Chapter 861: Volume 27: Sudden Gust - 2: Heavenly Knight
The opponent’s exquisite move had dissipated the burst of energy he had released, and Solonberg’s deep eyes sparkled with brilliant sparks. Such a battle was meaningful. Neither his sparring with companion Vladimir Koff nor his fight to the death with Shatima could compare to this thrilling clash. It was only through contests with masters that one could truly improve, and at that moment, Solonberg’s heart was alight with surging combat spirit.
With a sudden heft of the tail end of his spear, a black dragon seemed to surge forth in defiance, roaring upwards and stirring up a thousand layers of wave-like Qi. Amidst the profusion of spear shadows, entwined in the outburst of Fighting Qi, he instantly re-engaged his opponent, locking them in once more.
"Huh!" The prideful Heavenly Knight finally showed a trace of surprise on his face. Although he had anticipated that his opponent wouldn’t be so easily defeated, the fact that the other could regain composure in a split second was enough to earn his respect.
It seemed fitting; those who dared to challenge the Religious Court shouldn’t be too weak, that wouldn’t make sense. Although the current Religious Court had become somewhat paranoid and mad due to their divergent understanding of doctrine, their strength had not suffered much. Both Noyola and Lorenzo were considered outstanding local clerics, and even Grand Archon Vazinsky held them in high esteem.
"Take this!" The Heavenly Knight’s eyes glittered fiercely as he locked on to a streak of light amidst the endless spear shadows, pressing down his spear single-handedly, the compact Qi suddenly condensing into a solid mass and bearing down violently. Meanwhile, his other hand deftly formed a peculiar gesture and, empty-handed, pointed in the air.
Solonberg felt as though his Knight Spear were suddenly stuck in a space filled with glue, each inch of movement so laborious, while his opponent’s swiftly descending Knight Spear struck unimpeded, fiercely impacting against the real tip of his own illusory spear.
A crisp and pleasant collision sound spread around, and Solonberg gritted his teeth, nearly biting into his own flesh. Wave after wave of Qi transmitted through that momentary clash, violently rushing into his body. In that instant, Solonberg felt as though all his bones would shatter, a strong sensation of blood regurgitating rising to his throat, as a faint taste of blood suddenly filled his mouth and nose.
Such powerful Light Fighting Qi! And it even has magic attacks mixed in! The first move had impressed Solonberg with his opponent’s strength, but the second strike truly made him realize the clear gap between them. The momentum of the attack had shattered a great deal of his confidence and pride. Such a disparity could not be bridged merely by confidence and stubbornness; it required accumulative practice and cultivation.