Shhh—
Not daring to waste a second of the buff’s duration, Aiven’s figure, entwined with lightning, vanished suddenly into the air.
At the sa ti.
Griffith, who had almost beco a Fire Elental Giant, casually raised the Fla Longsword transford from the Ocean Treasure in his hand, as if blocking sothing.
A figure materialized from the void and then disappeared again.
In Olivia’s eyes, outside the front lines of the battle.
The first thing she saw was a blinding flash at the point where sword blades crossed, followed by an earth-shattering roar that nearly deafened her ears, and finally, a powerful shockwave composed of scorching hot winds.
Surging waves spread at the girl’s feet, and the fierce wind lifted her long hair and skirt. A trendous force pushed against her, making her open a Witchcraft Barrier at once to avoid being blown away by the shockwave.
Because behind it ca the second wave, and the third wave, the fourth wave...
If this battle had taken place in a city, just the residual impact of the continued combat would have been enough to destroy buildings, districts, and cause massive casualties.
Even Olivia had no choice but to keep retreating, moving beyond the range of the aftermath before raising her left hand to continuously shoot out ["Thunder Cannon"] to support Aiven.
As for why not use other thods?
Simply because, unlike most battles in the Spirit Realm, her eyes were already finding it difficult to keep up with the movents of the two Tier 3 individuals. It was manageable during long-distance raids, but their rapid close-quarter combat had no predictable pattern.
Using Thunder Attribute Gemstone Witchcraft, even "accidentally" hitting an ally wouldn’t have much of an impact.
Crackle...
With lightning flashing, Aiven continuously circuited around Griffith with guerrilla tactics.
Yet, even with so many buffs added, he could barely match their speeds, which was already almost the limit of Aiven’s current control abilities.
On the sea’s surface, the blue and red figures appeared and disappeared, alternating between the left and the right, a casual strike easily piercing the atmosphere, whipping up storms, and the swirling massive air currents never abated around them.
Even the scattered force opened one pit after another on the sea’s surface.
Simultaneously, behind Aiven, a lightning chain tearing through the air connected six shining thunder rings, constantly spinning to accumulate energy.
Occasionally, a high-pressure bolt of blue and white thunder is unleashed, like a twisting White Dragon pouncing towards Griffith, disrupting his attack rhythm.
As the thunder rings circulated, just skimming over the sea left a deep Sword Qi scar, which took a long ti to heal.
It seed invincible, yet only Aiven knew the situation, his expression gravely serious:
’Peak Grand Knights truly are monsters!’
Because even attacks imbued with the power of the [Steel-Slaying Realm], when they landed on the Ocean Treasure slightly lifted in Griffith’s hand, couldn’t leave a trace.
Moreover, although he hadn’t reached a Master-level, the unknown Swordsmanship from the "Eternal Fla" Church in his hands was refined and flawless, imposing imnse pressure on Aiven.
Clenching his teeth, his heart thumped wildly, rapidly supplying nutrients to his brain and the muscles throughout his body, as though dancing on the edge of a knife.
Every second was a brush with the Death God.
The essence of Tier 3 Extraordinary abilities Extraordinary Secret Technique nurous enhancents Master-level Swordsmanship Olivia’s remote support were the only things allowing him to hold on, and he had never felt the minute-long activation ti for the "Ocean Treasure: Misty Silver Lamp" so long.
On the other side, compared to Aiven, the Peak Grand Knight was far more at ease, even having the energy to consider other matters.
Although lacking experience in combat of the sa tier, Griffith admitted the opponent had the right to duel him, relying on his Master Tier Swordsmanship to compensate.
Additionally, in this isolated sea, the nearest aid was at least a six-day sail away. Even if that ship, the target of the mission, ran desperately, where could it escape to?
He didn’t mind playing with this young man before sinking the ship.
Griffith was even confident that even without his presence, the "Red Maple", holding the last "Prayer Technique" scroll, wouldn’t give the "Storm Horn" the slightest chance of escape.
In his view, the value of this young Tulip Brigadier General before him exceeded that of a re Quasi-Legendary ship, whose death would an much more beyond this war.
He could vaguely see in Aiven the spirited image of his own ascension to Grand Knight before the age of thirty. If this kid wasn’t removed, he’d beco a great threat!
This was despite the interim ignorance of Aiven actually being the inventor of various war devices such as "Penicillin", "Mind Network", "Heavy Cruiser", among others, and the principal culprit behind slaying the Steel Knight, seeing only a superficial understanding based on strength and potential.
If the Navy Commander, whose real age exceeded sixty and was experienced with sharp insight, knew these things, he might abandon the "Storm Horn" directly and summon the "Red Maple" for a joint assault, not allowing Aiven another second of life!
"However, before that... the little bug should know its place!"
In high-speed movent, Griffith shook the Fla Longsword in his hand, the hot and sharp sword light blooming like lotus in front of Aiven.
[Secret Technique: Red Lotus!]
At the mont of repelling Aiven, he transford into a fla stream, darting towards Olivia who was constantly providing support outside the battle circle.
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