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Chapter 1151: Blocking the Onslaught
Chapter 1151: Blocking the Onslaught
Rossard was in a state of stagnation, leaving him defenseless. This punch was powerful enough to break through his Spiritual Flame and shatter his skull.
However, just as the fist was about to land, the Medal on his chest suddenly flashed. This caused a sharp pain in Cavinton's mind, slowing his movements.
At the same moment, Rossard broke free from the mental suppression. Instead of retreating, he took a deep breath, his body swelling outward. Then, he suddenly lifted his head, opened his mouth wide, and a burst of powerful spiritual energy erupted from within!
The sudden flash of light and the close distance left Cavinton no time to dodge. He was struck head-on by the impact, his entire body engulfed in the light.
Using the momentum of the spiritual energy burst, Rossard's body retreated rapidly, moving several dozen meters away. As his Mutated Tissue began to recover from the lethargy, he leaped backward again.
The Medal made from a relic could only protect him for a few seconds, so he had to quickly get out of the range of the mental suppression.
As for what to do next, with Cavinton now replenished with mental energy, even if he had a chance to cripple him again, Cavinton could recover quickly. Continuing the fight head-on would be unwise. He needed to...
Just as he was thinking quickly, he sensed something odd. His gaze fell on a slender, elongated arm that emerged from the unextinguished light and swiftly grabbed his ankle.
The arm was thin and resilient, and he knew immediately that he couldn't break free.
He realized that any moment of hesitation would allow the opponent to recover from the spiritual impact and quickly finish him off.
Boom...!
A distant explosion echoed, and waves of light and air rushed toward him. It was another battle site where Mr. Weiss from the Liberty Academy had engaged the entity.
Rossard knew that if he fell, the other side would also be unable to resist. The remaining ritual power would be almost useless. He absolutely could not fall.
Without hesitation, he activated his Mutated Tissue, tearing his calf apart to free himself and retreat rapidly.
After retreating several hundred meters, he flipped, his body emitting a spiritual glow as he floated in mid-air. At his original position, the spiritual manifestation finally stirred, spreading its arms to block the incoming attack.
His response was timely and correct. More slender limbs emerged from the light but were blocked by the massive body of the spiritual manifestation. The limbs continuously collided with the manifestation, and the Spiritual Flames of both sides clashed fiercely. The light on the manifestation's body diminished rapidly, and with a thunderous boom, it collapsed and dissipated, turning into a stream of Spiritual Flame that swept toward Rossard.
Inside the White Rock Long Hall, Len and the other Governor Council members saw that Rossard was left with only one leg, and the spiritual manifestation had collapsed. They were stunned, their expressions filled with shock and growing panic.
They had thought Rossard had the upper hand, pinning down Cavinton, and the situation seemed stable. But in an instant, everything had turned around.
They couldn't afford any problems on any of the three fronts. If one broke, it would mean a complete collapse.
The Vijiazia Central City was not without Throne Fighters, but they were in the capital, participating in high-level meetings involving the Dashaun Delegation, major countries, and companies.
The Western Shore Council could not afford to miss such international exchanges, as it would result in significant losses.
Although they had immediately sent a distress signal via telegraph, and the reinforcements were likely on their way, the situation was too urgent. Without any hindrance, it might take only a few minutes to end everything, and even if the reinforcements arrived, it would be too late.
They couldn't rely on the Western Shore Council, as Throne Fighters typically guarded the World Ring, and it was unrealistic to expect them to arrive so quickly.
The only remaining trump card they could use was that...
The wound on Rossard's leg was rapidly healing, with Mutated Tissue growing and extending outward. It was clear that given some time, he could recover, but even so, it wouldn't change the situation.
He stared at the gradually fading light ahead, tapped the implant in his ear, and contacted the White Rock Long Hall, saying, "I'll do everything to buy time. Release the Active Consciousness from the Liberty Star Academy. Don't hide it anymore."
