King's Awakening Chapter 793

Chapter 793: Chapter 793: Saint Grayson

“Saint, Grayson.”

Hell realms?

Could it be? Does reincarnation truly exist in this world?

White Mitchell furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

Just who had created and opened the Forbidden Land?

Still, White Mitchell knew that he wouldn't be able to figure it all out in such a short amount of time.

Would there be other clues within the lives of the upcoming Saints?

White Mitchell's brows slowly relaxed as he delved into the life of the next Saint.

In the Nine States, there was a man known in the World of Martial as “White Mitchell”. Clad in a white and pure immortal robe, his face was as fair as snow, his eyes and brows exuded an air of arrogance. White Mitchell was a fearless hero who was concerned with the wellbeing of people. Possessing extraordinary martial arts and vast knowledge, he was recognized as the top person in the Nine States. As the story began, White Mitchell was cultivating his martial arts in an ancient mountain cave.

The cave was hidden within a dense forest and was about a few hundred years old. Over the years, many Martial Artists and Cultivators had visited in an attempt to comprehend its mysteries. However, regardless of who, none could break the seal and enter the cave.

His gaze fixed on the golden luminescent seal before him, White knew that only by breaking through this formation could he reach the depths of the cave. He was determined, by any means necessary, to break through the seal and understand the cultivation method hidden within.

Thus, White Mitchell began to circulate the Inner Strength within his body. A warm current surged from his Dantian and spread throughout his body. He realized he had entered an extraordinary state. His eyes gleamed with brilliance, and the sword in his hand radiated dazzling light.

He began to strike the seal with his sword. His Sword Qi was like the rainbow, each slash was precise, his swordsmanship was resplendent like flowing light. With the flash of the blade's light, a crack finally appeared in the seal. White Mitchell knew that with just a little more effort, he would be able to completely break through this seal.

All his internal strength converged on his sword's tip, abruptly a sword aura shot up into the sky like a silver shooting star whizzing through the night sky. The Sword Qi shattered the seal, and White Mitchell finally succeeded in entering the cave.

Inside the cave, there was silence, only faint whispers of the wind could be heard. White Mitchell looked around and saw dusty bookshelves filled with various types of ancient books, some of which were untouched secret books. He couldn't help but suppress his restlessness, calm himself, and began to read those books one by one.

Time quietly flowed in the cave and White Mitchell gradually acquired numerous valuable cultivation methods. He discovered that these ancient books contained numerous immortal cultivation techniques. Those methods were exceptionally profound; even unmatched experts could not reach them.

He learned a lot from these ancient books and gained a deeper understanding of martial arts and cultivation. Through cultivation, he strengthened his Inner Strength and physique, and possessed even more formidable combat power. At this point, he had transcended the realm of humans and had become an immortal.

However, just as White Mitchell was marveling at the wonders of the cultivation path, a man in black suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave. The man was short but carried an unnaturally powerful aura, proving he was an extraordinary master.

“White Mitchell, your reputation has already spread throughout the Nine States. Finally, I have the honor to meet you, and indeed, your reputation is well deserved,” the man in black sneered.

White Mitchell's brow wrinkled, he could sense the malevolent aura on the man in black, indicating he was of bad intent. He took a cautious step forward, tightly gripping his sword.

“Who are you and why have you intruded my cultivation ground?” White Mitchell asked coldly.

The man in black's lips curled into an eerie smile: “I am the Pavilion Master of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, Parker. You can consider me as the harbinger of your demise.”

After Parker finished speaking, his figure flickered, taking just a few steps before presenting himself before White Mitchell. Suddenly, a black giant sword appeared in his hand, the menacing Dark Energy radiating from the sword was enough to make one shudder.

White Mitchell's face darkened, his figure swift as lightning he performed his signature skill “Sword of Clouds Skills”. The light from his sword illuminated the entire cave, colliding with Parker's Dark Energy.

