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Obviously not. González knew too well. It was similar to sparring with a lesser opponent. It was seemingly dangerous but was actually a good reaction. He was able to anticipate his opponent’s attacking format; the slightest maneuver, either attack or defense. The variation could be anticipated within himself.
Equally skilled in physical combat and sword fighting, this was a hard pill to swallow.
Wang Zheng and González had fought before. In his physical combat state, he could basically analyze the opponent’s combat format and rhythm. Wang Zheng was different. He had no personal traits. He was usually the most difficult opponent to encounter.
González’s double blades were just about to strike but were hit immediately by the Storm Swordsman.
Surging… Boom…
The Ghost Warrior retreated violently. González panted hard. He had used his full energy in the attack, but his opponent only needed one third of his energy to defend against that. Physical exhaustion apart, this was a real mental blow.
His confidence was definitely shaken, despite his reluctance. During the qualifier battle, he had already lost. Initially, he thought that it would make a difference with the addition of the mech. After all, with an additional gigantic piece of equipment, and some people would lose the feeling of freedom they had during physical combat. However, it was different for Wang Zheng; his control of a mech was as good as his physical combat, and his understanding was even better.
There was no way he could win, even through a fierce battle. Not a chance!
Silence filled the battleground. The Ghost Warrior’s focus was on a quick and endless attack, but González remained still.
Unlike the audience, he was unable to see clearly. Not a murmur could be heard in the arena. In fact, everyone was staring at the Storm Swordsman.
Liken a mentoring game, Wang Zheng was demonstrating how to deal with the Ghost Warrior’s Double-Blade Flow. This made the ferocious unparalleled Double-Blade Flow seem particularly vulnerable.
Li Feng and company kept watch on the Storm Swordsman’s maneuvers. They could sense that there were many variations. In Lin Feng’s mind, all the maneuvers that the Storm Swordsman had made had all been connected, forming a beautiful Plum Blossom Trail.
Seemingly only a few variations, but the variations were only superficial. Wang Zheng’s steps were three-dimensional.
There were two analytical methods in Aslan’s battle techniques. One was two-dimensional, which was used by both nations to this day. The other was the three-dimensional tactics, which was researched by Aslan in the recent years. Seemingly, it had only a few variations, but the variations were only superficial. Wang Zheng’s steps were three-dimensional.
The level of difficulty was amazing, and what Wang Zheng had demonstrated today was the three-dimensional tactics.
Lin Feng was delighted. Who was Wang Zheng? Lin Feng would not believe that Wang Zheng could have comprehended it himself. This was the fruit of wisdom of the Aslan Empire Research Institute.
This would not be possible even through pure talent.
This was the ultimate level in the pursuit of skill. Talent alone was not enough. It came with tenacious training. At Wang Zheng’s age, it was amazing!
Those who did not understand the three-dimensional tactics would never be able to understand the subtleties.
This was what depressed González, and it was driving him crazy. What he was feeling now was pressure, something that had not appeared in a long time.
Bang…
González threw a blade. Hands clasped; the Ghost Warrior raised his arms. His Ability X exploded instantly. He would lose hope in himself if this continued.
This was the power of the Earth rank. The remaining forged blade burned with a dark aura. González belonged to the rare dark element, belonging to the five major elements.
The Storm Swordsman’s Ability X also exploded completely. An Ability X could be dealt with by a certain level of Ability X, but Wang Zheng did not try to suppress his opponent purposefully.
The blade’s black aura appeared wavy, giving out an extremely dangerous sensation. This characteristic was rare, and was not something that the regular five elements could defend against.
The Storm Swordsman had no obvious tendency. Typically, Ability X would have shown signs of its attributes by now – be it wind, ice, fire, or a compound ability. But Wang Zheng kept his ability hidden.
This was too tiresome!
The ability to react required time. Facing a dark force, especially if the other party was still an unknown, the best option was to strike first.
The Ghost Warrior’s power was congregating continuously. Instead of expanding, the blade’s strength was beginning to be restrained, desperately being compressed. It seemed that González was setting up for a fatal blow.
Of course, Wang Zheng may have been planning teleportation, frustrating the Ghost Warrior’s packed blow. However, this was a dangerous move. The teleportation boxes definitely created many variables, but it would be dreadful to be too obsessed with this.
The Ghost Warrior attacked convincingly, quietly. In an instant, the forged blade rushing towards the black lightning had reached its zenith.
From the corner of his mouth, González drew a cold smile – Ghost Shriek!
With Storm Swordsman as the center, a black enclosure had descended, covering a five-meter radius. It looked as if it was formed by countless spirits, with ear-piercing screams, shooting straight through to the soul. It was unstoppable.
Wave after wave, it was way more brutal than Wang Zheng’s Lion Thunder.
Under the stimulation of these spiritual shackles, everything seemed to darken. Regardless of which element one possessed, the dark power was one of a kind. Intruding in an instant, a single shriek would kill the weak-minded instantly. González’s strength would be enhanced when a person died to this ability. One fifth of the opponents’ power would basically be absorbed. González was nicknamed the Ghost King not because he was skilled at using the Ghost Warrior, but rather because of this devouring ability. Although unrespectable, it was brutally ruthless.
González dared not underestimate his opponent, Wang Zheng. Poised, the forged blade struck.
Soul Eater Shrieks!
The black blade slammed like a hurricane, with ear-piercing shrieks booming. This dark element had the rare ability to possess the soul, rendering anyone defenseless.
This was the key to González becoming one of the top ten captains. This was a skill meant for killing, not for sparring.
Yet Wang Zheng… this idiot feigned excessively.
The aura of the blade sealed off the air above. The surroundings were overcast by the wailings of the spirits. It was questionable if the teleportation box was useful at the moment, let alone moved.
RUMBLE…
With strength soaring violently, the shrieking sounded repulsive, even outside the halls. It felt as chilling as being possessed by ghosts.
Dark element – a tendency similar to a human’s negativity. It had nothing to do with good or evil. Yet it had the negative ability to kill, and was often the most effective at it.
Demonstrating this strength at SIG was inappropriate, but if this could kill Wang Zheng and absorb one-fifth of his strength, González was willing to take any punishments.
Any rushing force could not be stopped.
The Storm Swordsman held his ground even though the energy was spreading outwards. Not dodging… the energy shield wasn’t being used either.
This move was a direct attack on the pilot…
Undiscerning pretence was fatal – Lear desperately wanted to say this. He wanted to stand up and sneer vigorously, but he remained quiet because he was dumbfounded!
Even if González’s attack was based primarily on dark mental strength, what the hell was the blade’s aura about?
How was there no damage to the mech?
Growl.
The Storm Swordsman had an energy trajectory. Growl… Lightning curved, teleportation!
It was fatal to be distracted in front of Wang Zheng. The light of the sword struck!
