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In an instant, seven or eight energy palm strikes were unleashed. Such a massive output of energy was quite taxing even for Habea III at the Quasi-Advanced level.
However, at this moment, blocking Sean Sterling's assault was crucial. Habea III could not afford to be careless. After the seven or eight powerful energy palm strikes, he swiftly changed direction mid-air, propelling himself towards Sean Sterling's position, with a formidable offensive force building up around him.
The mage's offensive capabilities were too strong; if allowed to cast spells freely, he would become a moving artillery. Therefore, the best strategy against a mage was to quickly close the distance and disrupt their spellcasting.
Yet this approach became ineffective once a mage reached Intermediate Level 4.
After all, mages at Intermediate Level 4 had usually mastered the Levitation Spell, gaining an advantage from high ground. This meant that martial artists on the ground would become easy targets unless they used bows for ranged attacks.
Before reaching High-Level, martial artists could not fly, making them generally weaker than mages. However, upon entering High-Level, martial artists not only gained the powerful ability of spiritual awareness but also overcame their inability to fight in the air. Consequently, their actual combat power would surge several tiers above that of mages at the same level.
Although Habea III did not possess the ability to fly, he could momentarily hover in mid-air using his energy field. Thus, after leaping up, he glided swiftly towards Sean Sterling.
Sean Sterling smirked and calmly tossed out a scroll. In a flash of blue light, a Fourth-Level Magic Storm Barrier appeared around him for protection. Without pausing his movements, he pointed his wand, causing the Gale Dragon to suddenly dissipate into nothingness just as it was about to collide with the seven or eight energy palm strikes.
At the same time, the White-Haired Elder swung his Sawtooth Longsword fiercely, unleashing a crescent-shaped sword aura that sliced through the air towards Bu.
"Hah." Bu chuckled softly and did not attempt to take it head-on. Instead, he stepped aside and jumped down from the tall stone pillar, narrowly avoiding the Crescent Blade Qi.
With a sharp sound, a deep wound appeared on Bu's upper body, exposing flesh and blood splattering out. He let out a muffled groan and rolled upon landing before fleeing.
Having just consumed two Snow Sun Pills, his injuries had mostly healed. Even the large gash on his arm had begun to grow fresh red muscle again. Although he was injured once more, it did not affect his combat effectiveness.
The might of an Intermediate Level 5 overlord's sword strike could injure Bu even without direct contact.
Faced with such a powerful opponent, Bu had no choice but to flee. Yet for some reason, he felt that the pressure from the White-Bearded Elder was not overwhelming—at least not as intense as when Hawk had attacked him; there was no lingering sense of death threatening him.
Bu's retreat had long been anticipated by the White-Bearded Elder. With a cold snort and surrounded by white light, his speed surged dramatically as he quickly closed in on Bu.
Simultaneously, over a hundred guards swung their massive battle axes in unison towards Bu while four Court Mages remained unfazed, wielding their wands to manipulate four magical beams that instantly altered their trajectories to pursue him.
This was a deadly trap; everyone foresaw that the next moment would be Bu's last. In such a fierce Third Wave Assault, an Intermediate Level martial artist stood no chance of escape.
Many began shaking their heads in regret; while they might not care about Bu's fate personally, if it affected their own interests or led to Crook Duchy severing ties with Holy Light Academy, they had no choice but to take it seriously.
Although many wished to save Bu and restore peace with Holy Light Academy, they found themselves powerless due to Habea III standing in their way. They could only watch with regret and silently pray for Bu's survival against this calamity.
Third Wave Assault surged forth, creating a net of coverage as the White-Bearded Elder wielded his Sawtooth Longsword with relentless strikes. A series of over a dozen Crescent Blade Qi shot out, the fierce sword energy carving deep gashes into the ground and whipping up clouds of dust towards the fleeing figure of Bu.
In his frantic escape, Bu felt the chilling force of the attack roaring behind him. Suddenly, the air above him darkened, and a deafening explosion echoed like a meteor falling as a massive battle axe descended.
“Brent…” Kalandor exclaimed from afar, wanting to rise but unable to stand due to his injuries.
Reynold's eyes narrowed, his right hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his sword. Yet, he knew that with his strength, he could not intervene in this battle.
With all his might, Bu activated Dragon Step, gritting his teeth in silence. Just as the dozen Crescent Blade Qi approached him, he twisted his body to evade desperately. Three sword energies whizzed past him, blood splattering as intense pain surged through him. However, at this life-and-death moment, Bu let out a furious roar and drew his long sword. In a flash of Cold Light, the Ethereal Thirteen Swords from one to seven erupted almost instantaneously.
