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Chapter 1151: Blocking the Onslaught
Chapter 1151: Blocking the Onslaught
Rossard, due to his stagnated state, was unable to defend himself. This punch was powerful enough to break through the Spiritual Flame on his body and crush his head.
However, just as the fist was about to land, the Relic Medal on his chest suddenly flashed, causing Cavinton to experience a sharp pain in his mind, slowing his movement.
At the same moment, Rossard broke free from the mental suppression. Instead of retreating, he took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelling outward. He then raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and a burst of powerful Spirituality erupted from it!
Because of the light, and the close distance between them, Cavinton had no time to dodge. He was hit head-on by the impact, his entire body enveloped in the light.
Rossard, taking advantage of the Spirituality burst, quickly retreated, moving several dozen meters away. Once his Mutated Tissue had somewhat recovered from the lethargy, he leaped backward again.
The Relic Medal made from a Relic could only protect him for a few seconds, so he had to quickly escape the range of the mental suppression.
As for what to do next, with Cavinton now replenished with Mental Power, even if he had the chance to cripple him again, Cavinton could quickly recover. Continuing the fight head-on would be unwise. He had to...
Just as he was thinking quickly, he sensed something amiss. His gaze fell on a long, thin arm that emerged from the unextinguished light, grabbing his ankle in a swift motion.
The arm was both thin and resilient, and he knew immediately that he couldn't break free.
He realized that if he hesitated for even a moment, the other side would recover from the Spirituality impact and quickly finish him off.
Boom...!
A distant explosion echoed, and a wave of light and energy surged toward him. This was from another battle site, where Mr. Weiss from the Free Academy had already engaged the other 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 lower leg apart, and thus broke free, retreating rapidly.
After retreating several hundred meters, he flipped and the Spirituality light around his body expanded, lifting him into the air. At his original position, the Spirit Phase finally reactivated, spreading its arms to block the incoming attacks.
His response was timely and correct. More slender limbs emerged from the light, but they were all intercepted by the massive body of the Spirit Phase. The limbs continuously collided with the Spirit Phase, and their Spiritual Flames clashed fiercely. The light on the Spirit Phase's body dimmed rapidly, and with a thunderous boom, the Spirit Phase collapsed and dissipated, transforming into a flow of Spiritual Flame that swept toward Rossard.
Inside the White Rock Long Hall, the management, including Len, saw that Rossard was left with only one leg. They were initially stunned when the Spirit Phase collapsed, and a sense of panic began to rise in their hearts.
They had thought Rossard was in control, pressing Cavinton, but in an instant, the situation had completely reversed.
Any of the three fronts could not afford to break. If one collapsed, it would mean a total collapse.
The Weiyazhou Central City did have Throne Fighters, but they were currently in the Capital, participating in a high-level meeting with the Dashaun Delegation and other major companies.
The West Coast Parliament could not afford to miss such international-level exchanges, as it would result in significant losses.
Although they immediately sent a distress signal via telegraph, the reinforcements were likely still on their way. The current situation was too urgent. Without any hindrance, it might take only a few minutes to end everything. By the time the reinforcements arrived, it would be too late.
The West Coast Parliament couldn't be relied on either, as Throne Fighters normally guarded the World Ring and couldn't be quickly redeployed.
The only remaining trump card might be that one...
On the stump of Rossard's broken leg, Mutated Tissue was rapidly growing, extending muscles and bones. It was clear that given some time, he could recover, but even so, it wouldn't change the situation.
He stared at the gradually dimming light ahead, tapped the implant in his ear, and contacted the White Rock Long Hall, saying, "I will do everything to buy time. Release the Active Consciousness from the Free Star Academy. Don't hide it anymore."
Len received the news and looked at the management team, saying, "Everyone, you see, we need to make a quick decision."
The management members exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Len, you know, this is a difficult situation..."
If the Free Star Academy's Active Consciousness 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 Star Academy is a relatively independent entity that only follows direct orders from the Western Shore Parliament. The Vijiazia management can only make suggestions.
Furthermore, to limit their power, the parliament made the Central City sign an international agreement. Unless it is a top-level crisis, using the academy's Active Consciousness requires notification to the Foreign Affairs Bureau. Additionally, the high-Energy nutrients and subsequent maintenance required to activate the consciousness are the responsibility of the management.
This means that if the Active Consciousness is deployed, all losses, consequences, and public pressure will be borne by them, not the academy or the parliament.
This made the management particularly hesitant. One member said hesitantly, "Do we really have to do this? The Federation has promised us support... Perhaps we can wait a little longer?"
Len looked around and understood their hesitation and lingering hope. Based on his judgment of the situation, even if the Federation's support arrived immediately, it would still be too late. However, he did not directly point this out but suggested, "We don't necessarily have to use the Active Consciousness, but I think we should prepare by providing it with enough high-Energy nutrients. I believe the academy would cooperate with such preliminary preparations."
The management members looked at each other, and this seemed more acceptable. At most, it would only consume some high-Energy nutrients, which the Central City could handle.
Thus, they quickly approved this decision and sent an emergency preparedness notice to the academy.
Meanwhile, in front of the Sealed Hall, the light around Cavinton had completely faded. It was clear that his body had not escaped unscathed from the recent impact, but the damaged areas had rapidly healed. His numerous arms, like whips, waved behind him, the flickering light flames adding a sinister and dangerous aura against the dark sky.
More shockingly, his appearance had transformed. His hair, now unusually thick, had grown to his shoulders, and his exposed muscles and skin were plump and radiant, a sign of his youth restored by the nourishment of Energy.
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 power left behind by someone, or the effect of the Ritual?
Despite not being at his peak, and with the Ritual still hindering him, dealing with Gou Dou Jia below the Throne level was no longer a challenge.
He strode toward the direction where Rossard was, who, to avoid the mental intimidation, decided to maintain a distance and immediately flew backward, intentionally heading toward the Star Academy.
Just as he started to move, one of Cavinton's arms lashed out. His spirit sensed the danger first, instinctively pulling his body to one side to dodge.
He managed to avoid the first strike but not the second. Another arm struck, and his body 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 blow nearly dissipated him, and he was blasted away.
At the same time, he caught a glimpse of a sinister smile on Cavinton's face as a bright light flickered in his palm.
A sense of extreme danger surged within him.
This is bad!
With his body still affected by the impact, he had no way to dodge. In a hurry, he concentrated the remaining Spiritual Flame in front of his body.
He knew it was futile, and the most likely outcome was that he would be reduced to a scattering of starlight and ash.
Just as he braced for the final impact, a hand reached out horizontally, palm open, blocking the attack. The white-golden light flames flowing from it deflected the Spiritual shock!
The two Spiritual light flames collided, constantly impacting and eroding each other, but the pale white light from the other side could not break through.
"What is this..."
Rossard stabilized his body 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, with a red scarf fluttering from the hilt. The impact's force made his cloak billow and wave.
The bright, glaring light illuminated his figure, as if he were standing at the edge of a world's crack.
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