Both of their sword lights intersected, the air resounded with the harsh clanging of metal. White Mitchell exuded a sword intent throughout his body; sword lights crossed like countless flowing clouds, akin to dancing white silk ribbons, exquisite and stunning.

Meanwhile, Parker's Dark Energy continuously destroyed upon contact with the Sword Light, yet he showed no signs of backing down. Instead, he sneered incessantly. Relying on his powerful strength, he entangled with White Mitchell, the two unable to break free from each other for a while.

The space within the cave started to feel more cramped as sword lights danced and intersected wildly. Wherever they reached, the stone walls crumbled, dust scattered. Both of their moves were getting faster and more fierce, dark energy around Parker roared like the Black Dragon, while White Mitchell, relying on his ingenious swordsmanship, sometimes attacked like a storm, and at other times, defended like a surrounding net.

Observing the battle in the cave, White Mitchell's disciples had their colors drained from their faces. They're finally witnessing a real exchange between masters, an uncontrollable chill surfaced in their hearts.

Several dozen rounds later, Parker gradually gained the upper hand, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as his sword slashed towards White Mitchell, the sword light tearing through the night sky like black lightning.

White Mitchell calmed down, he knew he had fallen into a predicament, the opponent's strength was beyond his expectations. At the crucial moment, he kept his composure, at a thought, the True Qi in his body surged, instantly making the Sword Light roar into life.

What happened next was astonishing. The sword light, that was initially suppressed by the Dark Energy, suddenly burst into a brilliant glow. An invisible force exploded from White Mitchell's body, forcing Parker to retreat several steps.

“You! You actually possess such immense power?” Parker looked at White Mitchell, astounded.

White Mitchell remained silent. His gaze ran deep like an abyss. “By doing so, you're only plunging yourself deeper into darkness,” he said calmly.

Parker gritted his teeth, “I don't care! Darkness IS the true power. You're the one who's been blinded by the false light.”

After he had finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished on the spot, as if transforming into black smoke. Then, he reappeared behind White Mitchell in an instant, his black huge sword brutally slashed down, the Sword Qi swept towards him.

A chill ran down White Mitchell's spine, he swiftly turned around, trying to dodge the sword. However, he found that the Dark Sword Aura seemed to possess its own consciousness, closely following his body.

A sense of determination flashed across White Mitchell's eyes. He knew he absolutely could not retreat any further. He withdrew the sword in his hand, his figure came to a halt in an instant, he dodged the calamity with the Instantaneous Movement Technique.

Simultaneously, he swung his right hand, the Sword Light poured out like a waterfall, brutally slashed towards Parker.

Parker's eyes widened in surprise as he watched White Mitchell dodge his fatal sword, and even counterattacked. He instantly utilised his Dark Energy, his right hand brandished the black giant sword, intersecting with White Mitchell's Sword Light.

In the blink of an eye, sword lights flew haphazardly, the black and white swords clashed together, producing a piercing clash of metal. The surrounding air seemed to be disturbed by these two powerful forces, creating storm-like airflows that left the stone walls inside the cave in complete disarray.

Their figures flickered in the sword light, their speed almost blinding. Their movements were like a sudden gust of wind, their sword techniques followed each other like shadows, perfectly matching each other's every move.

White Mitchell dealt with the situation stoically, his eyes were as sharp as a blade. Every time he struck, he did it just right, forcing Parker's attacks into a corner. On the other hand, Parker grew increasingly anxious, because White Mitchell's swordsmanship was growing more and more skilled, more and more fierce, he had completely shaken off being on the defensive.

A sense of regret rose in Parker's heart, he did not expect White Mitchell to be so strong, exceeding his expectations. He now understood, arrogant self-confidence could only lead him deeper into a dangerous situation.

With a thought, Dark Energy surged, forming a dark protective Gang Qi around his body. He knew that White Mitchell's swordsmanship had exceeded his defensive range entirely, and he could only rely on the Power of Darkness to hold his ground.

