Gabriel moved with his longsword in hand, and a silver Sword Aura tore through the air, its fierce killing intent chilling to the bone.
As Emily cried out in alarm, Trunks and Gilbert had already leaped forward to intercept Gabriel. Mounted on his Manticore, Trunks looked cold and grave. He raised his greatsword, forming a milky-white arc of sword light before him.
Gilbert held a pitch-black spear. Having never practiced martial techniques, he relied purely on the powerful body of his Dragon Clan and thrust his spear fiercely with brute force.
Metal clashed in a flurry of sharp cracks. Trunks grunted and scrambled aside with his Manticore. Gilbert's spear snapped in two, and the Sword Aura slashed open the clothing over his chest, exposing a broad patch of dark skin.
Gabriel, the Great Swordmaster, looked cold and stern. After that single strike, he remained perfectly composed and did not rush to attack again. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the room where Han Shuo and Little Skeleton were.
Just then, the piercing whistle of a bone blade rang out. A small, eerily gleaming bone blade suddenly shot from the direction Gabriel was looking. Behind the window, Little Skeleton fixed the purple-glowing pupil of his left eye on Gabriel, repeatedly flicking the five bony fingers of his left hand.
Still catching his breath, Trunks was shaken by Gabriel's terrifying strength, as was Gilbert, who had broken out in a cold sweat. With just one simple stroke, an overwhelming attack had left Trunks no choice but to dodge. As for the immensely strong Gilbert, his lack of martial technique meant that the moment he thrust his spear, the silver battle aura cut it in two. Had he not dodged in time, the battle aura would have wounded his chest.
Yet just as