Yang Yi hurried onto the battlefield with the Greatsword, over three meters long, in hand and joined the fight with the Sword King and the Absolute King.
Almost no one else could intervene in the three-way melee. Even making out their exchanges required Mythic-level combat strength.
The others could only feel shock waves constantly blasting out from the heart of the battlefield, sending the Salt Soldiers staggering and flying like an exploding fireworks display. They had no idea what was happening, only that three energies were colliding. The scorching one that radiated searing heat was probably Yang Yi, the dazzling golden one of unparalleled sharpness seemed to be Galahad, and the last was the Absolute King's, transparent yet carrying a sense of weight.
"You... you're utterly despicable! Two against one, and you have the nerve to call yourselves kings?"
The Absolute King roared, relying on his exceptional swordsmanship and unique Space Magic to fight Yang Yi and Reinhardt. He shifted positions frequently, looking rather beleaguered.
Both Yang Yi and Reinhardt could tear through spatial barriers, and both possessed top-class swordsmanship. Reinhardt in particular had sprouted six pairs of wings made entirely of salt, repeatedly striking the Absolute King from tricky angles.
Yang Yi, meanwhile, fought with broad, sweeping swings of his Greatsword, relying on sheer strength to overcome skill. He specifically sought head-on clashes with the Absolute King, and whenever he landed a hit, Blazing Fire tore apart more than half the Absolute King's body.
As for the fact that they were jointly attacking the Absolute King, both men denied it, never letting up on their verbal abuse.
"He's my prey! I was here first!"
"No, he must die by my sword!"
"Then let our skills decide. Whoever kills him gets him."
"Agreed!"
Yang Yi and Reinhardt clashed swords once,