Seeing this, a moment of hesitation flashed in White Mitchell's eyes, but quickly returned to indifference. He knew that this was Parker's final card, there wouldn't be any more counterattacks. Therefore, he decided to initiate his final attack and completely defeat Parker.

He retracted his treasured sword, forming a massive Frost Sphere, containing absolute zero chill. With a wave of his right hand, the Frost Sphere quickly flew out, directly towards Parker.

A hint of hesitation and determination flashed in Parker's eyes, he lifted his black giant sword, instantly releasing the full power of Dark Energy. The black Gang Qi collided with the Frost Sphere, resulting in a huge blast.

The air inside the cave froze instantly, a powerful chill filled the air, freezing the entire cave.

The two powerful forces clashed within the brilliance of the sword and the chill, causing a deafening explosion. The sword light and the Frost Sphere burst together, turning into countless fragments flying in all directions.

The figures of White Mitchell and Parker turned into illusions in the sword light and frost, intertwining non-stop.

Their bodies had been frozen by the chill, but their wills remained firm. White Mitchell took a deep breath, gathering an even stronger sword Qi, then he leapt up, wielding his sword to launch the final strike.

The sword's glow condensed into a massive sword Qi, cutting through towards Parker like a sharp blade. Parker tried to dodge, but he was unable to move, he could only tightly shut his eyes, praying silently.

However, the next moment, the sword Qi pierced his body. White Mitchell's sword tip stopped on Parker, blood dripping down the blade. White Mitchell slowly sheathed his sword, his cold eyes revealing a joy of victory.

But just at this moment, Parker suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burning with a blazing black flame. His body emitted a strong dark energy, rapidly healing the wound that had been stabbed by the sword Qi.

White Mitchell's face changed drastically, he did not expect Parker to have such a method. He quickly retreated, keeping a distance from Parker.

Parker stood on the spot, his robe tattered, but his gaze was full of determination and fanaticism. He knew this was the last chance, only by using the power of darkness could he secure the win.

He slowly raised his head, looking towards the sky. Suddenly, a huge burst of dark energy erupted from his body, forming a black dragon in the sky.

The huge Black Dragon soared across the sky, letting out a deafening roar. Dark energy coalesced in Parker's hand, taking the form of a black longsword. This longsword was engraved with strange runes, radiating a powerful dark power.

A touch of disbelief emerged in White Mitchell's eyes, he did not expect Parker to be able to wield such strong dark energy. He knew he had to give his all, or he would be completely defeated by Parker.

The two clashed again, the sword light and the dark energy collided fiercely in the air, causing a huge rumbling sound. But this time, Parker was completely in control, every attack was filled with destructive power.

His dark longsword danced like the wind, easily breaking through White Mitchell's sword array. Parker's figure swiftly moved through the sword light, like a black whirlwind, forcing White Mitchell into a desperate situation.

White Mitchell barely dodged Parker's attacks, his swordplay began to get messy. Seeing the opportunity, Parker launched his final strike, the dark longsword slashing towards White Mitchell's chest.

The sword light cut through the sky, White Mitchell lost his footing and was sent flying.

He slammed heavily into a large tree, causing it to instantly shatter from the impact, sending debris everywhere. White Mitchell spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale, but he did not give up.

“Parker, you're too confident!” White Mitchell gritted his teeth, “I won't let you defeat me so easily!”

He mobilised the True Yuan within his body, creating a Sword Qi Talisman, tightly gripping his sword, he charged at Parker with all his might. The Sword Qi Talisman erupted with a dazzling light, the runes on the sword twinkled non-stop, emitting a strong sword Qi.

Facing White Mitchell's counterattack, Parker did not back down, instead fearlessly raising his dark longsword, dark energy crazily surged on its blade. He stared at White Mitchell, his eyes shining with madness and battle intent.

The tips of their swords collided, the sword Qi and the dark energy clashed fiercely again, stirring up a violent wind. Sparks flew from their blades, the radiance illuminating the entire battlefield.

