Sun Fei was currently in [Barbarian Mode]. The strength of an 84th-level Barbarian was equivalent to a mid-level nine-star in the real world, while Spartacus Martial Saint Aquinta was at least a Moon-level expert. As for which level within the Moon-level, that was a secret to the Zenit. The gap between the two was obvious. If they were to actually fight, Sun Fei was not confident that he could withstand ten moves from this Imperial Martial Saint.
Fortunately, Sun Fei had gained experience fighting against Moon Class experts in his previous battle with the Divine Master Baresi. Also, Iaquinta hadn't gone all out just now, so Sun Fei was quite confident in taking those two moves.
On the other hand, the reason Sun Fei deliberately provoked Iaquinta with such an ungentlemanly insult, even risking his life to confront this Spartak Empire Martial Saint, was not because he was out of his mind and wanted to show off. Rather, it was to stir up Iaquinta's emotions and, incidentally, to slightly weaken his 'momentum'.
For a master, in a decisive battle against an evenly matched opponent, mindset and momentum are the two most important things.
Whether one's mind is calm or not determines whether one can concentrate fully and unleash one's full strength in a duel. True masters can adjust their mind before a duel, achieving a state of perfect tranquility, in order to perform at their peak.
And momentum refers to the spirit or force.
It is the inertia of an invisible energy that accumulates to a certain degree and is then released freely and unrestrainedly in a duel.
True masters prioritize building momentum before making a move. This concept is profound and mysterious, but it is not illusory. Sun Fei recalled an example from his middle school textbook about Cao Gui's discussion of warfare, which clearly pointed out the adage "one should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will weaken with each attack, and be exhausted with each attack." The morale of soldiers is the momentum of a master. To give a simpler example, a person in a fit of rage might do something they would never normally dare to do. However, once the anger subsides, they would absolutely not dare to do the same thing again.
What is anger in an ordinary person becomes momentum in the eyes of a master like Iaquinta.
It's easy to guess that both Zenit Martial Saint Krasic and Spartacus Martial Saint Iaquinta must have spent a considerable amount of time preparing for today's duel. Before the duel, both of them had adjusted their state and killing intent to the peak, and their first move was earth-shattering.
Sun Fei's provocation first stirred Iaquinta's emotions, then induced Iaquinta to make a move. Once he made a move, regardless of the strength of his attack or whether he used his full strength, it was as if he had silently dissipated a portion of the enemy Martial Saint's 'momentum'.
These things were all knowledge from Emperor Yashin's cultivation notes that Krasich had shown Sun Fei. Sun Fei was putting what he had learned into practice today, hoping to secretly do Zenit Martial Saint Krasich a favor.
Sun Fei didn't know if what he was doing was unnecessary. A bad premonition had been lingering in his mind since morning, as if he were about to lose a close relative. Sun Fei couldn't understand why he had this feeling, but after seeing the mysterious expert just now, he suddenly understood something.
"Could it be because of the Martial Saint Krasic?"
Sun Fei asked himself this question inwardly, but then smiled to himself, realizing that he had really let his concern cloud his judgment. He then focused his mind and watched the battle calmly.
boom!!!!
Boom!! Boom!!! Boom!!!
The sky was filled with streaks of blue and fiery red light, like a dazzling display of beautiful yet deadly fireworks in the deep night.
" Sword Move!"
A cool, low shout, an ethereal starting stance, and a giant sword with cyan flame runes, over twenty meters long, slowly emerged from the void. Waves of cyan light continuously radiated in all directions, and the One Sword swept across the sky, as if the entire space was about to be torn apart.
" Blazing Flames!"
Iaquinta's long hair flew wildly under the demonic moon, and crimson flames surged from his body, creating a giant fire shield in the shape of a demon's head in the sky amidst the intense burning.
call out!
The cyan longsword whistled and arrived in an instant, transcending the boundaries of time and space, reaching Iaquinta in front of him.
"Open!" Iaquinta roared, his shield of flames burning wildly, neither dodging nor avoiding, but crashing head-on into the sharp tip of the cyan greatsword.
boom!
The entire mountain peak began to tremble.
Countless streaks of flame shot in all directions, falling from the mountaintop with a destructive, scorching heat.
In the night sky, the fiery shield shattered into pieces the moment they collided, while the runes on the blade of the azure greatsword flickered and paused only briefly before shooting out at an even faster speed. The merciless Martial Saint pierced through the muscular body of Spartak.
Is the outcome already decided?
Many people stared wide-eyed at the scene in the night sky. Even God of War would be severely injured if pierced through by such a giant sword. How could the Spartak Martial Saint be so weak?
Sun Fei was overjoyed at that moment, but he quickly realized that the cyan rune greatsword had only pierced through the afterimage left by his opponent's high-speed Teleport. It was just that Iaquinta's speed was too fast, and the afterimage was close enough to deceive the eyes of a group of powerful people.
