Chapter 423: Power of the Soul (2/2)
The turmoil inside the tornado increased by ten folds, but the wind-cage held and didn't give in. All mastery masters were shocked by the scene. They would have never imagined to combined two opposite natural forces together; they wouldn't be able to pull it off even if they had thought of it. Michaux was also taken aback by Wang Tong's technique. He reckoned that Wang Tong had used the wind element as a binding force to glue the fire and ice together, a truly precarious move.
Meanwhile in the sky, Patroclus's Einherjar attack was ready to be unleashed. The space-time web had already crumbled into one singularity, resting on the tip of his lance.
”KOM!”
Carrying the cosmic energy, The Deva lace bore down on Wang Tong.
Wang Tong reacted quickly and removed the binding wind around the boiling concoction of death.
As the two energies collided, everyone was blinded by a bright flash. No one could hear or see anything, and the world seemed to have come to a halt.
After a while, a rumbling in the distance broke the silence. As the rumbling increased its intensity, it turned into a roar and then a moan. People started to feel the world tremble under their feet as if the arena would collapse at any second.
When the bright light finally faded, people watched in horror as they discovered that last attack had destroyed 12 out of the 14 layers of energy shields. The last two layers opened up at a dozen places and were barely holding on. The scene at the center of the stage was even more gruesome, as the entire stage had been pulverized.
In a plume of dust, people found Wang Tong and Patroclus, both standing. Wang Tong's eyes were blood-shot while the Ivantian Prince was injured at a few places.
They were both smiling at each other!
”HAHAHA!”
The smiles turned into joyful laughter. This was the most satisfying battle they had ever fought, and they could finally understand the Blade Warrior and Rilangalos. The results of the match no longer mattered, and only the match itself would live forever.
After the laughter, Wang Tong rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth and announced, ”I'm getting bored. Let's finish it!”
”Haha! Might as well!”
Even as the two fighters spoke, their lances hummed as if they were also communicating with one another. The arena maintenance crew had promptly restarted the energy shields, putting the facility back to service.
Wang Tong squeezed the lance and announced, ”Charcoal, start!” He stomped the end of the lance on the ground as he charged up his soul energy. Patroclus was already hovering in the air, absorbing as much energy as he could.
Wang Tong clenched the lance as he harnessed the primal power from the inner core of the moon. This was the ultimate strike that had defeated Michaux.
Patroclus's face contorted as he overloaded his system with energy; this would be his final blow!
Ma Xiaoru was terrified. She didn't care about the outcome; she only wanted Wang Tong to be safe. But, however overwrought she was, she could not do anything. She felt like she was watching a slow train wreck.
”KOM!”
A golden dragon, ten times the size of the fire and ice drakes, charged out of the Einherjar Lance. Meanwhile, a silvery shield was formed around Patroclus.
Kaboom!
Patroclus blocked Wang Tong's ultimate strike with ease. Patroclus didn't give Wang Tong a second chance as he leveled his lance and charged at Wang Tong.
This was the moment of life and death; the suspense made many audiences cover their eyes.
However, Wang Tong had promised Ma Xiaoru that he would return safely as the winner. In a blink of an eye, the belligerent energy in Patroclus's attack was absorbed by Wang Tong's lance.
It was the power of the Soul Essence!