The swordplay of White Mitchell stabilized, his body was emitting a strong aura. The power within the Sword Qi Talisman increased gradually, the runes on the sword kept spreading, emanating a dazzling light.

Parker felt the change in White Mitchell, his eyebrows raised slightly, the dark energy inside his body surged wildly, turning into a black fog that surrounded him. The energy released from within the black fog was exceptionally ferocious, as if it could tear everything apart.

He took a deep breath, his body abruptly soared into the air, turning into a black stream of light, rushing straight towards White Mitchell. The black fog spread with his movement, like a demon, slowly devouring everything around him.

White Mitchell felt the ferocious aura coming from Parker, his brows tightly knitted. He knew that this was a real fight to the death, there could be no slightest carelessness.

He quickly gathered his full strength, his eyes as cold as ice, clutching the sword in his hand, unhesitatingly facing Parker. Their sword momentum intertwined once again, with the spark of Sword Qi and Dark Energy flying, the flame on the sword tip struggling against the black fog.

Sweat seeped through White Mitchell's clothes, his seemingly frail body radiated intense strength. His attacks became more and more fierce, each swing of his sword carried a violent wind, tearing through the air.

Yet Parker was not showing signs of weakness, the black fog seemed to spread endlessly, forming a wall of dark mist around him. His body quickly moved through the black fog, instantly appearing behind White Mitchell. He raised his longsword and stabbed towards White Mitchell's heart with remorseless killing intent.

White Mitchell felt the danger close at hand, quickly turned around, spun his sword to neutralize Parker's attack. However, Parker didn't stop, like a cheetah, he sprung to attack White Mitchell once more.

White Mitchell paused, raising his sword and slashing obliquely. The sword tip aimed at Parker's body, but was blocked by a shadow, the sword blade clashing with the darkness, issuing a muffled collision sound.

“Do you think you can defeat me?” Parker's voice was filled with mockery, “You are just an insect, and I am a fierce dragon!”

White Mitchell gave a faint smile, showing no signs of backing down: “You have some confidence.”

He lifted his sword again, the sword edge conjured a bright flame, the Sword Qi engulfed everything like a raging fire. With every step he took, each move was full of strength and determination.

Parker also felt White Mitchell's determination, intensifying his fighting spirit. Black fog erupted like a volcanic explosion, scattering around him instantly. Their swordsmanship became faster and more frenzied, the sword tip clashing with Dark Energy, producing sparks.

Their silhouettes danced across the battlefield, moving back and forth like two flashes of lightning. Their swords crossed in the air, exploding with a terrifying momentum, causing countless cracks on the ground.

As the fight reached its climax, White Mitchell was generating endless Sword Qi with every move, as if fusing with his sword and becoming a lethal weapon. Parker drew power from the darkness, the black fog grew denser, forming a black vortex.

Their eyes met, both could feel each other's determination, and the fight in their hearts.

White Mitchell suddenly halted his offensive, the held-up sword suspended in the air, radiating an unmatched power. He stared at Parker in the darkness, his determination unwavering: “Change of tactics.”

Parker's eyes flickered for a moment, immediately laughing, “Alright! Let's see how much you've got!”

They both retreated a step, promptly stimulating their Inner Strength. The flame from White Mitchell's sword tip became even more intense, ready to erupt like a volcano. As for Parker, his black fog became denser, dazzling like lightning in the dark night.

Their momentum had reached a climax, at their loud shouts, two sword lights and black fog collided like two giant dragons.

The Sword Qi and Dark Energy burst forth a terrifying shockwave, sweeping like a blue and black hurricane. The violent wind was raging, the ground started shaking, and the surrounding trees were violently shaken, with branches and leaves falling.

The battleground was in chaos instantly, piercing collision sounds and howls filled the space. The two figures flickered rapidly amongst the chaotic fight, sometimes getting extremely close, sometimes distancing each other.

