"This should be enough of a warm-up, Prince Michael," Eryndor said, breaking the silence as they stood on opposite sides of the arena.
"Yes, it is enough," Prince Michael replied confidently. "I’ll let you go first. Show how strong the Thorne family’s swordsmanship is."
Eryndor’s eyes glead with determination. "As you wish, Your Highness."
Eryndor took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he focused all his energy. His sword glowed with a faint grey light, and the air around him seed to be still in anticipation. The crowd watched in hushed silence, feeling the tension build as the young swordsman prepared to demonstrate the full might of the Thorne family’s swordsmanship.
The grey aura enveloped Eryndor’s sword, resonating with a power that was unmistakably Sword Aura. The mont he unleashed it, swords within a five-kilotre radius began to hum with excitent, and the very space around him seed to tremble in response.
The crowd gasped in awe as Eryndor’s sword began to glow with a grey aura, the unmistakable sign of Sword Aura. This was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, a rare and revered skill that only the greatest swordsn could achieve. The hum of resonating swords filled the air, creating a symphony of steel that echoed throughout the arena. Even the ground seed to tremble beneath the weight of Eryndor’s power.
Prince Michael’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed features. "Impressive," he murmured, tightening his grip on his golden blade. "Let’s see how far your Sword Aura can take you."
With a powerful leap, Eryndor closed the distance between them instantly. His sword moved like a blur, swinging toward Prince Michael.
"Boom!"
A mysterious sword slash, tens of ters long, flew toward Prince Michael with otherworldly power, seemingly severing everything in its path.
"Ohh!" Prince Michael smiled, bursting forth with a mighty aura that enveloped him in bright golden light. A golden wheel suddenly appeared behind him, releasing a godly aura that seed to command the world.
Eryndor’s slash, imbued with the raw power of his Sword Aura, roared towards Prince Michael with a dominant power. The air crackled and distorted around the attack, its sheer force creating shockwaves that reverberated through the arena. The spectators held their breath, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Prince Michael enveloped in his radiant golden aura, stood his ground with an air of unshakable confidence. The golden wheel behind him glowed brighter, radiating an aura that seed to bend the very fabric of reality to his will. As the devastating sword slash approached, Prince Michael raised his blade, channelling the power of the golden wheel into a single, decisive counter.
"Radiant Blade!" he shouted, his voice echoing with authority.
With a swift, fluid motion, Prince Michael swung his sword downward, releasing a brilliant arc of golden light. The Radiant Blade t Eryndor’s attack head-on, and for a mont, ti seed to stand still as the two forces collided.
The impact was cataclysmic. A blinding explosion of light and energy erupted from the collision, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena. The protective barrier around the spectators shimred and strained, barely holding against the sheer power of the clash. The ground beneath the combatants cracked and fissured, unable to withstand the trendous force.
As the dust and light settled, Eryndor and Prince Michael stood at opposite ends of the arena, their auras still crackling with residual energy.
Eryndor’s sword humd with latent power, the grey aura flickering around its blade. He breathed heavily, a mixture of determination and respect in his eyes. "You truly are formidable, Prince Michael," he admitted, acknowledging the prince’s strength.
Prince Michael, his golden aura still radiating brightly, nodded in acknowledgent. "And you, Eryndor Thorne, have proven yourself to be a worthy opponent," he replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Among the spectators, Apollo and so of the more talented third-rank limit-breakers and higher-ranked warriors were the most shocked. They could feel the profound mystery in both combatants’ attacks.
Eryndor naturally wielded his Sword Aura, but to counter it, Prince Michael unleashed sothing equally powerful: the power of Law.
It was the rare Law of Light, a force more powerful than ordinary elental laws. Eryndor’s Sword Aura, however, was also exceptional, possessing a dominant power that made it deadlier than most. Now, as the battle unfolded, it beca clear that the outco would hinge on who had a deeper mastery over their respective Laws and Sword Aura.
The Law was divided into percentages and stages. The Entry Stage spanned from 1% to 29%, the Law Domain Stage from 30% to 59%, and the World Stage from 60% to 89%.
