Chapter 422: The Youngest Einherjar (2/2)
Although Patroclus had just become an Einherjar, his advantage was evident. His effortless ascension had made many levels six warriors' faces green with envy. If the gods were fair and just, why would they grant power to one so easily while denying it to the others?
Even Patroclus's Father, an Einherjar, and the leader of one of the greatest clans in the Confederation, felt that his son was destined for something much greater than him.
Not only was the Dower the perfect family, but they also had a unique family dynamics. Although Einherjar Andres was Patroclus' father, he was no more a father than a servant to his son. Andres's life purpose was to support his son until he claimed ownership of the entire world. So power-hungry were the Dowers that they would ignore and abandon any transitional values that hindered their expansion. Because of that, the Dower Family was always considered a bunch of queers.
Meanwhile, the other Einherjar, Lie Moshan, was deeply disturbed by the scene. He had high hopes for his son, even after his recent defeat. However, after seeing the power of Patroclus, all hopes were abandoned. Watching the power of a great house at full display, Lie Moshan realized that his family still had a long way to go.
As the swirl of energy danced about the silver lance, Wang Tong failed to evade the attack; Patroclus's Einherjar-level attacks had gained an immeasurable vigor and frequency. To put Patroclus's technique into simpler terms, he had transformed his entire body into GN force and unleashed it along with his attacks. The new technique, combined with the Ivantian's superior soul energy, had totally overwhelmed Wang Tong.
The intense exchange of blows kept all audiences on the edge of their seats. Each movement was a near miss of a fatal blow for Wang Tong.
After five minutes of pounding and jabbing, Patroclus finally stopped the aggression. He hovered in the air and watched the pile of rubble beneath him; the last bout of attacks was merely an Einherjar's warming-up.
”KOM!”
The pile of rubble exploded, sending a plume of dust into the air. From the dust emerged Wang Tong, covered in a golden shield. This was not the first time the audiences saw the golden shield, as Michaux had used it before.
”Did he just copy your ability?” Lie Jian asked.
”No, not really. His shield is much more powerful than mine, as it is formed using the primordial force in the earth. It seems that Wang Tong has improved a lot in just a few days.”
”Do you mean that Wang Tong actually has a chance of winning?” Lie Jian asked in disbelief. He had never heard any level six fighter defeat an Einherjar before.
”I say its fifty.”
Michaux understood the full extent of the power of the Soul Essence, and therefore knew that Wang Tong was not very far from becoming an Einherjar. One fact that even Michaux had to admit was that Wang Tong would never enter the state of Einherjar anytime soon; his power still needed to be mature over time. However, he wondered how much of the power Wang Tong could harness before he had the soul energy and cultivation level match with the soul essence.
Patroclus and Wang Tong each stood in one corner of the stage and locked each other's gazes. They smiled at each other knowingly while admiration flickered in their eyes. Slowly, the smiles evaporated from their face like honeydew under the morning sun. From then on, they would unleash their ultimate power, and therefore, caution was called for both combatants.
Suddenly, the sky was scarred by a light that carried intense energy into the silver lance. Patroclus held the lance high up and attacked. However, Wang Tong didn't move out of the harm's way.
”KOM!”
Even as the tip of the lance gnawed a piece of flesh off of Wang Tong's side, he stood still and did not move by even a hair's width.
Only Lie Moshan and Andes nodded in approval since they knew that Patroclus and unleashed a technique called the ”Einherjar's Snare.” It would kill any moving creature in an instant.
After a couple of seconds, Wang Tong finally retaliated as the golden lance re-appeared in his hand.
”Fire Drake Swirl!” Wang Tong shouted as a thousand spikes pierced the ground under Patroclus's feet.