Chapter 135: Battle of the Camps
While Tyr was still in shock, Claude, like an arrow released from its bow, charged towards Diaz.
So fast! It was as if distance had no meaning to Claude; the next step would bring him right before Diaz.
Diaz’s pupils contracted. He never expected Claude to approach him with such speed! He admitted that if it were a month ago, this strike might have determined the outcome.
But now.
“Imperial Sword of Elements!”
The power of the elements gathered wildly. The speed was equally astonishing. In the next instant, the clash of swords between the two, the collision of lightsaber forms!
A dull boom reverberated through the air, but the terrifying sound, after hitting the barrier, eventually dissipated into a faint murmur. However, even so, many people couldn’t help but cover their ears.
Claude’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart suddenly jumped. The last time he saw it, the Imperial Sword of Elements hadn’t condensed so quickly.
Obviously, just like Tyr felt, Claude also noticed something different.
“How’s that? Is this what you meant by death?” Diaz’s face suddenly flushed, his previously calm demeanor giving way to heightened emotions due to his lineage. He exerted force on his elemental longsword once more. Claude furrowed his brow slightly, opting to temporarily evade the edge by leaping backward.
However, Diaz was relentless. The Imperial Sword of Elements sliced through the air like a thunderbolt, thrown by Diaz himself, and its natural target was Claude.
Claude’s expression changed, knowing the power of this Imperial Sword of Elements. He quickly cast shield spells, one after another, while continuously retreating. However, the Imperial Sword of Elements seemed to possess the power of the heavens and earth. All shields before it were as fragile as paper, and the terrifying pressure had already reached Claude!
Level three magic, Crystal Shield.
Claude silently recited in his mind. The previous shields were merely to buy time for this level three magic.
For an ordinary person, it would be impossible to chant an additional complex and profound level three magic spell while casting the Crystal Shield in an instant. The concentration required for both was too high. Any slight error would cause one to collapse, leading to failure.
The Imperial Sword of Elements, deprived of its assistance, collided with the Crystal Shield. The powerful impact caused the shield to visibly crack at an alarming speed, ultimately shattering and sending its final momentum towards Claude.
However, by this time, the Imperial Sword of Elements was no longer formidable. Claude used his left hand to steady himself against the sword’s impact, grabbed the hilt, and was pushed back several steps by the force of the sword. With a thud, Claude stabilized himself. He lightly brushed the Imperial Sword of Elements, causing all the gathered elemental power to dissipate.
“Nice sword. But unfortunately, in a real battle, I don’t need a sword.”
No need for a sword. This statement surprised everyone, including Tyr. After all, he had seen Claude cherish his knight’s sword every day, so how could he not use a sword?
“I see.” Diaz’s lips slowly curled into a smile, hands outstretched, a golden array suddenly appearing beneath his feet. Countless hymns echoed around him, and the ethereal images of angels, once fleeting, now solidified. Two winged angels appeared beside him, one on each side, resembling an emperor descending, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.
“Light Sword Formation, Judgment.”
The substantial change in Diaz left Tyr sighing, even relieved. If he had encountered this version of Diaz back then, he might have met his end.
“Come on, Claude.”
Claude remained unmoved under the terrifying pressure from Diaz. His lightsaber disappeared abruptly, only to reappear as an invisible sword emitting a faint white light.
“Light Sword Formation, Euphony.”
At this moment, Claude lacked the majestic array prints, terrifying sword aura, and sword intent. There was not even a hint of pressure emanating from him, as if an ordinary person stood there holding an iron tool.
Neither Diaz nor Tyr, nor even the Emperor-level individuals, could sense the slightest aura from Claude. Only a few of the Emperor-sealed level powerhouses had their pupils contract, showing seriousness.
“Euphony?” Diaz couldn’t help but furrow his brow. Wasn’t that considered the weakest formation in the Light Sword Formation? How could Claude have mastered it? The disparity between it and his own Judgment Formation was like night and day. The strength between the two was evenly matched, but the difference in formations would tilt the situation instantly.
However, Claude was not an ordinary person. Diaz never underestimated his opponent’s intentions. Even if Claude wielded the so-called weakest Euphony, in Claude’s hands, it couldn’t be taken lightly.
So, at this moment, Diaz had two choices.
One, observe calmly, wait for the opponent to make a move, choose the right moment, and counterattack.
Two, take the initiative, seize the momentum first, and catch the opponent off guard.
In this state, Diaz chose option two without hesitation. He laughed loudly, and the array mark suddenly expanded with a thunderous boom, crashing into the barrier behind him and causing a terrifying explosion!
“So, let’s begin. The answer will be revealed in five seconds.”
The Secret of the Sanctioning Formation, five seconds.
Click, click, click. A clock slowly appeared behind Diaz, with the second hand stopping at fifty-five seconds before the countdown began.
Claude’s expression turned solemn for the first time.
Five seconds was too dangerous!
