The Northern Sword God
Last Magus
Sima Yong raised a glance at the sky that looked increasingly dark. Mega cloudy that was orange like a mature apricot - which now creeps into a dark.
It felt like he had been more than half a day standing in the arena where the last battle of the masters, along with Nevertary - paying no mind to the scorching sun burning them, no matter what, waiting for the other masters who were still going through the holy war Quest.
However, when the night was really getting darker, there was no sign that Xing Tian - the Berserker spirit master, the Fey witch, was casting his shadow.
"Have they failed in completing the last Quest?" nevertary whisper.
Silent...
"Impossible. The magic array was about to make an announcement when Xing Tian was killed in the final Quest. Let's just wait here" Sima Yong replied.
The two then took the lotus position, meditating in silence and the desert wind that began to gnaw at the skin.
The night spread more and more savage, cold air began to spread that made people tighten the neck of a cloak or jacket, trying to warm the body against the freezing taste.
Suddenly a voice sounded so loud. The sky is like torn apart, then displays the charm of a black hole like a black hole that shoots up in space.
With wide eyes, everyone watched the two body figures come out of the black hole in the sky - hovering like people who were doing flight mode.
"Xing Tian?"
"Isn't flight mode impossible in all areas of the Endless Desert? How could that Xing Tian be able to fly with his Servant?"
"Stupid ! What can't be done is flight using magic power or whatever it's called.
However if he were to use a tool like Noble Phantasm, such a thing was not impossible to do"
All of the spectators who were anxiously waiting for the final battle between the master and his servant, who had originally started to get sleepy and bored, immediately became enthusiastic about discussing the appearance of the majestic and dazzling Xing Tian.
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It was then that Xing Tian with ODin the Berserker was seen to have set foot on the stage of the final battle arena.
Xing Tian's face looked so tired and haggard that he had just finished a heavy battle.
"Do you want this battle to start now?" xing Tian asked challenging to Sima Yong.
Sima Yong was silent for a moment. He felt that this Xing Tian was trying to look stoic. But the withered look of the face and the light of the eyes had explained everything. He guessed that Fey was still in a weary status due to his great battle in the Quest domain that he had just finished.
"It's not fair that I'm taking you into battle right now. You have just completed a challenge mission in your Domain, and it seems like all your energy has been drained.
I don't want to be told that I'm a person who intends to take advantage of this fight.
As good as you rest for a while. The morning when the sun rises, I will come and win this war" Sima Yong said flatly.
Xing Tian was stunned to hear the kindness the young man offered before him. Rarely in a life-and-death duel like this, an opponent was as merciful as the young man before him..
But he said firmly..
"Before I thanked you for your generosity.
But I decided not to accept the kindness you offered.
To me winning this war was a dream I had built up from the very beginning...
I don't want to be known as the winner of a holy war who gained glory at the mercy of my opponents...
So let's fight according to the prevailing rules, determine who is the winner of the war and deserve to be called the Best Witch of the Sacred War of relics" Xing Tian replied no less flatly.
"Fey is quite honest and chivalric.."
He briefly answered...
"Then let's start !"
As soon as Sima Yong said the phrase 'let's start' at once the arena shook and rang loudly. The arena underwent an array change.
The arena was seen widening to form a very wide circle that was suitable for long-distance and close combat. The two masters had now become separated, one lie further away.
The Sacred Golden Sword then detached from its blade, it had been in Sima Yong's hand, unsheathed in a standby position, both of his hands pointing downwards with a powerful flow of magic energy.
Whoaaa !
The loud voice of Odin the Berserker ran from a distance. All saw small flashes of electricity filling his entire body. Odin jumped over dozens of feet.
The martil in Odin's hand was held aloft, while the sky split open a bolt of lightning and lightning into Odin's hammer, ready to smash Nevertary and Sima Yong into powder.
Nevertary sounded a cold snort. His body turned into thick black smoke, soaring like a slash - welcoming Odin.
Sreeet ! The sound of air tearing.
A pale little hand came out from the void, making a stroke with two blades of daggers interrupting the strike of the hammer full of power, chaos and electrical energy.
Blam !
Nevertary withdrew his two hands and went back to hiding in the shadows.
The Berserker's power was truly something beyond the Assassin's expectations. The value of his attack power alone contained the power and electrical energy of discharging the Nevertary attack.
"His Attack Power is over 200,000,000 jin of electrical energy" muttered Sima Yong.
"Berserker was not even affected at all by the interference in Nevertary"
Sima Yong made a slashing move from the arena stage, creating a single beam of golden light that very quickly formed a powerful magic energy - it now turned into a huge cluster of golden-colored energy running very quickly against Odin who was still floating in space.
Blam !
The electrical energy that Odin gathered instantly collapsed, as it collided with the golden energy that the Sword was throwing
Sacred Gold in Sima Yong's hands. The 200,000,000 jin power magic energy collided with the 250,000,000 jin golden energy inflicting severe damage. The sand was scattered, the air seemed to be torn apart with the effect of an explosion.
The Xin Tian Berserker master instantly felt his chest tight, Odin saati was sucking up his magic energy to recuperate due to his violent clash with golden energy.
Nonetheless, Odin was thrown like a broken kite, like a slow scene. All mouths involuntarily shrieked loudly. No one expected that the Assassin master even had magic energy as strong as even stronger than that berserker heroic Spirit.
"Impossible.. He himself acted as if a heroic spirit" cried one of the spectators.
Doesn't stop there. All returned in disbelief at the sight when the assassin master suddenly floated - with a whirlwind of tornadoes at his feet. He made a puncture move with the golden sword, ready to bake Odin's body in his golden sword..
"What ! That magus was even capable of riding the wind?" voices of disbelief were heard everywhere.
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