Chapter 455: Simple Solution (2/2)
“Be careful, that is Fuwujen, he’s the strongest swordmaster of the wind department!” The skinny Beshe called out in worry.
Rinloran raised his palm to indicate Beshe not to say any more.
It was clearly to make the duel more fair. The arcane master opposite Rinloran unsheathed the human height black longsword and bowed towards Rinloran, indicating his respect towards the opponent.
“There’s still someone who will compete in a sword duel against Rinloran!”
Stingham became excited again, “Then I will be the judge!”
Rinloran and the black longsword-wielding Fuwujen did not object.
“I will call the start!”
“Three, two, one, get ready, start!”
Stingham raised his hand and swung down like a real judge.
Swoosh!
The black longsword moved.
The black longsword in Fuwujen’s hand was longer than himself. The blade was thick, giving off a clumsy image when swinging it.
However, the moment he attacked, that very same longsword was unbelievably fast.
“So fast!”
Just when Ayrin had such a thought, a layer of black sword flashes had already appeared before Fuwujen.
The scale-like sword flashes actually formed a black fish in the air!
“Ghost Fish: Scale Flash!”
As Fuwujen’s sword rushed towards Rinloran, its blade gained a layer of fish scale-like waves. Power seemed to be constantly surging out of it and rushing towards the sword tip.
That attack not only pursued terrifying explosive power and speed, the thrust was also charging.
A creepy but powerful sword skill!
Rinloran could see that the normal-looking black longsword was probably a rare treasure sword.
“Sword Swirl!”
However, facing such an attack, Rinloran’s expression did not change.
He stretched out both hands and two pale blue sword swirls appeared before him simultaneously.
Shing......
Two swirls formed by countless sword tips collided with the black fish-like sword flash. Rinloran’s feet slid back along the ground for a dozen meters in an instant.
Fuwujen stood where Rinloran originally stood. His sword-wielding right hand and Rinloran’s both hands were slightly trembling.
What’s that sword skill...... Even though his arcane level and materialized sword’s power are weaker than mine, and my casting speed allowed me to take the initiative, he still managed to stop it.
A layer of sweat seeped out from Fuwujen’s palm.
It’s my turn now, right?
Rinloran’s head slightly rose up.
The pale blue crystal-like swords in his hands disappeared as if they melted.
At the same time, countless white sword flashes appeared on his body.
“This again. The opponent is going to be in trouble.” Stingham completely forgot his judge role and excitedly commented.
Fuwujen suddenly sensed danger, instinctively feeling he should defend rather than attack.
“Thousand Storms Sword!”
A terrifying sword flash rushed out.
Fuwujen’s body suddenly stiffened.
The black longsword in his hand had already moved to his front and formed a fan-shape defense with his arm swing.
However, that sword flash’s speed completely exceeded his imagination.
Pssh!
His right shoulder was punctured. He also flew back as if he was hammered away. He dropped the black longsword in his right hand and it fell to the ground.
Bam!
Fuwujen’s body heavily crashed onto the ground.
“Fuwujen!”
Every black leather-robed arcane master was astonished.
“What’s that sword skill? Even Fuwujen couldn’t stop it!” Yinreizou and Beshe were also shocked.
“I lost!”
Fuwujen spat out blood as he stood up with some difficulty.
He and the other wind department arcane masters clearly knew that Rinloran had gone easy on him. Otherwise, that sword could have pierced his heart.
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