Len received this news and looked at the Governor Council, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, you see, we need to make a quick decision."
The members of the Governor Council exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Len, you know, this is a difficult matter..."
If the active consciousness of the independent Stellar Academy were to be released, it could indeed hold off one of the threats. However, the Federation's system is one of mutual checks and balances. The Stellar Academy operates as a relatively independent entity, taking orders only from the West Coast Government Parliament. The Weizhou Governor Council can usually only offer suggestions.
Moreover, to limit their power, the parliament has involved the Central City in signing an international agreement. Unless it's a top-level crisis, mobilizing the active consciousness requires notification to the Foreign Affairs Office. The high-energy nutrients and subsequent maintenance required for the consciousness activation are the responsibility of the Central City.
This means that if the active consciousness is deployed, all losses, consequences, and public pressure will be borne by them, with no involvement from the Academy or the parliament.
This made the Governor Council particularly hesitant. One member hesitated and said, "Do we really need to do this? The Federation has promised us support... Perhaps we can wait a little longer?"
Len scanned the room, understanding their hesitation and lingering hope. Based on his judgment of the situation, even if the Federation's support arrived immediately, it would be too late. However, he didn't directly point this out but instead suggested, "We don't necessarily have to use the active consciousness, but I think we should prepare for it. Providing the necessary high-energy nutrients for the active consciousness to function should be something the Academy will cooperate with."
The Governor Council members looked at each other, finding this more acceptable. At most, it would only consume some high-energy nutrients, which the Central City could handle.
Thus, they quickly approved the decision and sent an emergency preparedness notice to the Academy.
At the front of the Sealed Hall, the glow around Cavinton completely dissipated. It was clear that his body had not emerged unscathed from the recent impact, but the damaged areas had rapidly healed. The numerous arms behind him swayed like whips, the flickering light on them creating a eerie and dangerous scene against the dark night sky.
More shockingly, his appearance had transformed. His hair, now thick and dense, reached his shoulders. The exposed muscles and skin were full and vibrant, radiating a youthful vitality restored by energy nourishment.
However, he frowned and looked up at the sky. When he tried to absorb more energy into his body, he felt a strong resistance.
Was it the lingering power of that entity? Or the effect of the ritual?
Despite not being at his peak and still hindered by the ritual, dealing with Gou Dou Jia below the Throne level was no longer a challenge.
He strode toward the direction where Rossard was. The latter, to avoid mental intimidation, decided to maintain a distance and immediately flew backward, heading in the direction of the Stellar Academy.
Just as he began to move, one of Cavinton's arms shot out from behind. His mind sensed the danger first, and his body instinctively dodged to the side.
He managed to evade the first strike but not the second. Another arm struck, and he was hit mid-air with a loud boom. Fortunately, he was experienced and had concentrated most of his Spiritual Flame on the point of impact. Even so, the strike nearly dissipated his defenses, and he was sent flying.
At the same time, he saw a cruel smile on Cavinton's face, and a bright light flickered in his palm.
A sense of extreme danger surged within him.
It's bad!
His body was still affected by the impact, leaving him unable to dodge. In a hurry, he concentrated the remaining Spiritual Flame in front of his body.
But he knew it was futile. The most likely outcome was that he would be reduced to a burst of scattered starlight and ash in the next attack.
Just as he prepared for the final moment, a hand reached out horizontally, palm open, blocking the incoming Spiritual Flame. The white-golden light streaming from the hand deflected the attack!
The two Spiritual Flames collided, continuously impacting and eroding each other, but the pale white light from the other side could not break through.
"What is this..."
Rossard stabilized himself and looked up to see a tall figure standing not far ahead. He had one hand extended, blocking the attack, and the other holding a long knife. A red sash fluttered from the hilt, and the impact's air currents made his cloak billow and dance.
The bright, glaring light illuminated his figure, as if he were standing at the edge of the world.
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