All seven swords were unleashed at once, resembling shooting stars as they met the remaining fierce Crescent Blade Qi. The thunderous sounds of explosions followed; each sword shattered a wave of Crescent Blade Qi, causing Bu's body to tremble violently as he spat blood. By the time all seven swords were released, he felt as if his insides had been crushed and his palms torn apart.
Yet at that moment, three more Crescent Blade Qi were about to strike. The rapidly descending Giant Battle Axe was even more terrifying; its slicing light threatened to split Bu in two, turning him into a pool of blood and flesh.
Bu felt bitter despair; blood flowed freely from his right hand. Trapped in such perilous circumstances, he realized he could not escape. The White-Haired Elder was grinning wickedly as he approached, raising his Sawtooth Longsword to deliver another devastating blow just as the giant axe fell.
However, just then, a sudden wind began to howl—a wind that roared like a great Dragon Roar. At that moment, seven or eight energy light claws in the air completely pierced through the void and vanished. The Gale Dragon seemed to have disappeared without a trace, as if it had been entirely scattered by those light claws.
But just as the giant axe was only three yards above Bu's head and at the instant when the White-Haired Elder swung his Sawtooth Longsword, four Court Mages controlling magical beams approached to unleash their spells.
The howling wind stirred up dust and sand; the ground began to tremble violently as large chunks of earth were lifted. Bu was swept away by the force.
Lightning flickered as a Gale Dragon coalesced amidst the swirling dust in an instant. Rain mixed with mud rolled upwards while its tail swirled upward. As its head lifted, it used its powerful body to forcefully deflect the giant axe away, sending violent winds crashing down and shattering it.
Bu found himself caught in the whirlwind and landed atop this dragon's body, swaying and spinning within a protective layer formed by gentle winds as he raced toward its sinuous tail.
“What…?” Habea III exclaimed in shock. He sensed something was wrong when the Gale Dragon suddenly dissipated into nothingness but did not expect how quickly the situation would change. From the disappearance of the Gale Dragon to its reappearance took only moments; he hadn’t even had time to attack Sean Sterling, and yet the entire situation had flipped—Bu had miraculously escaped what seemed like certain death.
“White Eye Seven Techniques, comparable to Arcane, cannot be so easily broken,” Sean Sterling said with a soft smile. Manipulating with Mental Power, the Gale Dragon suddenly extended its massive claws toward the still-unable-to-escape Old Man with White Beard.
“Stop!” Habea III shouted angrily, unleashing an attack that had long been prepared. His hands formed into hammers as energy surged within him like a flood breaking through a dam. The aura of a Monarch expanded suddenly, bringing overwhelming pressure.
The golden light dazzled; the hammers formed by Habea III were imbued with this golden glow, appearing indestructible as if forged from pure gold. Under the enhancement of the Monarch aura, an immense pressure radiated outward, seemingly giving birth to an intent—King's Fist, unparalleled in the world.
In terms of momentum and intent—intent at its peak—spiritual awareness awakened.
The path of martial artists is fundamentally different from that of mages; although both ultimately belong to a form of energy categorized under Earth Power, their differences are vast when examined closely.
A wizard does not cultivate intention or spiritual awareness; they only need to refine their heart and mental power to absorb magical energy into themselves. In contrast, a warrior must balance the cultivation of energy with understanding, grasping the momentum of the earth, refining their own intent, and forging their spiritual awareness.
The two paths cannot be easily compared as superior or inferior, simply because they follow different roads that cannot be encapsulated in a single statement.
Habea III can unleash an attack infused with the essence of fist intent at a quasi-advanced level, which is truly remarkable. It is not difficult to imagine that if they do not fall in the coming years, they will undoubtedly achieve high-level status.
In the moment of combat, although the strike was swift, anyone present with even a little insight could see the extraordinary nature of Habea III's punch.
"Fist intent..."
From the beginning of the battle until now, Ankiro's previously unmoved face finally showed signs of surprise. Having grasped the essence of high-level warrior intent, even though this hint of intent was still too weak, it was nonetheless extremely rare.
Sean Sterling's gaze sharpened. Almost as soon as he sensed the difference in this punch, the external storm barrier collapsed and dissipated before it could even make contact with the hammering fist. Without hesitation, he suddenly soared into the air while continuing to activate another magic scroll, causing a fifth-level magic barrier to appear around him.
At that moment, the white-haired elder seized the opportunity created by Sean Sterling's distraction to narrowly escape from a claw strike by the Gale Dragon. His face was pale, his back grazed by the howling winds, his clothes torn to shreds, and layers of skin were scraped off, leaving him bloodied and mangled.
At this time, four court mages simultaneously unleashed their explosive spells: a sea of fire, ice storm, earth blades, and corrosive water. However, before they could unleash their full power, they were crushed and obliterated by the Gale Dragon's massive body. Under the nearly limitless and astonishing force of the gale winds, nothing could withstand or survive.
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