King's Awakening Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Chapter 798: Saint Christopher

“Saint, Christopher.”

The world thrives, all driven by benefits!

White Mitchell sighed, even the bond of master and disciple couldn't bear the test in the face of absolute interests.

White Mitchell is an ordinary man living in the mundane world. He works as a servant in a local restaurant, busying himself serving customers all day long. His life is simple and plain, without too many pursuits. However, an accidental collision changed his destiny.

One day, White Mitchell hurriedly walked down the street carrying a tray, accidentally bumping into the local bully, Armstrong. This Armstrong is a spoiled young master in the town, often bullying the weak and good people. He was furiously embarrassed by White Mitchell and beat him on the spot until his flesh was mangled, leaving White Mitchell on the brink of death.

Just as he was about to die, he accidentally found a black bead. Although the bead was as cold as obsidian, it carried a mysterious power. Holding the bead subconsciously, White Mitchell felt a warm surge of energy pulsating within him.

At this moment of life and death, White Mitchell was kindled with a tenacious will. He was determined to survive, unwilling to be humiliated and killed by the bully. He gripped the black bead tightly in his hand, praying silently.

Just as White Mitchell thought he was going to leave this world, the black bead emitted a dense black fog that enveloped him. In an instant, his consciousness blurred, and he fell into a dark space.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a mysterious world of Immortal Swordsman. In this world of cultivation, the strong fought between heaven and earth, while ordinary people like White Mitchell could only watch.

White Mitchell was surprised to find that his body had undergone great changes. His originally immature face became much more handsome, his muscles more robust, as if he had undergone a baptism.

Looking around, he found himself in a vast range of mountains. The mountains were filled with beautiful celestial air, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, creating a peaceful atmosphere around him.

White Mitchell's heart was filled with curiosity and excitement. He realized that he was no longer the helpless servant, but had embarked on the path of cultivation. He decided to forge ahead, seeking the fortunes that belonged to him.

In his exploration, White Mitchell met an Immortal elder. The elder was Master Xuji, a high-level expert with a profound knowledge. Seeing White Mitchell's talent and determination, Master Xuji decided to take him as a disciple.

Under the guidance of Master Xuji, White Mitchell began to cultivate various Immortal Laws. He trained hard, studied diligently, and constantly improved his cultivation. Through hard practice, he gradually mastered some basic spells and martial skills.

With the increase of his cultivation, White Mitchell's name quietly spread, attracting the attention of many powerful beings in the fairyland.

However, just as White Mitchell was integrating into the immortal world, an antagonist named Easton appeared. Easton was born into a distinguished family and possessed a cultivation talent that others coveted. However, he chose to walk the path of evil. He sought power, delighted in destruction, and indulged himself in darkness.

After Easton found out about White Mitchell's presence, he coveted his cultivation and potential. A strong sense of jealousy and malice flared up in his heart, deciding to assassinate White Mitchell to reap the fruits of his cultivation.

While White Mitchell was unaware that he had become the target of Easton, he was totally immersed in his cultivation. He trained hard, continually breaking his own limits, eager to reach higher realms. During his training, he made many friends and fellows. They progressed together, supported each other, and strived to realize their dreams.

However, Easton was observing White Mitchell's every move in the dark. He cast evil spells, bringing forth the power of evil spirits, intending to use them against White Mitchell. He constantly dispatched his minions, employing all kinds of cunning methods, trying to disrupt White Mitchell's cultivation and peaceful life.

In countless battles, White Mitchell gradually recognized Easton's existence. He understood that he had to face this evil character, or else his cultivation would not be safe no matter how hard he tried. He decided to meet this challenge, to protect himself and the people he cherished.

White Mitchell demonstrated extraordinary combat strength in his confrontation with Easton. He became increasingly skilled in his methods, more proficient in his spells. He consistently defeated Easton's minions, forcing Easton to act in person.

Easton appeared before White Mitchell with an emotionless face, emitting a strong dark energy that made others feel suffocated and scared.

“White Mitchell, you are truly a pitiful and ridiculous character. Do you really think the path of cultivation can make you conquer everything?” Easton sneered.

White Mitchell stood firm. His eyes were as twinkling as stars, filled with determination. “Power does not represent everything. The difference between righteousness and evil is not only in cultivation but also in the purity and kindness of the heart. No matter how powerful you are, I will defeat you with justice and courage.”

Before his words had faded, White Mitchell swung his sleeve, a sword light fell and transformed into countless Sword Qi, surrounding Easton like a river of stars. Easton's face turned cold, the dark aura on his body immediately concentrated, forming a thick dark barrier, blocking all the Sword Qi.

“White Mitchell, you are not strong enough! Your righteous cultivation law is so powerless in front of me! Now, let me show you real power!” Easton roared, and the Power of Darkness surged.

