607 Light of Pureness (2/2)
Although his strength was terrifying, his way of attacking was too inexperienced. If someone slightly more proficient in martial arts was to use the power for a change, Lancelot would probably be suppressed to the extent of being unusually flustered.
At the moment, Ye Qingxuan was totally using Lancelot as a wooden dummy to practice the entry-level sword routines the old men of the Religious Court of Inquiry had taught him...
Although actual masters of martial arts could use entry-level routines to overcome everything forcefully, Ye Qingxuan felt that no such day would ever come in his life no matter how he looked at it...
Bang!
Amid the nonstop breaking sounds, a crisp sound of collision rang out.
As the Lance of the Dragon Slayer blocked the attacks from reaching Lancelot, a fleeting shadow of a sword suddenly went past Lancelot's defense and struck his helmet. Moonlight collided with steel, yet it produced a sound as if something substantial had struck.
Although the black Firebird in his body resisted and blocked the attack, the stab from the force carried by the blade made his face hurt.
He was... actually hit?
He hadn't even had time to react!
He stared at the dozens of swords of moonlight in shock, and at Ye Qingxuan's figure behind the swords that had almost materialized as gold and iron. In Ye Qingxuan's hands held a fleeting wisp of moonlight.
It was light...
It had no murderous intent, no texture, even its shape was unfixed.
After stripping everything else away, what emerged from Ye Qingxuan's hands was the purest moonlight.
The sword of moonlight.
The battle with Lancelot was like a process of cruel forging. Like a furnace, combat caused the power of the sword of moonlight to change qualitatively once more. Its magnificence faded, its impurities were discarded, and only pure light was left.
Moonlight turned into swords.
Such was the fastest speed in the world, as no one could surpass light.
The wisp of light slowly emerged from Ye Qingxuan's fingertips and aimed at Lancelot once again.
Although the technique was not profoundly mastered as Ye Qingxuan had just gotten the hang of it, and the power it carried was far lesser compared to that of the other swords that had taken on the nature of metal, what it represented was a reversal of the situation.
I must not drag the battle on any more... Lancelot thought.
At the moment, Lancelot ignored the swords of nature interference around him which were disturbing him, and took six steps back in a flash. In the loud bangs of iron boots stamping on slabstones and shattering them, he once again posed himself to attack. The blade was lifted high and was aimed at Ye Qingxuan's face.
The scorching high temperature radiated from the armor, evaporating a large amount of blood rain, shrouding Lancelot in a vague mist. But in the mist, a deeply ingrained murderous intent burst forth!
Even though it was so hot, the mist was frozen by the chill coming from the armor, and even the water puddle at the foot of Lancelot started frosting.
Coolant enough to turn the entire city into a snow country coursed through the veins of the armor, like blood flowing, and suppressed the fiery heat.
The next moment, a dragon's roar burst forth from the frost.
Everything came to a stop abruptly.
In the frozen world, only the radiance of the Lance of the Dragon Slayer was ignited.
Propelled by Lancelot, it broke through the obstruction of the blood rain, overcame the restraints of gravity, leaving deep footprints on the ground, and advanced forward.
All the swords of nature interference blocking its path were torn apart by the radiance with irresistible force. The Lance of the Dragon Slayer thrust forward and collided with the pure moonlight, resulting in a loud bang.
The Lance of the Dragon Slayer paused.
The moonlight that had evolved again fell apart in the collision.
In a flash, the counterattack brewed up by Ye Qingxuan was forcibly suppressed!
Even the armor was almost melted by the horrifying heat. The black Firebird suppressed the huge pressure and the temperature high enough to evaporate the body. The coolant was completely atomized, rose upwards, burning the air, distorting the light, and formed a blurry void.
The hurricane swept across and destroyed all obstacles, then extended in all directions.
The figure close at hand was like a demon.
It only took a moment.
Ye Qingxuan backed away rapidly.
But at the moment, Lancelot, who had just completed accelerating, once again posed himself to attack.
Immediately, the aether furnace overloaded and whined in unbearableness.
Totally disregarding his crumbling body, Lancelot did not take the slightest break, and launched the alchemy array in the armor once again!
It was the jaw-dropping...
— two-stage acceleration!
The world was frozen once more and everything was paused in place.
The blood rain was suspended, the evaporated coolant had yet to dissipate, and the battlefield fell into stillness once again. Only the burning armored knight launched an attack at his enemy!
The Lance of the Dragon Slayer pierced through the frozen air, the blade a scorching red from friction, and thrust towards Ye Qingxuan's head.
Death was close at hand!
At the moment, the spurt... stopped short.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Loud booms burst forth from Lancelot's body one after another, like countless steel cables breaking. The armor stirred up a hurricane, which swept across, and the horrifying wind pressure almost tore Ye Qingxuan's robes apart and was close to knocking him over.
Facing the hurricane, Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his head, gazing at the Lance of the Dragon Slayer one step away from him, and revealed a mocking smile.
The short distance of a stone's throw effectively separated the sky and the abyss.