Roger blocked Rayleigh's terrifying slash once again.
And that deep black gleam seared itself into everyone's minds.
The Dark King!
Only now did Hades understand exactly how Rayleigh had earned the title "Dark King."
Unfortunately, that title was no longer his to claim.
Rayleigh now seemed like the sole being beneath the heavens, radiating a terrifying aura. This was what he truly looked like when he fought.
The weather changed completely, controlled by his powerful spirit.
Gales and lightning constantly manifested in the area surrounding Rayleigh.
The powerful magnetic field changes induced by his Conqueror's Domain altered the weather.
"Roger, watch yourself."
Rayleigh smiled at Roger. At some point, the glasses on his face had disappeared.
Rayleigh had gotten completely serious, truly treating Roger as an enemy.
Facing Rayleigh like this was like facing a god descended from legend, like struggling against nature itself.
The pressure came from every direction.
Roger seemed entirely unaffected, and the battle between the two top swordsmen continued.
Roger's slashes grew more forceful with each strike as he constantly searched for openings in Rayleigh's defenses.
He listened to the voices of all things, wielding a nearly invincible Conqueror's Domain.
Wind and clouds surged, banks of mist churning.
Clang! Clang!
Every swing of Rayleigh's blade made all the surrounding clouds tremble.
They were now nearly four thousand meters in the air, with plenty of clouds around them.
Like a god's scepter, his black blade whipped the wind and clouds into a frenzy, threatening to cleave even space itself.
Only by facing Rayleigh directly, by facing his blade, could one understand how terrifying his swordsmanship truly was.
The immense might of his swings and the pressure of his Conqueror's Domain bore down on Roger without a moment's respite.
Their figures collided in midair, then appeared somewhere else