Chapter 114: Third Style
“Heaven and Earth Convergence, activate!”
The sacred Rank Auxiliary Martial Technique grants different modes of thought to each hand, making it appear as if two highly coordinated experts are simultaneously attacking the enemy during combat. This creates an obvious advantage for the user.
But at this moment, Tyr is attempting a more difficult maneuver than the original version of Heaven and Earth Convergence. With the Sacred Rank martial technique “Divine Descent” in his left hand and “Heavenly Sword One Heart” in his right hand, each one alone is extremely challenging to execute. Now, Tyr is attempting to use both simultaneously, increasing the difficulty exponentially!
“What is he doing?” Nicholas on the judging panel muttered as he watched Tyr wielding two weapons. Even the audience below was puzzled and confused. It’s already a critical moment, he should be giving it his all, so why change tactics now?
Even Rafinas and Simira frowned, only Zamiyah and Leilindor looked solemn, surprised by Tyr’s next move.
Tyr’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own, acting strangely. His left hand immediately executed the first move of Divine Descent, attempting to block the opponent’s Emperor’s Sword. However, it was evident that Divine Descent alone couldn’t withstand this pressure. Meanwhile, his right hand, unaffected by the situation, unleashed the first move of Heavenly Sword One Heart, stacking it on top of the Great Sword. The combined power escalated the already terrifying energy, eventually exploding.
Tyr was thrown directly, rolling on the ground like a ragged ball, eventually coming to a stop on the ground.
On the other hand, Diaz stabilized this explosive force using powerful combat energy, though his feet did retreat two steps, he became even more excited!
“Well done! That’s it! Those who can withstand my Emperor-level sword below the Celestial Rank can be counted on one hand. You’re pretty good. Stand up! Let’s have another round!!”
Let’s fight again!!”
Diaz roared like a beast, but all Tyr could hear was a buzzing sound in his ears.
Too strong, the defense of a [Qi-Harmony] level body simply couldn’t withstand the explosion between the two. Tyr, who had been negligent in training his combat energy, now regretted it deeply.
Cough! Spitting out blood from his mouth, Tyr finally came to his senses, realizing that much of his body’s bones had likely been fractured by the terrifying explosion pressure. Fortunately, he hadn’t been pierced through the heart by bone fragments.
But it really hurts, Tyr trembled all over, the pain making him want to faint immediately to escape reality.
But if he sleeps now, he might never wake up again.
Watching Diaz approaching swiftly, Tyr sighed inwardly, struggling as he slowly climbed up from the ground. A wave of gasps erupted from the audience below.
Meanwhile, the sword energy that had been gathered dispersed at this moment. If it had still been scattered, Tyr might have been killed by his own martial skill.
“Cough, wheeze…”
There seemed to be a phlegm stuck in his throat that he couldn’t swallow or cough out, and each breath made his pain double.
Damn it, why did he have to encounter something like this?
He couldn’t help but resent Arena, but when he remembered that she had ultimately wanted to sell herself to repay him with money, and even rejected offers from esteemed mages like Simira, those subtle touches of emotion made him feel that all of this was not entirely worthless.
He glanced at the little elf in the corner, who had red eyes and covered his mouth with his hand, faithfully obeying his final command.
“Shut up.”
What a dumb elf.
Clearly, if he cheered me on at this moment, maybe I would have been more motivated.
It seems I must teach you more about human knowledge.
“123!!!”
A resounding shout echoed from the horizon as Tyr struggled to lift his head and looked into the distance, where a petite figure stood amidst the crowd.
“My brother once said, as long as your heart is big enough, not even the gods can stop you!”
“What about you!!” The voice continued to reverberate, echoing in Tyr’s ears…
“What about me, what can I have?”
Tyr smiled bitterly. “I just want to regain my memories.”
“But, borrowing your words, Dragon Slayer, I’ll try that kind of ambition that not even the gods can stop.”
Tyr set down the “Enchanter” in his hands and grasped the Gale Sword with both hands.
He closed his eyes.
Taking a deep breath.
Looking back, it seems that I’ve encountered quite a few people and events since waking up. There have been moments of joy and sadness, a variety of experiences. If I could live again, maybe I would treat my current life even better.
Well, if he could live again…
The Sword of Heaven…
As the fierce sword energy gradually emerged from all directions, Tyr appeared like an elderly man in decline, devoid of any aura, with even his vitality diminishing.
The Third Style…
Diaz stopped in his tracks, watching the sword energy converging towards him, his eyes turning red!
“Well done, no, I should say, excellent! You’ve endured until now, and I should commend you for that! So, as a gesture of respect, let me show you this martial technique that has even brought down those of Celestial Rank, the Judgment Array!”
Hum! As soon as he finished speaking, a golden seal suddenly appeared beneath Diaz’s feet. A sacred song spiraled out from the seal, even revealing fleeting angelic shadows. Facing Tyr’s overwhelming sword energy, Diaz also unleashed a terrifying power without showing any weakness. The tense atmosphere between the two made everyone hold their breath!
