At this moment that left almost everyone speechless, apart from the eldest princess who seemed to have some prior knowledge, only one person maintained an indescribable calmness.
He is none other than the Martial Saint Krasic.
" Heaven Sword Second Form... [ Heaven Questions Punishment ]!"
Upon seeing Iaquinta and Huntelaar engulfed by the torrent of golden magical runes, he immediately made the right decision—gripping the [ Heaven Sword ] tightly with both hands, raising it high above his head, and amidst the flickering blue flames, a huge, circular, strange rune pattern appeared in the sky, slowly materializing into a blue giant sword a hundred meters long.
Surrounded by azure light, Krasic slowly cleaved the [ Heaven Sword ] in his hand. The hundred-meter-long azure rune-covered giant sword in the void also tilted slowly with Krasic's movement, cleaving down like the splitting of heaven and earth. It seemed extremely slow, but in reality, it was fast enough to catch everyone's reaction, and struck Iaquinta and Huntelaar, who were enveloped in the golden magical runes conjured by the [ Spatial Chain Swamp ]!
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!!!!!
A series of deafening explosions erupted, blasting the golden rune magic to smithereens, disrupting the magical elemental order and creating a frenzied chain reaction of explosions.
The cyan, hundred-meter-long giant One Sword sliced through the golden explosion of light, slamming into the mountaintop. Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the hundred-meter-tall stone pillar was finally shattered into pieces, and huge boulders tumbled down with a thunderous roar, the billowing dust obscuring everyone's vision.
As the stone chips and dust gradually settled, everything before my eyes became clear again.
Blood was still gushing from the wounds on Zenit's warrior Krasich's body, especially the wound on his right chest caused by Huntelaar's sneak attack. It was the most shocking, exposing the bone fragments underneath. Under the large sword wound, the outline of his heart could even be vaguely seen amidst the bloody mess. The two-meter-long giant fighting weapon [Heavenly Sword] lay quietly upside down in the ground beside him, like an old friend.
Sun Fei noticed that although Krasic's face was slightly pale and there was a faint trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth, his breathing was still relatively steady, which eased his worries somewhat.
Spartacus Aquinta had half his arm severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out like a fountain. Crimson flames flickered wildly at the wound. He tried to stop the bleeding, but his contracted beast, [Flame Bear], had already been shredded to pieces by Krasich's [Heavenly Pardon], and he could no longer transfer the pain to his body. His large face was ashen, almost as if covered in a thin layer of gold, his lips were black, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably from the pain. His burly body began to tremble!
The silver, whip-like longsword in the hands of Huntelaar, the One Sword of Ajax, was now just a broken piece less than half a meter long. A terrifying wound about half a meter long and deep enough to reach the bone appeared on his shoulder and spread all the way to his abdomen. There were also many other wounds on his body, and blood was gushing out like a stream. His injuries were obviously not minor.
With the sudden attack of Saint-Germain Crown Prince Gilano's forbidden space-type Moon Class magic [ Spatial Chain Swamp ], Krasic's second move of the Heaven Sword [ Heaven Questions Punishment ] mercilessly severely injured two Moon-Rank Warrior, taking away almost half of their combat power. This Zenit Martial Saint's grasp of the timing of the battle was simply superb, almost achieving a reversal of the battle situation.
"You actually sided with the Zenit?" Iaquinta's eyes blazed with hatred as he stared intently at Gilano, roaring like a wounded beast caught in a trap, "Do you know what you're doing? The Seven Nations Alliance has already decided the fate of the Zenit. Are you trying to tie the Saint-Germain Empire to the sinking ship that is Zenit?"
Faced with Iaquinta's frantic questioning, Gilano curled his lip.
The Crown Prince didn't even glance at the Spartak Empire's Martial Saint. His captivating phoenix eyes swept over the four pale-faced, stunningly beautiful maids beside him. With a gentle wave of his dark magic staff, a warm, sky-blue aura enveloped the four exquisite maids, instantly stabilizing their breathing and restoring their rosy complexions.
Sun Fei was secretly surprised.
Unexpectedly, the crown prince, secretly mocked by countless people as an incorrigible playboy, is actually a Moon Class genius mage proficient in both spatial confinement magic and water magic. His four seemingly decorative maids are also female mages who have reached between Four-Star Class and Five-Star Class stars. Consider their actions earlier: risking their lives to maintain the four-pointed star magic array to protect Gilano and the crown prince, and even after expending a great deal of Magic Power and surrounded by enemies, they still didn't hesitate to expend their Magic Power to heal the four women. This story of a dragon and a phoenix, seemingly more complex than simply being described as 'a womanizer', is far more than just a simple tale.
