Chapter 84 (1/2)

Chapter 84: Defeating the Enemy

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Seeing this, Claude’s expression underwent a change. The next instant, Fang Xingjian’s longsword swept out, bringing along over tens of swords and explosively dashing towards the remaining eight people from Class 253.

The blue-haired swordsman roared desperately, “Everyone! Use your Reduced Force Field to block at full powers! And leader, you…”

“I’ll stop that brat!” Claude howled violently. He had already activated his job’s technique, as streams after streams of bronze-colored air currents enveloped his body, making it seem as if he were equipped in a layer of golden armor.

The next instant, both axes in his hands violently trembled, as he activated his Killing technique – Massacre Tornado. His entire body spun around like a whirlwind, over millions of axe shadows flooding every inch of his body. He manifested into a tornado, colliding heavily into Fang Xingjian.

A series of clanking sounds echoed relentlessly. Claude was like a mad lion, transforming into a tornado of massacre, and maniacally hacking down with his axes time and time again,, each strike releasing sharp auras that tore through the strong gales.

On the other hand, Fang Xingjian was just like an omnipresent windstorm, countless sword Qis and longswords dancing about in the skies, surrounding Claude and his teammates within.

Fang Xingjian chose to conceal himself within the tempest, his silhouette completely out of sight.

At the beginning, Claude could still rely on his over 70 points in agility and reaction to continuously dissipate the streams of sword Qis sent out by Fang Xingjian, but as the Supreme Mistwind Sword continued to ravage, Fang Xingjian’s speed was greatly enhanced, and very soon Claude became unable to keep up. More and more sword Qis directly slashed his body, clashing into the bronze-colored aura with sounds of colliding metals.

“Damn! There’s still such a move in the Supreme Mistwind Sword Technique?”

The gaps between the pitter-pattering sounds of explosion got increasingly close, and towards the end, Claude felt as though he was surrounded by countless people, thousands or tens of thousands of longswords piercing through his body each and every moment. He simply gave up on fending them off, and curled up, using his job’s technique to block the omnipresent attacks.

Finally, as though his tolerance had reached its limits, with a loud rumbling sound, Claude’s body stretched out like a detonated bomb. Savage energy, accompanied by the full prowess of his Reduced Force Field transformed into layers of transparent ripples, bouncing out in all directions.

Simultaneously, over ten longswords under the augmentation of Fang Xingjian’s sword Qis, thrust forth at full power, breaking through the layers of of attack waves sent by Claude. After a series of crazy tremors, all of them ruthlessly pierced into Claude’s body.

In the next instant, Claude’s entire body, including his head, throat, chest, back, and four limbs had all been pierced by countless longswords.

But not even a second after the whole piercing process, the longswords could no longer bear the pressure, and with a rumbling sound they exploded into countless pieces.

Although the longswords had not penetrated Claude’s body, countless energies had hit his body through the longswords, piercing his internal organs.

When Fang Xingjian used the sword, he had great and detailed control of the force he exerted. Moreover, when he was cultivating the thirty-one sets of Nurturing techniques, his control over his muscles, bone structure and internal organs were all textbook level. As the force entered into his body, Claude instantly felt as though his internal organs had exploded. He spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood and then fell to his knees.

He spat out a breath, raging, “Hmph, since my Mystic Armor Golden Body has reached the maximum, level 10, my internal organs are as tough as steel and you won’t be able to injure me with this strike of yours!”

Fang Xingjian’s body slowly landed before him as countless raging squalls scuttled behind him, following his footsteps and passing through Claude’s body, like faithful pets.

“Had I wanted to kill you, you would’ve long been dead.”

After finishing speaking, without bothering about Claude’s reaction, Fang Xingjian stood before the remaining people of Class 253.

Claude turned his head and noticed that other than the four Knights with the blue-haired swordsman in the lead, the other members from Class 253 had already lost their consciousness and were lying on the ground.