The Sword Qi and Dark Energy intertwined and kept exploding sparks, strong shock waves spread in the air. They seemed to forget the time and surroundings, fully immersed in this life-or-death fight.

Until a certain moment, two sword lights suddenly burst out, the intersection of Sword Qi and Dark Energy instantly exploded into a huge light. The whole battlefield was covered with intense light, forming a dazzling light curtain.

When the light faded, both figures stopped simultaneously in the center of the battlefield. White Mitchell's breathing was rapid, the sweat on his forehead dropped to the ground, the flame on the sword tip gradually extinguished. Parker also stopped producing Dark Energy, his breathing becoming rapid.

Wounds appeared on both their bodies, blood seeping out through the flesh, but they showed no signs of backing down, their eyes still reflecting the fighting spirit.

“You're pretty good,” gasped White Mitchell. “But I haven't lost yet.”

Parker's eyes shimmered with fighting spirit and mockery: “Since you still want to fight, let's go!”

Both individuals tacitly set aside all distractions in their hearts, preparing once more for battle. Their sword auras and the dark mist intertwined again, creating a scene of never-ending struggle.

The number of wounds on their bodies continued to accumulate, rendering them unable to sustain a prolonged, intense fight. Yet they held their ground, refusing to give up under any circumstances. This was a battle for survival, yet also a fight for their honor.

The fight raged on, the sparks from the clash of their swords and dark energy growing increasingly intense, stirring up waves of searing heat. Their figures rapidly darted about on the battlefield, the suffocating presence of intertwined sword aura and dark energy pervading the air.

This was a combat with no way out — only by pressing onwards until one falls. The two figures on the battlefield, increasingly dwarfed by the sheer scale of their surroundings, remained undeterred, their (burning) fighting spirit as fierce as a roaring inferno.

As daylight gradually faded, in the end, only the two of them remained standing on the battlefield. An evening breeze swept across the field, rustling their hair. Staring at each other, their bodies were peppered with countless lacerations, neither considering retreat an option.

This battle was steeped in desperation and yet, a clashing of destinies ensued. Both knew that only one could endure, only one could achieve true victory.

Determination blazed in White Mitchell's eyes, “Parker, you are a formidable opponent, but I will not step back.”

Parker responded with a faint smile, fully releasing his dark energy, “Then let us decide this battle with one final display of our strength!”

Both prepared for their final attack. Sword aura and dark energy collided once more, forming a blinding flash.

The sword aura clashed with dark energy, producing a dazzling shower of sparks. At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew exceptionally tense, as if time itself had come to a halt.

White Mitchell radiated a white light, his swordsmanship becoming increasingly sharp and fierce: the longsword drew beautiful arcs in the air, leaving behind the piercing sound of air being sliced open. His eyes were void of fear, only resolute determination remained.

Parker, on the other hand, was completely enveloped in the power of darkness, resembling an embodiment of the Lord of Darkness himself. The all-pervasive dark fog rendered his being blurred and enigmatic. The formidable power of his dark energy made the surrounding air feel heavy.

Their clash continued, each collision releasing a powerful wave of energy. The ground trembled beneath them, as if the world itself had stopped rotating. Their bodies were covered in injuries, smeared with blood, yet neither showed signs of withdrawing.

White Mitchell vanished from his previous spot in an instant, only to appear behind Parker the next moment with a thrust towards his spine. Sensing the looming danger, Parker, nimble and quick, managed to evade the strike by swiftly turning around.

Unfazed by the miss, White Mitchell effortlessly evaded one ruthless attack after another. His resolute gaze grown even more determined as he relentlessly pressed on with his attack on Parker.

Feeling the relentlessness of White Mitchell's onslaught, Parker responded in kind, without showing any signs of weakness. His dark energy surged like a flood, sweeping everything in its path, and shattered White Mitchell's sword aura one by one.

After battling for quite some time, both their breathing grew ragged, yet a stubborn glimmer of determination still flickered in their eyes.

