Chapter 115: The End of the Fierce Battle
“Array of Judgment, actually mastered dual camp arrays.” Claude’s expression turned solemn. He finally knew who this person was, Diaz Moremit. The man who had vowed to defeat him at the Duke’s birthday banquet. He seemed to be a rising genius in the past two years, with Moremit lineage, and he couldn’t contain his excitement when faced with strong opponents. Previously thought to be an arrogant warrior, it seemed that was not entirely the case.
There were also some people in the audience who knew Diaz’s identity. Some even said that the strongest genius in the northern part of the empire should be Diaz. Most people agreed. Looking at Tyr’s worn-out body, there was some pity and schadenfreude, while others sneered and mocked.
“What an ignorant kid, thinking he can conquer the world with just a bit of skill?”
“Yeah, daring to be arrogant in front of Lady Simira was bound to end like this.”
“It’s a pity he died so young. In this era, it’s ultimately the era of Diaz, Claude, and those monsters. Others will only be crushed and unable to breathe, and this person is the best example.”
Tyr looked exhausted. The difference in their bodies had pushed him to his limit. If it weren’t for his recent diligent study of the Sword of Heaven, he feared he wouldn’t even grasp the basics of this third form.
What did that guy say? Tyr’s mind was hazy, although Diaz’s mouth was moving, Tyr couldn’t hear a sound, only a buzzing sound echoing in his ears.
But none of this mattered now. Although his third form was still incomplete and prone to runaway, it was clear that this desperate move allowed Tyr to complete the third form for the first time.
He chuckled to himself inwardly. If he had used this move from the beginning, would he have avoided so much pain and suffering?
The answer would be revealed in the next moment.
Tyr’s eyes suddenly widened, staring at Diaz. Sword intent surged from his body once again, roaring towards the sky like a giant dragon.
Heavenly Sword Wholeheartedly, Third Style.
The sword energy continued to condense, forming a sea of sword energy in the sky, emitting terrifying sword intent that aimed directly at Diaz.
[Like the Firmament].Endless sword energy fell towards the ground like a meteor shower, the spectacular sight causing many spectators below to unconsciously take a step back, fearing they would be affected.
But Diaz’s smile remained on his lips, or rather, it seemed even more excited. He took a step forward with his right foot, and the seal beneath him suddenly expanded. A clock appeared behind him, and as the second hand rotated, it emitted a ticking sound.
“Secret of the Array of Judgment, five seconds!!”
As soon as the words fell, the sword energy had already touched the ground. Before Diaz, a golden shield-like substance materialized. The impact of the sword energy caused explosions, and the shield was cracked in numerous places. However, Diaz continued to laugh heartily.
“Very good! That’s it! It wouldn’t be fun otherwise.”
“Come on, let’s see whether you defeat me in five seconds, or whether I will judge you after five seconds!”
Tyr stumbled underfoot, almost falling. He looked at the golden shield-like wall in front of him and couldn’t help but marvel at its hardness.
Can’t the attack of the third form break it either?
So, what will be the outcome, death?
The clock behind this guy emitted a terrifying aura. It’s probably going to explode in a few seconds.
So, what should I do next?
Tyr’s mind was in a daze, like a lost soul wandering aimlessly. Suddenly, a voice echoed in the endless void of his mind.
“Punch him away!!”
Such a familiar voice.
“Punch him away!!”
It sounded like that woman with the big chest.
“Punch him away!!”
Stop it, Dragon Slayer, why are you talking nonsense too?
“Punch him away!!”
How could I punch him away? Princess Xuelian, you don’t need to join in the fun.
“Punch him away!!”
Let me rest, I’m already tired. Let’s end it here. You three don’t need to follow me anymore.
“My lord! Please, open your eyes.”
Arena…
Tyr’s mind gradually focused, but when he regained clarity, his fist was already swinging towards Diaz, who was close by.
When did I get so close to him?
“It’s impossible!!” Diaz roared in disbelief. His shield was shattered by Tyr’s longsword, and the sudden close combat took the genius of the northern empire by surprise!
But all of Tyr’s actions were unconscious, driven by the encouragement of everyone around him, as if he were a combat puppet infused with magic, spurred on by the unanimous voices of the crowd.
But with this final punch, he seemed to summon infinite strength, fueled by the cheers of the crowd.
“Punch him away!”
Tyr’s mouth slowly opened, and it seemed like the phlegm in his throat was gone.
He finally let out a roar.
“Ohhhhhhh!!”
This final punch, it was his own!
Bang!! With a deafening punch, he shattered the radiance around Diaz, and shattered the clock behind him that was about to reset. The judges below widened their eyes, and the audience was already stunned, their minds blank. The mockery they had spewed out earlier now felt like a slap in the face. Some even felt ashamed of their previous arrogant remarks.
Diaz was thrown away, but his consciousness was remarkably clear.
He sighed softly, then twisted his body and landed safely below the stage.
“I’ve lost.”
Indeed, he lost because the final punch from the opponent only carried intermediate Qi force. If it had been a strike from a Broken Army level, it might have cost him his life. Everyone could see this point clearly.
Diaz finished speaking and turned to leave. He had no intention of staying any longer, and the onlookers parted to make way for him.
Tyr, despite being in pain all over, still bowed respectfully.
“I concede.”