Similarly, swordsmanship also had corresponding stages. The Sword Aura stage matched the Entry Stage of Law, ranging from 1% to 29%. The next level, the Sword Domain, corresponded to the Law Domain Stage, while the Sword World equalled the World Stage, ranging from 60% to 89%.
As the battle resud, the arena beca a battleground for elental and spiritual forces. Eryndor’s Sword Aura crackled with intensity, the grey energy swirling around his sword like a domineering king.
Prince Michael bathed in the radiant glow of the Law of Light, moved with a grace and fluidity that spoke of his deep mastery. His golden blade shimred with an almost divine brilliance, cutting through the air with a speed and power that were both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Each clash of their blades sent shockwaves rippling through the arena, the sheer force of their attacks threatening to shatter the very space they were in.
Their battle was a dance of power and skill, with each warrior pushing the other to their absolute limits. Eryndor’s Sword Aura, though formidable, was t with the overwhelming brilliance of Prince Michael’s Law of Light.
"Let’s end this," Prince Michael declared, looking at Eryndor, who nodded in agreent.
"World Severing Sword!" Eryndor shouted, his voice resonating with power.
"Wings of Archangel!" Prince Michael responded, his golden aura flaring even brighter.
The atmosphere in the arena shifted dramatically as Eryndor and Prince Michael prepared to unleash their ultimate techniques. The air grew heavy with anticipation, and the spectators held their breath, sensing that they were about to witness a clash of titanic proportions.
Both unleashed their ultimate skills, their attacks so powerful and mysterious that the very sky above the arena seed to change in response.
Eryndor’s ’World Severing Sword’ materialized, a colossal blade of grey energy that seed capable of slicing through reality itself. He swung the sword with all his might, sending a devastating arc of energy toward Prince Michael. The ground trembled, and the very fabric of space seed to warp and tear under the force of his attack.
In response, Prince Michael invoked his most powerful technique: ’Wings of Archangel.’ Golden light erupted around him, forming magnificent wings that spread wide behind his back. These wings radiated divine brilliance, pulsating with the imnse power of the Law of Light.
With a single, mighty beat of his wings, Michael launched himself into the air, the golden light around him intensifying to an almost blinding degree.
As the two titanic forces converged, the arena was engulfed in a blinding light. The clash of their ultimate skills sent shockwaves rippling through the surroundings, the very ground shaking as if an earthquake had struck. The barrier around the arena shattered, and it couldn’t contain the incredible power unleashed within.
And finally, the Half-God Old Man made his move to stop the destructive power of two genius attacks.
The ’World Severing Sword’ t the ’Wings of Archangel’ with an explosive impact. Grey and golden energies intertwined and clashed, creating a vortex of power that seed to reach into the heavens.
For a mont, it seed as though the very world might be torn apart by their battle. The sheer force of their ultimate techniques created a maelstrom of energy that defied comprehension. But gradually, the vortex began to stabilize, and the energies of their attacks started to cancel each other out.
As the light began to fade and the dust settled, it beca clear that Prince Michael’s Law of Light, which had reached as high as 15%, gave him a decisive edge. The golden light around him grew brighter and more intense, overpowering Eryndor’s grey energy. With a final, powerful surge, Michael’s ’Wings of Archangel’ broke through the ’World Severing Sword,’ the golden energy enveloping Eryndor and pushing him back.
Eryndor staggered, his sword lowering as the grey energy dissipated. He fell to one knee, breathing heavily and exhausted. Prince Michael, still enveloped in the divine golden light, landed gracefully, his wings of light slowly fading into the air.
There was utter silence in the arena as the crowd still couldn’t believe what they had witnessed. Until the old man overseeing the match stepped forward, his authoritative voice breaking the silence. "The match is concluded. The winner is Prince Michael!"
The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, their admiration for Prince Michael’s victory palpable. Eryndor, though defeated, was t with equal respect for his incredible display of skill and power.
As they slowly left the arena, the spectators knew they had witnessed sothing truly extraordinary.
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