Nobilis of War novel Chapter 93

A tense fight was approaching.

The young man stopped halfway in his advancement. He could sense that the growing energy force ahead would smother him.

He was just a cultivator at the top stage of the Mysterious Realm, same as Elder Thomas. How could he take on a cultivator of the Wonder Realm? At this very moment, the two cultivators of the Wonder Realm in his team rushed forward and activated their vital energy, pushing back against the opposing force. Otherwise, the young man would have suffocated under its weight.

The two energies collided. The powerful impact between the two sides sent shockwaves across the arena. It was still too much for the young man to withstand. He took several wobbling steps backward to maintain his balance against the force, but the impact had injured him, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Meanwhile, the two cultivators of the Wonder Realm continued to fight Michael.

"We have underestimated his cultivation base," said the first cultivator. "I can't believe he is this strong even though he is just at the primary stage of the Wonder Realm."

The two cultivators were awestruck to find that despite their shared efforts, the clash against Michael ended in a tie. But they had intended to use their first bout only as a test to see the level of Michael's cultivation base. They had yet to exert all of their vital energy.

Darren, who had been standing beside the arena, retreated several steps as well. Part of his cultivation base had been revealed, but he did not show his trump card. He was waiting for the right moment now. He would assist Michael to fight against the two cultivators when the time was right, but it was still risky to do so now.

"Darren, are you all right?" Elsa asked with concern in her brows, as she took his arm to help keep him from falling backward. However, she too was feeling the impact of the intense fight and she had difficulty withstanding the off-shooting energies.

The movements of the fighters as they exchanged blows summoned an intense hurricane. The powerful forces around the two cultivators and Michael injured many by-standing disciples who were near the arena. Most of them were at the seventh or eighth stage of the Spirit Realm. Many spat blood against the ground, and others fainted, unable to bear the unruly energies.

"Everyone! Retreat!" Wayne cried out from the back of the crowd. "I will summon the Shield Dome to protect you guys. Sect Elders, please gather the disciples there!"

He closed his eyes and began to murmur to himself in a soft, shallow voice. When he opened his eyes, there were many glowing runes that hovered around his hands. A giant dome suddenly rose up behind him, covered by the runes. Then the sect elders quickly ushered their disciples into the dome.

The dome protected the disciples from the powerful forces clashing around the arena. Without the dome's defenses, they would have suffered the uncontrolled energies and fallen to their deaths.

"It's so horrible! I want to go home!"

"Elders! Save us! We don't want to die!"

Many disciples wept with fear. Even if they could survive the day, the trauma would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

The two cultivators at the Wonder Realm and Michael continued their fight in the air. The sky darkened, and the lighting made cracks in the sky, sending loud booms across the ground below.

"You are not that strong as I thought, old man! I can deal with him alone, Simon."

The one who spoke was the cultivator named Moore Mo. He had figured out Michael's true cultivation base during the fight. He believed he had a fifty percent chance of successfully defeating Michael single-handedly. Despite the odds, Moore wanted to fight against Michael alone to take advantage of the opportunity for cultivation.

"All right! Grasp this opportunity!" Simon said. "It's your first time to fight against a cultivator at the same realm as you. Don't disappoint me, Moore!" Then he pulled back and slowly glided toward the ground. He stayed behind Moore and Michael and folded his arms before his chest in a manner that suggested he was no longer a participant but a spectator about to enjoy a good show.

Michael was thrilled to see this change in events. It would have been difficult for him to fight against two cultivators of the Wonder Realm alone. But now Moore Mo wanted to fight against him one-on-one, which offered a perfect opportunity for Michael.

'Now! It depends on Darren!' Michael thought.

Michael knew well that he and Moore were at the same realm, which was the Wonder Realm and that the possibility to kill his opponent was close to zero. Even if the gap between their cultivation bases was narrow, Moore would still have the chance to escape at the last moment. What was worse, Moore's companion, Simon, was also a cultivator of the Wonder Realm and could enter the fight at any moment.

Michael now needed to consume as much of Moore's energy as possible while he waited for Darren to make his move. Michael was confident about Darren abilities. After all, Darren had his secret weapon that his opponents could not foresee.

The sky thundered.

Another lightning strike split the dark sky, covering the entirety of Ilmen Sect in a flash of bright light.

The earth shook as Michael's and Moore's attacks came against each other.

"Not bad, old man! I guess you really wish to meet my blade."

Moore was losing patience. Neither of them had an advantage during the fight, and both were suffering from internal injuries.

"Ha-ha! Moore is going to exert the Omnipotent Talent Skill. The old bastard will be in trouble now," Simon said to himself.

In a flash, Moore's vital energy surged. The next second, a great blade made of lightning and fire appeared from the rolling clouds above. Everyone in the vicinity could feel the invincible power of the great blade in the sky.

"Lucky for you, old man. Feel honored to witness my Omnipotent Talent Skill! This move is doubly powerful! It'll kill you twice! Ha-ha!"

"Impressive! The Omnipotent Talent Skill Moore has mastered is the Thunder Firing Blade Intent." Simon was surprised to see the great blade as well.