Chapter 424: Uncrowned King (1/2)

Chapter 424: Uncrowned King

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_

Using the Einherjar Lance as a vehicle, Wang Tong commanded an immeasurable amount of natural power. No one, other than the Einherjar, could have done that.

Wang Tong launched himself into the air while holding the golden lance to greet his attacker.

”KOM!”

The collision caused a powerful shockwave to sweep across the stage and annihilate all layers of energy shields.

Silence eerily crept into the jam-packed arena. The stage was gone while the two fighters still stood their ground and stared into each other's souls. The difference in power was palpable as Patroclus's power dominated the last exchange of blows. Patroclus stood with his back straight while carrying the lance in one hand with a measure of confidence. On the other side, Wang Tong slouched his shoulder and half leaned on the Einherjar Lance. The damage had overloaded his defense and severely wounded him.

Everyone's heart was caught in their throats as they wondered what would happen next.

After a while, Patroclus finally took a difficult step forward to prove that no matter how powerful Wang Tong was, a level six fighter would never overcome an Einherjar.

During the last impact, Patroclus could feel that Wang Tong was able to alleviate some of the damage using the intrinsic connection between his soul essence and nature. However, his ability in doing so was very limited.

As Patroclus took his first step, Wang Tong's body seemed to have quivered slightly. He looked so beaten-up that he could barely stand upright.

The Ivantians were elated; they were about to witness the most glorious moment of the Dower family. The legend of the Blade Warrior that had started with the Dower and would eventually end with the Dower.

Patroclus took another small but heavy step; each step was a leap for the Ivantian's history.

Wang Tong was at his most vulnerable state, and all that he could do was to watch as his opponent strike him down.

Patroclus attacked again.

”KOM!”

The attack hit home and blew away the defenseless Wang Tong.

Despite the victory, Patroclus's every single movement was a struggle. It was apparent that his injury was no less severe than Wang Tong's, but his Einherjar power had supported him until now.

Patroclus struggled to raise the bright lance again and aimed it at Wang Tong. This was his ultimatum: surrender or die.

Patroclus wished that Wang Tong would fight till death, as he didn't want the latter to cower.

The struggle inside every Earthling's hearts was beyond words. Surrender? What about the honor and dignity of the Blade Warrior? Then, should he keep fighting? Wang Tong could barely stand up, much less fight.

Everyone waited for Wang Tong's decision quietly.

A sense of forlorn resignation suddenly rose inside Ma Xiaoru. She clenched her fists and tried to clear her thoughts, but realized that her mind was already a bleak wasteland. She wished that Wang Tong would live, but she knew that her boyfriend would not give up so easily.

Having received no response from Wang Tong, Patroclus knew it was the cue for him to claim his final victory. After this attack, he would have achieved what his ancestor had failed. After this attack, he would finally become the most powerful man in the universe. As Patroclus poured more and more energy in the Deva Lance, he felt his soul was aflame; he felt the power of a god.

Watching the glaring tip of the Deva Lance, Wang Tong smiled.

Everyone gazed at Wang Tong as they screamed in their minds, 'Was the legend of the Blade Warrior about to end there and then?' Reality forced them to come to terms with the fact that Wang Tong was no more than poor soul in mortal coil.

As the world had abandoned hope, Wang Tong finally gathered enough strength to strike back for the last time. He would never give up even if death was already at his doorstep.