Chapter 437: Struggle (1/2)

Chapter 437: Struggle

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_

It was not the first time that Wang Tong had pondered over such questions, but after the exhilarating victory, it was hard for him to stay focused, neither did he feel the need to. However, the fight against Lee Moshan was a wake-up call. As soon as the battle started, Lee Moshan had been the aggressor and didn't allow Wang Tong even a moment of respite.

By then, Lee Moshan had gained a pretty good knowledge of Einherjar Wannabe's overall power. So, he decided to finish the match with his killing blows finally.

”Zzzen!”

Lee Moshan looked as if he was standing still despite a flurry of blade auras that shot out around him. The blade aura attacked Wang Tong from all angles, leaving no room for him to escape.

This attack was impossible to dodge. What was worse, Lee Moshan had not even used his weapon yet. He was confident that only using his hand-blade's blade aura would be enough to finish the match.

Wang Tong knew that he could not evade the attack. His instincts kicked in as he hurled a fist at the incoming blade aura without any hesitation.

”KOM!”

As Wang Tong's fist inched closer to the blade aura, he doubled down on his attack as he reckoned that GN force alone would not be able to break the Einherjar's deadly spell. He tapped into the primordial power around him and channeled the energy into his fist. In a blink, Wang Tong's fist was coated with an iridescent glow.

”Kom! Kom! Kom!”

The dark space was lit up by a shower of shimmering blade aura. Explosions erupted whenever the blade aura collided with Wang Tong's fist. Wang Tong jabbed out both fists with accuracy, eliminating the thousands of blade auras one or two at a time. His arms moved so fast that the audiences could not even trace his movements.

Soon, the battleground was entirely covered by a white glow. No one, except for a few experts knew what was happening inside the white light.

With an expert's eye, one would quickly see who had the total control of the battlefield. Lee Moshan's attacks were everything but serious. However, such careless attacks had exhausted Einherjar Wannabe and forced him to tap into the primordial natural force. Even with the help of the natural force, Einherjar Wannabe's defense was still inadequate, so much so that he had to use his body to shield vital points from time to time.

Wang Tong didn't have much time to plan his defense nor a counterattack as he was too occupied with dealing with the next blow.

”Bang!”

A blade aura finally reached Wang Tong and threw him off balance. Like a master of painting, Lee Moshan had used only a few brush strokes and painted a symphony of deadly colors.

When the white light eventually faded away, even an ordinary citizen could tell who had the upper hand. Einherjar Wannabe's usual smirk on his face was gone. Instead, the lines on his face were so hard it looked like it was carved into a stone. On the other hand, Lee Moshan had stood where he had always been, looking imposing as ever.

The Ivantians heaved a deep sigh of relief. The outcome of the fight was clear as daylight now. Although Einherjar Wannabe had reached the power of Einherjar, he was still too weak against a veteran.

There was no miracle today, and Einherjar Wannabe was not a god. Over the course of human history, the gods visited the mortal world only once every few thousands of years. Even the Blade Warrior's godhood was still fiercely debated, since many considered him merely mortal.

It was clear by then that however smart Einherjar Wannabe was, his power had been blown out of proportion by propaganda, and he was no match for a real Einherjar.