The sudden turn of events left everyone watching completely stunned, unable to react in time.
Because the one who drew the sword was none other than Huntelaar, Ajax's One Sword.
The incredibly strong swordsman, who resembled a gorilla, had somehow risen from the bench he had been sitting on. His 2.3-meter height exuded immense pressure. The slender, bright silver sword in his hand, only as thick as a thumb but nearly two meters long, trembled slightly with a strange rhythm. Each tremor produced a dazzling silver arc, like a shooting star, that streaked across the sky and hurtled towards Krasic in mid-air.
What are you doing?
"Damn it! How dare they interfere in the Martial Saint Battle?"
"Ah, Lord Krasic is injured..."
A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd on the open lawn. No one had expected that, just as Zenit's martial saint Krasic was about to win, Huntelaar, one of the distinguished spectators, would launch a sneak attack.
This is absolutely intolerable in the Martial Saint Battle. Participating in a duel between two Imperial Martial Saint is tantamount to disrespecting the dignity and honor of the warriors of the continent's empires. And today, Huntelaar's intervention is tantamount to the outbreak of war—once the news gets out, the Zenit Empire will inevitably declare war on the Ajax Empire. On the Azeroth Continent, no nation would remain indifferent when its Guardian Martial Saint is ambushed.
"Hmph!" A calm snort echoed from the sky. Krasic's injured body suddenly steadied, and he swung his Heaven Sword down with One Sword backhand strike. A streak of azure sword light shot out, severing thirty-three silver sword arcs in succession, arriving in an instant.
The sword strikes were ferocious and extremely sharp.
Huntelaar dared not take the attack head-on. He spun around, his seemingly clumsy body deftly dodging the azure sword light. He stomped his feet on the ground with a loud thud, creating a deep crater. In the next instant, a flash of silver light and a sharp whooshing sound rang out as Huntelaar appeared in mid-air, within three meters of Krasic.
The incredibly strange, slender silver sword danced wildly in his hand.
It didn't look like a sword; it looked more like a silver whip.
Amidst the whistling sound of air being torn apart, the silver sword danced wildly like a silver snake, its arc and trajectory extremely strange, enveloping Krasic as he frantically thrust forward, unleashing hundreds of sword strikes in an instant.
Krasic's face was a little pale. He pressed his left hand against his right chest and gripped the Heaven Sword tightly with his right hand. The huge sword remained still, but his body was frantically twisting and flashing, constantly changing postures. After each change, the giant sword acted like a shield, steadily blocking the tip of the silver longsword.
In an instant, Mars flew everywhere, as dazzling as fireworks filling the sky.
"Hahaha, Krasic, I told you, you must die today!"
On the other side, the still-shaken Spartacus warrior, Iaquinta, laughed maniacally, watching the [Flaming Bear] beneath his feet turn into a rain of blood. The beast's blood and bones began to burn with raging flames, seemingly capable of melting everything. Iaquinta's smile became ferocious and insane. His gaze swept over the crowd watching below, and he suddenly shouted, "Attack now!"
Before the words were even finished, another unexpected event occurred.
Costacurta, who was watching the battle from the stone bench, suddenly stood up. His black iron-blooded armor clanged and clashed like metal, as if a thousand troops had appeared on the Sword Peak in an instant. A terrifying aura of iron and blood surged into the sky. This was the unique killing aura that a famous general had accumulated after countless years of battlefield conquest. Just like Arshavin, the Zenit God of War, he had an aura that ordinary martial artists could not resist.
boom!
Costacurta drew his long sword from his waist and slashed out, creating a blood-red streak forty or fifty meters long that sliced through the sky.
The blade, imbued with the killing intent unique to the battlefield, was aimed at Zenit's Martial Saint Krasic, who was holding his own against two opponents in mid-air.
boom!
Krasic took the One Sword head-on, his body thrown forty or fifty meters through the air...
No one expected that this renowned general, who had always been as silent as a mountain and gave people a sense of trust, would abandon the Glory of his years of accumulated respect and benevolence at this moment and brazenly attack a Martial Saint who was in the midst of Martial Saint Battle... In that instant, Costacurta's hand, which drew his sword, did not tremble at all, but was extremely firm!
"You... you deserve to die, you deserve to die!!! Die!"
At this moment, Sun Fei finally recovered from the immense shock. No longer caring about hiding his strength, he reached out with both hands in the air, and the [ Bul-Kathos' Children ] set—[ Tribal Guardian ] and [ Mythical Sword ]—appeared in his hands amidst flashes of light. The [ Leap Attack ] skill was activated instantly, and he and his two swords transformed into a frenzied storm of blades.
The two energies, one blue and one red, seemed to tear through the void, intertwining together like two long dragons roaring and charging towards Costacurta!
