215 Black flames (2/2)

In a split second, the Aura around Xen, a warrior in the Intermediate rank of the Sixth Phase, vanished. Xen was not only a genius in his generation, second only to Comodo in the Sect of the Worthy, but he was able to wipe out any common warrior at the Sixth Phase.

But Pseudonym, despite being three Phases lower than him, was too strong an opponent. Pseudonym's Aura had just put an enormous pressure on Xen.

His armour became red-hot and was suddenly covered in black flames that seemed to have been evoked directly from the underworld. The Generals' tent was raised in the air by the terrifying heat that was released by those flames of oblivion.

Now above them all there was only the sky.

Rising into the air, Xen showed the main characteristic of a warrior in the Sixth Phase: the ability to fly.

”Bastard, can reach me now?” laughed Xen, mocking Pseudonym, the legend, Orma's strongest warrior.

Xen's laughter and shouts had attracted the attention of many soldiers who, one after the other, had gathered around the clash that was about to begin. One after another, they tried to inquire about what was going on, until they learned the reason for the dispute.

Rather than being concerned about the turn the confrontation was taking, they seemed interested.

Many warriors stared at Pseudonym, with their arms crossed. Although there was a legend inside the black steel armour, most of them belonged to the previous generation; they were fierce and proud warriors.

No one would have easily bowed his head and recognized Pseudonym or the King's disciple as the strongest in Orma.

As these thoughts took shape in the soldiers' minds, the black flames around Pseudonym thickened on his back, slowly forming two huge black phoenix wings.

Hovering in the air, as a deity looks at his acolytes, Pseudonym looked at the camp, without even a glance at Xen.

”With what pride do you dare to mock a warrior in the Third Phase, you who are in the Sixth?” Pseudonym had always preferred silence and had preferred to avoid conflicts with the Sect of the Worthy, knowing the deep hatred they felt for Humans.

”Sixth or Third, who cares? The most important thing is power. I am stronger than you and today you will have to kneel if you want to leave here on your feet. The great Pseudonym kneeling in front of me, hahaha. I'll tell my kids stories about this,” laughed Xen.

Holding two large black swords, one for each hand, Pseudonym continued to rise towards the sky.

”Without dignity, your power is nothing.”

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The Aura of Pseudonym reached an unprecedented peak, while his whole body looked like a comet of black flames. His swords gradually came into position, creating a pose in perfect balance with heaven and earth.

Without pronouncing another syllable, Pseudonym's swords began to cut through the air very slowly. Despite the sluggish movement, countless residual images were created in the wake of the weapons.

It was as if Pseudonym was moving hundreds of swords in the wake of the two he wielded.

Helial's eyes shone, while Perception allowed him to monitor the clash with ever greater clarity.

Pseudonym moved his arms and legs in rhythm and then, suddenly, there was a terrifying scream coming from the black flames that covered him. It sounded like the scream of a phoenix.

Shivering, Helial immediately realized what it was.