Chapter 810: Chapter 35: Upheaval in the Royal Capital (3)
Both parties who step into the Creation Realm possess boundlessly vast minds, and in terms of pure force, there is little difference between them. Engaging in battle by wielding only the world itself leads to an endless conflict. Injuring the body of the Creator Realm Mage to indirectly weaken the world’s strength is the fastest and best method; thus, Creator Realm Mages embed their traits into their attacks, with the elites even elevating these traits to powers, using the strongest strike as a means to end the battle.
Yet at present, Situ Yi had done nothing; he had neither expanded his world nor unleashed any powers. Suppressed by the Holy Kingdom’s force to the point of being unable to move, he collapsed on the ground, clutching a puppet and lamented: “You killed my dear friend, slaughtered my kin, I am irreconcilable with the tyrant!”
The queen grew increasingly displeased, prompting swords and spears to rain from the Holy Kingdom, along with bolts of divine thunder crashing down. The pressure of royal authority, in the form of a halo, loomed over Situ Yi’s head. This strike, manifested by the concept of dominion, if it hit directly, would be enough to knock even a Creation Realm Level opponent back to the mortal world.
But countless weapons merely brushed past him, and the divine bolts struck the ground. Situ Yi, clearly doing nothing, yet evaded most of the attacks. One of the charred puppets suddenly leaped up, allowing the halo of royal authority to ensnare itself, laughing mischievously: “I am not dead! I am not dead! Just some traits invading, they cannot harm me!”
“——What a disappointment.”
A strange voice suddenly rang out, putting Queen Annie on high alert. The halo of royal authority shattered, and a young hand reached from the side, crushing it as easily as crushing a bamboo tube. A third party had entered the battlefield, yet no one had noticed his arrival.
Situ Yi frowned, lamenting: “It’s not time, you shouldn’t enter the stage!”
“I wanted to personally test the descendant of the dragon-slaying hero, couldn’t hold back.”
It was a young boy, dressed in black, his eyes exuding a pride uncommon for his age. He looked at the queen as if a teacher eyeing a poorly performing student.
“The inheritance through generations has mottled your resolve, turning the fervent desire to create into the oppressive weight of dominion. The great power of the hero who once slew dragons, a millennium later, is no more than this.” He stood with his hands behind his back, regret in his words, “No wonder the King of Skeletons, Morton, watched knights duel, he knows you all cannot protect this kingdom.”
“And who might you be?”
The scepter flew back into the queen’s hand. This time, she held nothing back, fully unleashing the power of the world. The multi-layered pressures of the Holy Kingdom enveloped the boy in black, even the weakest of which was enough to suppress a Manifestation Mage to weaker than a mortal; internal divine weapons from the arsenal set out with a giant hammer imbued with divine concepts striking down as if divine punishment, destroying a city in an instant.
“Do you know how to use a sword?” The Hidden Law Master did not answer but posed a question instead.
He stood motionless, extending his hand to the side. Situ Yi, with a cheerful smile, rose exaggeratedly, bowing deeply, handed over a longsword. It was merely a souvenir from a marketplace, not sharpened, with a tag still on its hilt. Not a true weapon, just a toy. The Hidden Law Master picked up this toy sword, casually waved it, and the blunt sword shattered the giant hammer strike meant to destroy a city!
“I am quite fond of your kingdom’s Silver Radiance Sword Treatise. It’s a swordsmanship for safeguarding order, grand in its sword stance, its Sword Intent is righteous. Between opening and closing, there is the sharpness of battlefield conquest, a philosophy ungraspable by the so-called martial sects of the empire. Now being in Morton, I will fight you using your own Heavenly Return Skill.”
The Hidden Law Master raised the sword and moved. The black figure turned into a phantom in place, an illusion caused by an excessively fast movement speed, as if the suppression of the world never existed for him. He shattered divine weapons using scrap iron, effortlessly dispersing divine thunder and fierce flames, like a peerless warrior cutting through the enemy army alone, only that those he struck down effortlessly were not mortal soldiers but the skills of Creator Realm Mages. In his every move was contained an unimaginable “principle,” the strength integrated into his body through understanding sufficient to break the Divine Skills of Creator Realm Mages!
In a split second, the distance between the two closed to three meters, and Queen Annie could even see the cold light in his eyes.
“With the intent to kill the enemy, but powerless to change destiny. Being this inept… what business does one have being a king?”
The Hidden Law Master indeed used sweeping sword moves, wielding the scrap iron sword with both hands, slashing in a rotating momentum. “Sweeping Army Formation” from the Silver Radiance Sword Treatise, a heavy sword with the courage to sweep through the enemy army alone!
But Queen Annie showed not the slightest fear, smiling at the young man: “To be queen, one need not be adept at dragon-slaying; there are always heroes to do it on their behalf…”
“——For a king need not be valiant and skilled in battle; there are always knights to take the field!”
In one breath, the wind rose dramatically, and an ash-black longsword flew in from afar, splitting the scrap iron sword in two. The Hidden Law Master ceased his strike and stepped back, the longsword’s owner appearing in a flash before the queen, not looking at the enemy, sheathed the sword and saluted the monarch.
“You were frightened, Your Majesty.”
“No matter, my knight.” The queen smiled, “Fight with me.”
“Yes!”
Macrow Wright turned with his sword, facing Situ Yi’s enigmatic smile. The man in the high hat and white robe no longer performing a farce, stood behind the Hidden Law Master, bowing: “There are changes in Baishi, hoping for swift aid.”
“Then this place is returned to you, Wuxiang.”
The boy in black concealed himself in the mist, vanishing as if he never existed. The leader of the Dust Troupe moved both hands, manipulating a puppet to sing in harmony: “Welcome, old knight! The Dust Sect greets you, the grand stage exists for you! Come, let us unveil the curtain…”
“Frame Stage·Upright Duel Arena.”
Walls of crystalline transparency materialized out of thin air, changing the surroundings in a flash. In an instant, the three stood in an oval-shaped duel arena, the ground marked with black stone to delineate the positions and boundaries of the duelists, the stands around high and stacked, with countless dummies cheering enthusiastically.