“How could you be this strong!” White Mitchell roared in fury.

Parker retorted with a smirk, “Did you think that you're the only one gifted? You've underestimated me.”

White Mitchell's expression tightened, realizing that he had overestimated Parker's strength. Yet he harbored no regrets, for he remained confident that he could win the fight.

Their gaze met once again as the combat reached an intense crescendo. Each of their moves pushed them to their limits, causing the surrounding air to emit a crackling sound due to the fierce friction.

A dazzling white light and a pitch-black radiance simultaneously erupted like a pair of meteors tearing through the night sky. As the sword aura and dark energy clashed once more, they unleased a forceful shockwave in the blink of an eye.

An explosion reverberated in the distance, shrouding the battlefield in smoke and flames. When the smoke eventually cleared, two figures lay scattered on opposite ends of the field.

The dark energy behind Parker had already dissipated. Both his hands tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, he appeared visibly weakened.

Under the protection of his sword, White Mitchell was still standing tall despite the injuries he bore. A glimmer of victory shone in his eyes.

“One last blow.” White Mitchell slowly advanced towards Parker, his sword tip dangerously sharp.

Parker seemed to understand that he was powerless to resist. His expression grew indifferent, but the determination in his eyes did not waver.

“Don't think you've won yet.” Parker's voice was soft, but it carried a tinge of unwilling bitterness.

White Mitchell halted in front of Parker, sensing his unyielding resolve.

“What tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them quickly!” White Mitchell scoffed.

A faint smile flickered at the corner of Parker's mouth before he gently closed his eyes.

White Mitchell was momentarily taken aback, before quickly realizing something was off. He felt an unusual power accumulating, a pressure he had never felt before.

All of a sudden, a burst of brilliant light erupted from Parker's body, forcing White Mitchell to raise his arms in shield.

Once the light faded, Parker was gone, replaced by a massive black tornado.

The black tornado fiercely twirled in the center of the field, sweeping up trees and rocks alike in its whirlwind and emitting a terrifying shattering sound.

White Mitchell watched the scene before him in disbelief. A fire ignited within him as he subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword.

Who exactly was Parker? Why had he transformed into this terrifying black tornado in the blink of an eye? White Mitchell's mind was a tumult of conflicting thoughts, his heart filled with unease.

The ferocious black tornado snaked onward, heading straight for White Mitchell. Reacting quickly, he leapt into the air, narrowly escaping the storm's onslaught.

Releasing the True Qi pent-up within his body, he swung his sword, creating an array of dazzling light. The light collided dramatically with the black tornado, releasing a series of sharp, clashing sounds.

With agility akin to a fluid dragon, White Mitchell twisted and turned in mid-air, evading every attack from the black tornado. Using the split-second opportunity, he launched an attack, his sword cleaving through the air with earth-shattering strength towards the black tornado.

Boom! The two formidable forces collided, erupting a dazzling band of blinding light, causing all around to instinctively shut their eyes.

Amidst the brilliance, White Mitchell felt an imperceptible resistance, preventing him from drawing any nearer to the black tornado. He even felt a peculiar disturbance in the flow of True Qi in his body.

In this fleeting moment, the black tornado once again wreaked havoc, whirling towards White Mitchell. Sensing an imminent threat, he exploded with True Qi, his figure darting away like a bolt of lightning.

However, the black tornado ruthlessly pursued, its speed incredibly swift. In his panic, White Mitchell subconsciously activated a supreme move — the “Wind Breaking Technique”.

His footstep on thin air, his body spun like a top at high speed, True Qi concentrating on the edge of his sword, as sharp as a razor blade.

The gleam of the sword momentarily sliced through the outer layer of the black tornado, but it continued to advance inexorably towards White Mitchell, completely unscathed.

A chill passed across White Mitchell's face. He knew fully well that carry on like this would put his life at risk. He quickly changed his tactics, transforming himself into an illusion, darting swiftly through his surroundings.

