Chapter 401: Mythril Foundation Armored Long Haochen (III) (2/2)

A Retribution Knight? Tian Qing’s look became suddenly sluggish. It was true that in a one against one battle, Retribution Knights were without a doubt a lot more powerful than Guardian Knights. And right! The first time he ran across them, Long Haochen seemed to have been using dual swords.

“Are you prepared?”, Ah’Bao asked when Long Haochen stopped ten meters away from him. He didn’t stop Long Haochen from exchanging armors, since he wanted to defeat Long Haochen in his most powerful state, to really quench his hatred.

Long Haochen looked up to him, “Come.”

“You’re a knight, what about your mount?” Ah’Bao asked in all seriousness.

Long Haochen shook his head, “Although you are my enemy, you still gave me the chance to have a fair decisive battle. As a knight, although my strength is far from yours, I cannot have such an unfair advantage in a duel. It would no longer be a one versus one battle between the two of us.”

With a smile, Ah’Bao revealed some unconcealed admiration in his eyes, “Very well, you are really worthy of being the rival I settled on.”

A rich black radiance slowly rose in the air, and the scales on him gained a purple tinge. In his right hand, a purplish black radiance appeared from nowhere, and the massive glint turned into a pillar of light, spreading with an incomparable pressure from his hand.

All the demon powerhouses exchanged alarmed looks, as if this black radiance filled them with fear.

The purplish black radiance condensed in Ah’Bao’s hand, turning into a purplish black heavy sword.

Long Haochen of course knew what this purplish black heavy sword was. That was Ah’Bao’s personal weapon, the weapon that he destroyed in the past. It was made out of the horn of a Devil Dragon.

At the same time, Ah’Bao raised his right hand, and Long Haochen mirrored him with his own right hand, from which a soft golden radiance condensed, slowly ascending to his right hand, glinting with an intense golden color.

At first it seemed as if the golden light was far inferior to the black radiance in power, but the instant it appeared, the light surrounding Long Haochen engulfed all darkness in a hard to describe way.

When he was clad in Mythril Foundation Armor, this originally only silver-colored armor produced some golden light, but when the Aria of the Goddess of Light appeared in his right hand, the Mythril Foundation Armor actually turned completely golden.

Yating was floating above Long Haochen’s shoulder, only murmuring some chants, but suddenly she touched Long Haochen’s neck and disappeared the next instant.

Immediately, the Mythril Foundation Armor flourished in golden light, produced buzzing sounds, and suddenly emitted strong fluctuations of spiritual energy. Its strength abruptly reached a terrifying level. On Long Haochen’s back, his two pairs of spiritual wings instantly spread. And every part of him radiated an ethereal feeling.

That’s right, Yating turned into a weapon soul and fused with the Mythril Foundation Armor to give Long Haochen a massive boost.

The Aria of the Goddess of Light burst into intense flames which naturally originated from the release of Holy Fire. Regarding his presence, Long Haochen was unexpectedly not the slightest bit inferior to Ah’Bao. The auras of the two of them clashed, trying to suppress each other, but to everyone’s surprise, none managed to get the upper hand.

Long Haochen didn’t only feel powerful to Ah’Bao, but also pure. Exceptionally pure. It was because of this purity that he didn’t lose against his presence.

At this point, the battle started without any prior indication. Long Haochen launched the first attack. Not using any abilities, he simply moved forward as the Aria of the Goddess of Light traced a graceful curve in the air, creating a fantastic scene.

To everyone’s eyes, it looked as though Long Haochen disappeared and all that remained was his sword.

From the launch of his blow, the sky changed color, as if struck by it. And because of it, Ah’Bao actually let out a stuffy groan and drew a few steps back.

Gliding further and circling around, Long Haochen waved the Aria of the Goddess of Light horizontally once again. Long Haochen’s movements didn’t look slow in the slightest right then, but he gave a kind of abnormal feeling of steadiness.

As his opponent, Ah’Bao had the deepest impression of this attack. Long Haochen’s first blow indeed pierced through the skies, but also sealed off all the possible attacking routes of Ah’Bao. Moreover, it aimed right at the moment Ah’Bao was in the midst of his own movement. If Ah’Bao had completed his attack, Long Haochen’s first attack would undoubtedly have landed on him first.

If this had been someone else, even if this attack had been executed with a piece of Legendary Equipment, Ah’Bao wouldn’t have stayed that passive. So what was there in taking a strike? Given their terribly powerful external spiritual energy, Devil Dragons didn’t fear any attack. However, Long Haochen wasn’t the same: his sword seemed as traceless as a breath of wind,, yet gave off the powerful sword intent of a man being one with nature. Facing such a sword, Ah’Bao had an intense sense of crisis, as if as long as it landed, he would undoubtedly be seriously wounded.