At this moment, Sun Fei vaguely realized that he seemed to be caught in a series of traps set up by higher-ups.
What His King can now be certain of is that Gilano's identity and stance are extremely secretive. He has even gained the trust of Iaquinta and others, to the point that when the Crown Prince was preparing his magic, Costacurta intervened to protect him and entangle Sun Fei. The Princess's female bodyguard, Ziyan, may not have known Gilano's stance, or perhaps she knew but pretended not to. In any case, this handsome man and the Zenit experts who were unaware of the situation put on a very convincing show, making Iaquinta and the others completely trust him and abandon their guard. As a result, the forbidden Moon Class magic spell [ Spatial Chain Swamp ] hit them without any suspense, allowing Krasic to strike successfully.
Sun Fei finally realized that the much-discussed Martial Saint Battle was far more complex than he had imagined.
The whole situation was so similar to the game that took place half a year ago on the summit of East Mountain in Chambord City. This Martial Saint Battle had become a point of contention among various forces. The only difference was that back then, Sun Fei had won by sheer luck, but this time, because the odds were so high, His Majesty the King was still just an insignificant piece.
"How could the old general, a renowned general revered by all within a radius of thousands of miles, have fallen so low in his later years, willing to lower himself, ruin his reputation, abandon the Glory of a soldier, and participate in such a despicable conspiracy by the Spartak?" The princess walked out gracefully under the protection of Zenit's experts, her deep blue eyes fixed on Eindhoven's famous general, Costacurta.
A fleeting look of shame crossed the eyes of the white-haired Old Man, but Old Man grip on the longsword hardened once more. He said expressionlessly, "For a veteran, he no longer needs the approval of the enemy. May the people of Eindhoven remember the Glory of Costacurta."
At this moment, Costacurta was the one among the three top assassins whose strength was best preserved. He calmly walked in front of Iaquinta and Huntelaar to protect them. With a gentle wave of his hand, a long sword from a corpse in the distance flew into his left hand. Both swords in his hands were slightly pointed at the ground. His powerful Dou Qi, imbued with the spirit and will of an iron-blooded military, suddenly erupted, and his eyes burned with a burning fighting intent.
"Unfortunately, your plan has failed today. No one will remember the Glory of a schemer who undermined a fair Martial Saint Battle!"
The Witch Paris let out a cold laugh, her alluring eyes flashing with anger. Standing beside the princess, she sneered, "You think Zenit doesn't know about the so-called Seven Nations Alliance? Hmph, that's just a stupid joke. A few ignorant megalomaniacs are digging their own graves!"
Her first statement was correct.
In terms of the current strength comparison, Zenit's Martial Saint Krasich was seriously injured, while Gilano, although uninjured, had consumed a considerable amount of magic power. The two of them were facing three Moon-level experts, and the outcome was uncertain, but Zenit was slightly outmatched. However, Zenit still had many Star-level experts. Apart from the few who had died earlier and the ten Papacy experts who remained strangely silent, Zenit had a numerical advantage. They also had Sun Fei, a minor expert who could almost withstand Costacurta head-on. Therefore, overall, they actually held a considerable advantage. In addition, the unusual activity at Martial Saint Mountain had probably already attracted the attention of some experts in the capital. Once other experts arrived, Aquinta and his group's plan would inevitably fail.
Sun Fei quietly approached Krasic and took out a bottle of [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] that he had prepared beforehand from his belt space, intending to put it in Krasic's hand.
To everyone's surprise, Krasic didn't accept the potion. Instead, he turned around and quietly glanced at Sun Fei. This glance gave Sun Fei an indescribable feeling, as if this powerful figure, who was like a teacher, friend, father, and brother, was saying something to him. Sun Fei was stunned for a moment, and was about to continue to persuade Krasic to take the potion quickly when Zenit Martial Saint walked out step by step.
"The three of you, attack together! And you, my friend who's been hiding in the sky, show yourself!" Krasic gripped the [ Heaven Sword ] tightly, his heroic spirit surging. "Today I'll show you what the Zenit Martial Saint truly represents!"
Third update.