The black tornado pursued with a roar, its whirlwinds of immense force destroying all in its path.

Surrounded by the fierce Black Dragon Roll, White Mitchell was struggling to breathe. Regardless, he managed to keep calm. He transformed into a part of his sword, waving it around in the storm, as he incessantly sought opportunities for attack.

Suddenly a bright flash appeared before White Mitchell's eyes, and he unleashed a heart-stopping strike. He began rotating, creating a series of continuous blows, and his sword, carrying a powerful gust of wind, pierced into a gap in the Black Dragon Roll.

The Black Dragon Roll seemed to tremble due to this attack, as if his sword had hit its weak point. Seizing this opportunity, White Mitchell suddenly released an even more potent force.

A dazzling glow emanated from his entire body as the sword transformed into a flood dragon, revealing a staggering power. A massive blast of sword light, carrying a sky-splitting momentum, pierced towards the center of the Black Dragon Roll.

The Black Dragon Roll shuddered tremendously, reinstating an aura analogous to a storm. White Mitchell felt an invisible resistance reappear, obstructing the flow of his True Qi.

However, he did not halt his assault. Instead, he steadfastly continued to deploy his full strength.

Finally, with a loud bang, the Black Dragon Roll abruptly shattered into pieces, scattering all around in the air.

The pieces traced arcs in the sky. White Mitchell held his breath, dodging these vicious shards swiftly while watching the dispersion of the Black Dragon Roll.

The power of the Black Dragon Roll left White Mitchell deeply shocked. Recalling Parker's previous words, a hint of doubt arose within him. Parker seemed to have an intricate identity. Did he truly possess such a mysterious power?

His train of thought was abruptly cut off as White Mitchell's heartbeat suddenly halted. He sensed a danger behind him. Frantically, he turned around, only to see a massive beam of black light hurtling towards him.

White Mitchell failed to evade; he had no choice but to lift his sword in an attempt to block it. The black beam collided violently with his sword, igniting a bright flash of fire.

As the firelight faded, White Mitchell was flung away fiercely by the black beam. He rolled clumsily, leaving a long scratch on the ground.

Excruciating pain surged up to his heart, nearly unbearable. Gritting his teeth, White Mitchell stood upright despite the blood spewing from his mouth and his torn robes.

“You're still alive,” came Parker's cold, mocking voice. His figure was elusive, seemingly ready to launch another attack at any moment.

White Mitchell had a stern expression and resolved eyes. Although severely injured, he had no intention of backing down. The battle had long exceeded his expectations, but he knew that only unwavering faith could overcome the difficulties.

He took a deep breath, mobilized his True Qi, and his wounds quickly healed. His momentum burst forth once again.

“Parker, you devil, what have you done? Why are you resorting to such measures against me?” Anger and suspicion were prominent in White Mitchell's voice.

Parker scoffed dismissively, “White Mitchell, you're such a fool. You actually believed I was your friend. Hilarious.”

White Mitchell's brows furrowed as he considered the changes in the man before him, a worry brewing in his heart.

“This is not a battlefield, we shouldn't be enemies here,” White Mitchell attempted to persuade him.

Parker was unmoved, a tinge of coldness flashed in his eyes as he retorted, “Don't you get it, Mitchell? This place has long become our battlefield, there's no such thing as retreat.”

White Mitchell shook his head firmly. His goal was to seek the truth. He could not let Parker's nonsense prevent him from seeking the answer.

“If that's the case, then let's battle until one of us die!” White Mitchell tightly gripped his sword once again. His momentum had already reached its peak.

Parker's eyes revealed a hint of excitement, and with a contemptuous sneer, he challenged, “Very well, White Mitchell, come at me.”

The two once again embarked on an intense clash, with sword qi crisscrossing and sparks flying everywhere. Their movements were quick and nimble, each attack filled with intent to kill.

White Mitchell launched continuous attacks, his swordsmanship unparalleled. Each move he made showcased his power and unwavering determination.