Sun Fei scanned the night sky with his eyes, trying to find the true location of Iaquinta.
Just as Sun Fei's eyes lit up slightly, countless dense, metallic clanging sounds suddenly rang out from the sky.
Ding ding ding ding!!
A strange spectacle appeared in the sky--
Zenit Martial Saint Krasich stood majestically like a mountain amidst the lightning. Countless flaming swords suddenly appeared around him, attacking from every angle without leaving any blind spots. However, each of these flaming swords, capable of killing a six-star expert, was firmly blocked by a light shield with constantly emerging blue ripples when it was less than five fingers' width away from Krasich, unable to penetrate even a fraction of an inch.
"Hahaha, good, good! Krasic, it's been twenty-six years since we last met, and your strength has not disappointed me!"
Flames exploded everywhere, turning the night sky crimson and blotting out the sun. Amidst the flames, Iaquinta's imposing figure reappeared. With a flash, he stood lightly on Lightning, facing Krasic. His face was filled with fighting spirit, and his eyes still blazed with blood-red flames as he stared intently at Krasic.
Krasic waved his hand gently, his expression calm, and said nothing. A surge of immense power swept across the area, instantly extinguishing the flames that filled the sky.
The exchange between the two powerful figures was a fleeting moment, yet it left the spectators below mesmerized.
This is the true power of the strong, this is the duel between masters at the Martial Saint Class. It is as magnificent as a myth, as enchanting as a dream. Every move they make can unleash the power of super-killing techniques. The entire void seems to be torn apart by the force generated after the collision. The invisible shockwave spreads outwards, and no one below the Moon Class expert can set foot within a hundred meters. Once they enter, they will be smashed to pieces and their flesh will be mangled.
On the open grassland, everyone was stunned.
Each martial artist quietly sensed the powerful aura spreading through the air. That unique power aura of Moon Class expert was an indescribable baptism for many who were stuck on the bottleneck of their martial arts cultivation path. It was a collision of souls, allowing them to experience a form of power they had never felt before.
Huntelaar, the One Sword of Ajax, closed his eyes slightly, his rough hands constantly stroking the silver rapier. His brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, as if he had sensed something during the duel between the two powerful figures.
Eindhoven's star player Costacurta, remained seated imposingly on the stone bench, his head slightly raised, his eyes fixed intently on the two powerful figures atop the mountain, his face still bearing that extremely serious expression, devoid of any change in demeanor.
Meanwhile, Crown Prince Gilano of the Saint-Germain Empire remained surrounded by beautiful women, enjoying the gentle service of his four maids. With fine wine in hand and beauties on his lap, the duel between the two powerful figures seemed more like a performance to entertain him. To dedicate his four precious spectator slots to four mere concubines—this crown prince certainly lived up to the name of a womanizer.
At the far end of the meadow, Drogba, Pierce, Čech, and other Chambord masters also solemnly felt the impact of the two powerful figures. What they lacked now was to witness a true duel between strong individuals and feel the terrifying power that could shake the heavens and the earth with every move.
Only the beautiful mercenary Elena seemed indifferent. Her strength, like Sun Fei's, came from leveling up by killing monsters in the Diablo World. She couldn't cultivate the martial arts and magic of the real world. Although the two powerful figures exuded awe, to Elena, they were no different from the demons and monsters in the Diablo World —at most, just two boss-level monsters.
From the very beginning, Sun Fei was completely focused on this epic battle.
He had secretly made up his mind that if the mysterious expert showed any signs of weakness, he would not hesitate to take action immediately, even if it meant being seriously injured. In this real world, there were not many people that Sun Fei truly cherished, and Krasic was definitely one of them. He had already planned out his methods and all the means he could use, and he was somewhat confident that he could definitely cause great trouble for the enemy's Martial Saint.
However, what reassured Sun Fei somewhat was that Krasic had clearly gained the upper hand in that exchange of blows.
Throughout the entire exchange, Krasic did not take a single step, while Iaquinta was forced to leave his spot. Both sides unleashed an offensive move and a defensive move, and in the midst of the attack and defense, Krasic's moves were completely devoid of any Martial Saint, utterly suppressing Spartak.
It seems that Krasic's strength is slightly superior to Iaquinta's.
This discovery brought Sun Fei a slight sense of relief, but he couldn't be too happy too soon. In a battle between Moon Class experts, the difference was often just a hair's breadth. The two sides had only been testing each other before and hadn't really used their killing moves. With the Moon Class experts' formidable Dou Qi strength, who knows how fierce their ultimate Dou Qi qi techniques would be!
The situation remains complex and unpredictable, and is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface.
Second update.