"Go back!" The four black-armored guards behind Costacurta drew their swords simultaneously, four blades glowing with black and red flames, slashing towards Sun Fei.
Ding ding ding ding!
Amidst a series of deafening clashes of swords, four longswords were cleanly severed in two, one blue and one red, flashing with light, and three human heads flew into the sky.
Faced with the enraged Sun Fei, the guards were utterly powerless to Resist. In a single move, three corpses lay on the ground. Among the four guards, only the one with wheat-colored skin and exceptionally beautiful features possessed strength far exceeding that of his three companions. At the crucial moment, he was pulled back by Costacurta, thus escaping from the sword's edge.
Enraged, Sun Fei unleashed a slash and closed in once more.
Whoosh whoosh!
Three beams of blue light shone brightly.
In the distance, the beautiful mercenary Elena drew her bow and nocked an arrow. A chill suddenly filled the air as three magical arrows, arranged in a Costacurta formation, grazed Sun Fei's ears and head, hurtling past him before striking him directly at his vital organs, including his heart and throat.
Having spent a long time leveling up by Diablo, Elena and Sun Fei are practically telepathic. Their teamwork is seamless; as soon as Elena's arrow arrives, Sun Fei's twin swords instantly aim for Costacurta's heart.
The veteran general of Eindhoven remained expressionless, his sword flashing as he deflected three long arrows in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the blade of his sword was covered in a chilling aura, and even Costacurta's arm began to be covered in a bluish frost.
"Kindness?"
Costacurta raised his white eyebrows, seemingly extremely surprised. He hadn't expected Elena's magic arrow to contain such a strange chill. His right arm stiffened, and with his left hand, he snatched the long sword from the female guard he had just rescued behind him. With a flick of his wrist, he blocked Sun Fei's twin swords in the nick of time.
boom!
A terrifying shockwave spread out, causing Costacurta to lose his footing and fly backwards rapidly, skimming the ground. At the same time, Sun Fei's steps also became unsteady, and he took two steps back.
"This old guy is actually at the Moon-Star Class too."
Sun Fei was able to determine his opponent's martial arts level in an instant.
Although slightly surprised by the strength of an imperial general, and worried about Krasic's safety, his fighting spirit soared. Looking up at Krasic in the air, who was fighting two opponents and still holding his own, he knew that if he could keep Costacurta occupied, Krasic should be able to kill his opponent, and he felt a little more at ease.
Just as Sun Fei was about to turn his head to tell Čech and the other vassal states to stay far away to avoid being caught in the crossfire, for some reason, his gaze suddenly focused on Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain.
This handsome, alluring, and womanizing man, attended by four stunningly beautiful maids, gently held a wine cup, watching Krasic and his companions locked in fierce combat in the sky with a half-smile.
"With delegations from three great empires here to observe the battle, and now that Huntelaar and Costacurta have both made their moves, who can guarantee that this man won't join the fray?"
Sun Fei was deeply shocked and the question came to mind in an instant.
At the same moment, a soft laugh rang in everyone's ears. Crown Prince Gilano tilted his head back and drank the nectar from the golden goblet. Then, he suddenly threw the goblet aside, grabbed a jet-black magic wand stuck in the ground in front of him, and a series of profound and melodious chants quickly came from his mouth. Golden magic runes appeared in the air and surrounded him. A dazzling light shone, and a terrifying magical pressure was generated. Everyone even felt that they could hardly breathe.
As expected... they're about to make their move!
Sun Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became anxious. From the magical fluctuations, he could clearly sense that the strength of this Crown Prince of the Saint-Germain Empire had also faintly risen to the Moon Class.
Moreover, the magic he prepared was clearly a terrifying forbidden technique. Once unleashed, its impact on the battle was unknown. Although Krasic's martial arts were astounding, he was already injured, and the [ Three Forms of the Heaven Sword ] had consumed a large amount of his Dou Qi in the series of battles... Why did this happen? Since the three imperial delegations were authorized by the Zenit Empire's royal family to observe the battle, why did they all attack Krasic at the same time?
What exactly happened?
Why is this happening?
A series of incomprehensible mysteries, defying common sense, flashed through Sun Fei's mind in an instant, but these thoughts, a mere 0.01 seconds later, coalesced into a single, unchanging idea—
Gilano's spellcasting must be interrupted; he cannot be allowed to complete the spell.
However, before Sun Fei could take any action, someone had already anticipated this and made his plan happen for him.
Purple flames erupted across the sky, and a thin, translucent purple longsword, wreathed in terrifying flames, slashed towards the Crown Prince of the Saint-Germain Empire, who was chanting a magical incantation.
This is the third update tonight.
I owe everyone four updates now, but I'll make up for it at the end of the month. Something really came up.