Parker was no ordinary opponent either, possessing formidable strength and agility. Each of his counterattacks was filled with murderous intent, keeping White Mitchell on his toes.

During the fight, both began to bear wounds and bleed profusely. Yet, White Mitchell showed no signs of backing down, realizing that only by defeating Parker could he uncover the truth.

He attacked with all his strength, his sword qi winding around Parker like a ghost, attempting to break his defense. Parker coldly brandished his weapon, trying to fend off White Mitchell's fierce onslaught.

Their back-and-forths, with swords crossing, were incredibly intense. Parker's power was pushed to the extreme, his movements nimble like a specter. Each evasion from White Mitchell's attack was perfectly timed. Whether it was ducking or quickly retreating, he made sure Mitchell's sword qi couldn't touch him.

Anxiety arose in White Mitchell's heart. He understood that he needed to end this battle soon, or else Parker's strength would become even more terrifying. Gathering all his True Qi, his swordsmanship became even more aggressive and precise, each strike bearing a destructive aura.

Parker felt White Mitchell's increasing momentum and his eyes flashed with indifference. He knew that he was dealing with an enemy he couldn't resist by mere physical strength and agility, he needed to unleash the dormant power within him.

Suddenly, Parker's body began to undergo a transformation as his skin turned blood-red, exuding a thick murderous aura. He raised his longsword, a blood-red glow emitted from it, like a bloodthirsty demon.

White Mitchell's eyes widened in surprise, feeling the terrifying power surging in Parker's body. He knew he was facing a dangerous enemy and must respond carefully.

Their battle escalated once more. Every clash between them ignited a distinct heat in the air. Their rapid attacks created a beautiful yet deadly picture, sword shadows tearing across the sky, sparks scattered all around.

Parker's strength and speed reached unprecedented heights, his sword wind even generating miniature tornadoes in the air. Feeling the horrific power contained in Parker's sword qi, White Mitchell decided not to limit himself to straightforward swordsmanship.

He silently channeled his Inner Strength, disappearing from his original position instantly. Parker swiftly turned around, only to find White Mitchell right behind him, his sword thrust with a fierce momentum.

Parker hastily dodged, but Mitchell's sword shadow followed his every move. The two chased each other relentlessly around the field, their actions stirring the air around them, creating a sea of interweaving sword light and momentum.

Suddenly, Parker found it difficult to breathe as the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy. He realized in terror that Mitchell's attacks were growing fiercer, his sword qi stronger, as if intending to completely crush him.

“Impossible!” Parker roared, unleashing his full power to resist Mitchell's oppression. But no matter how hard he tried, Mitchell's sword qi remained as solid as iron, ruthlessly dismantling his attacks.

In the midst of the sword qi, White Mitchell's eyes shone with determination and resolve. He understood that he had to defeat Parker, this unprecedented adversary, to pave the way for unveiling the truth behind this.

At that moment, Mitchell's sword qi peaked, his incredibly sharp sword completely encircled Parker. Feeling death's embrace, a lonely and helpless light flickered in Parker's eyes.

The sword qi exploded instantly, as if the entire world was filled with sword light. Blood splattered as Parker's body was penetrated by the sword qi, his eyes filled with despair and regret.

Calming down, Mitchell sheathed his sword as he watched Parker collapsing. His heart was filled with a complexity of emotions he couldn't express. He tossed aside his sword, walked up to Parker, and murmured, “You've lost.”

Parker managed a bitter smile, silent in acknowledgment. He knew he was defeated, defeated by White Mitchell, whom he once viewed as a weakling.

Mitchell gazed at Parker, sadness welling up in his heart. He understood that Parker was not evil by nature, but rather was manipulated and warped by some power.

He reached out and gently closed Parker's eyes, offering him a last bit of comfort. Then, he turned around and continued his journey.

In Parker's wake, all that remained was silence and lament. It was a ruthless battle, but also a battle of choices and liberation.

Chapter end