to reach high tier before they could fly briefly in the sky. After all, unlike magical professions, which relied on communicating with wind elements, warrior professions who wanted to take to the air could rely only on their own abundant battle aura.

Therefore, every warrior professional capable of flying through the air could, without exception, be counted among the ranks of the strong.

And now, the two people who had appeared above the woods, judging from the battle-aura light constantly spilling from their bodies and their attire, were actually two high-tier warriors.

The armor on the two of them was roughly the same in shape, but the colors were different. One was silvery white, while the other gave off a black sheen. Under the bright, clear moonlight, they looked exceedingly distinct.

The two seemed to be around forty or fifty years old. Because of the distance, their faces could not be seen very clearly, but it was obvious that the white-armored warrior had red hair, while the black-armored warrior had blond hair. Each held a two-handed greatsword in both hands, standing suspended in midair, long hair dancing with the wind, their bodies spilling a powerful aura. They looked astonishingly imposing.

High tier could be said to be the first threshold that was very difficult for all professions to cross. After all, as long as one had a passable cultivation method, through hard work, basically anyone could enter mid tier. But high tier was something one might be unable to cross in an entire lifetime.

Of course, high tier was only the first threshold. The second threshold was the step from level eight to level nine. After entering high tier, one could likewise eventually reach the realm of level eight through one's own efforts. But after reaching level eight, the vast majority of people might remain there forever, and only a very small number could enter level nine, where one could be considered a super powerhouse.

As for crossing the third threshold and stepping into the saint rank of peerless powerhouses, or crossing the fourth threshold and entering the sub-god position of legendary powerhouses, those could only be dreams. What one relied on there was already not merely one's own effort, but even more talent and cultivation methods, and even that single instant of sudden enlightenment.

The current Falan Continent no longer possessed the glory it had held several thousand years ago. Even the Saint Mavana Empire only had one peerless saint-rank powerhouse and several level-nine super powerhouses. And in Ama City, aside from his cheap old man, Count Derek, Liu Feng seemed to have never heard of anyone else who had entered high tier. Yet here, in what could be considered the remote territory of York County, two high-tier powerhouses had actually appeared all at once. This truly made Liu Feng feel it was inconceivable.

Upon seeing the appearance of these two high-tier warriors, after their shock, Cookson and the other two immediately gathered around Liu Feng, protecting him inside. After all, no matter how lowly this good-for-nothing eldest son of a count's status was in the residence, he was still a member of the Palister Family. Protecting their master was the nature of attendants.

And with the strength of the few of them, there was absolutely no hope of escaping before two high-tier warriors capable of flying through the air. So Turner and the other two only hoped these two fellows had not come looking to trouble them.

It seemed that in this instant, Liu Feng once again had dogshit luck. These two high-tier warriors seemed to be opponents. After appearing, they had not even glanced at them at all. That extremely powerful pressure from just now had not been released toward them either; it had merely leaked out unintentionally. This made Cookson, Turner, and Box breathe a slight sigh of relief, hoping these two fellows, who could be called terrifying here, would hurry up and finish their business and leave.

After an instant of shock and panic, Liu Feng instead felt curiosity surge up again. After all, it was not easy to encounter two high-tier warriors in ordinary times. So after Liu Feng forced himself to climb up from the ground, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he quietly began using his soul power, raising his perception to the utmost as he observed these two high-tier warriors.

After all, to Liu Feng, who now thirsted desperately to improve his own strength, being able to watch a duel between two high-tier warriors was an extremely rare opportunity.

The two high-tier warriors did not hurry to act. Instead, they began chatting like old friends, though between their words there was a feeling of swords drawn and bows bent.

The black-armored warrior gave a cold laugh and said, "I knew long ago that whenever there was anything good, you lot would come stick your noses in. If you wanted to set your sights on the Treasure of the Creation God, then just set your sights on the treasure. At first you acted so lofty and pure, but now you've snuck over here! A bunch of hypocritical bastards!"

"Same to you. Are you not the same? Besides, when it comes to doing sneaky things on this continent, I believe no one can compare to your church!" the white-armored warrior said in a gentle tone, seeming to smile faintly.

"Colin! Stop always putting on that damned smile of The Church of yours. I'm telling you, since you dared come to the Eastern Continent this time, you'd better consider how you can preserve your little life!" the black-armored warrior's tone became even colder and harsher.

"Oh? What? Could it be that this Eastern Continent belongs to your church? We can't come? Let me tell you, Karns, perhaps others on the Western Continent fear your church, but we don't put you in our eyes. Don't be too arrogant!" The white-armored warrior Colin's tone remained mild, but it had also taken on a hint of mockery.

"Hmph! Enough nonsense. Let strength do the talking!" The black-armored warrior Karns seemed unwilling to continue arguing with words. He swung up the two-handed greatsword in his hands, bringing with it a dazzling sheet of battle-aura radiance as he hacked toward Colin.

And as Karns swung this sword, the surrounding air seemed to freeze all at once. Even space began to distort faintly. At the same time, beneath the two men, a fierce wind seemed to surge out of nowhere, blowing the branches and leaves of tree after tree into violent shaking. Even where Liu Feng was, he once again felt his breathing choke, and his body had some difficulty remaining steady.

The might of this sword from Karns was actually so fierce!

But Colin was not the least bit afraid of Karns's sword. His body shifted slightly to the side, and the longsword in his hand also swung up fiercely, bringing a sheet of dazzling white light to meet it.

"Heavens! It's actually a Knight of Light from The Church and a master from the Fire Worship Sect! This—how is this possible?" Just as Liu Feng had barely managed to steady himself and was about to study these two somewhat familiar-sounding names and exactly where that so-called Treasure of the Creation God had come from, Cookson once again let out a low cry of alarm.

Hearing Cookson's startled cry, Liu Feng's body shook violently. Shock once again showed in his eyes, and he finally remembered just what sort of sacred figures these two people were...