White Mitchell knew that this was a crucial moment between him and Easton; he decided to use all his power to defeat his adversary. He made seals with both hands, chanted words, his body glowed, and a giant Immortal Sword appeared in his hands out of thin air.

“Star Sword!”

As White Mitchell shouted, the Star Sword shot countless sword glows, piercing the pitch-black sky, creating cracks. The sword glow was like a grand tide, rushing towards Easton.

Easton was not weak, he raised his palm, and the Power of Darkness formed a defensive shield, instantly weakening White Mitchell's Star Sword. But White Mitchell did not lose heart. He flashed and bypassed the shield's defense line, pouncing towards Easton.

White Mitchell's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, his moves were continuous, like the onslaught of thousands of troops. Each sword possessed unmatched power, its Sword Qi was so fierce that no one could underestimate it.

Easton felt the pressure. He knew he was not facing an ordinary opponent. He was no longer conservative, his body suddenly emitted powerful Dark Energy, and a selike Dark Power spurted out from his body.

In the spreading dark fog, Easton's figure was ghostly, quickly avoiding White Mitchell's sword moves. He constantly used evil Spells, Dark Energy formed monsters like evil spirits, stirring up a storm in the air, and attacked White Mitchell.

Facing the attack of the dark monsters, a hint of determination flashed in White Mitchell's eyes. He had a thought, his body crouched, and he disappeared at the spot, turning into a phantom.

Easton was taken aback, he suddenly looked up, only to see White Mitchell appearing out of thin air behind him, his hand holding a glowing sword.

“See my true power!” White Mitchell shouted coldly and slammed his sword.

The sword light was like lightning, tearing through the void, bringing up a storm and slashing towards Easton. Easton's eyes widened. He was desperate to find that he couldn't avoid it in time and could only raise his arms in an attempt to resist.

As the sword light rapidly approached like lightning, Easton felt a wave of despair. He saw the face of death, believing that his life's journey would end at this moment.

However, just as the sword light touched him, a silver light suddenly flashed, enveloping him. This light was like a sturdy protective wall, completely blocking White Mitchell's sword light.

White Mitchell retreated in shock, his eyes were filled with incredulity. He didn't expect Easton to have such a powerful defense that could withstand his attack.

“It's you, this mortal? You possess such powerful defensive power!” White Mitchell said excitedly, knowing he had encountered a formidable opponent.

Easton withdrew his arms, his gaze coldly staring at White Mitchell; “Your power is not enough to bring me down.”

White Mitchell sneered: “Presumptuous! You are just an ordinary person, what qualifications you have to fight against me!”

A hint of disdain appeared on Easton's face: “No matter who you are, today I will make you understand that a person's power is not only displayed through combat prowess.”

With that, Easton moved his body like a gust of wind, rushing towards White Mitchell. His fists and palms instantly transformed into a raging storm, extremely violent.

White Mitchell was not weak, the sword in his hands kept dancing, the Sword Qi coiled back like a dragon, accompanied by a curtain of swords, and collided with Easton's fists and palms.

For a moment, Sword Qi and the fist wind intertwined. Wherever they went, various magical powers erupted. The originally quiet valley suddenly became turbulent, full of ferocious momentum.

The figures of the two men flipped and darted, swords glinting, fists dancing wildly. Countless blades and swords tore through the rocks, fists and feet ripped through the void. The entire battlefield was like a turbulent ocean, its waves boiling and piling up, erupting with unparalleled desire for battle.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. They had originally thought that White Mitchell would easily defeat Easton with just one sword, but they didn't expect the latter to be so strong, actually managing to evenly match White Mitchell's strength.

In their eyes, Easton seemed to have transformed into a War God, demonstrating unbelievable strength with his mortal body. Whether it was speed, strength, or skill, he had reached an exquisite level.

White Mitchell also felt the oppressive force emanating from Easton. He became internally vigilant, starting to fully display his martial arts.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with every move, every technique, being executed with all their might. Nearly all the surrounding objects were destroyed, with rocks tumbling, trees breaking, and dust flying in the valley.

Time passed second by second, unknowingly an hour or so had already elapsed. Both men had paid a heavy price, their bodies covered in wounds and bloody flesh.

Easton began to feel his strength wane, sweat continuously dripping from his forehead. Although White Mitchell looked just as battered, he remained composed.

Suddenly, a cunning twinkle flashed through White Mitchell's eyes. The sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, its sword qi forming a rainbow as it aggressively swung towards Easton.

Easton felt a chill in his heart, sensing a strong killing intent in the oncoming sword qi. He immediately realized that this was no ordinary sword strike and could not be taken lightly.

His body moved all at once, spinning instantly to avoid White Mitchell's blade. However, the sword qi still tore through his chest, causing blood to spatter.

Easton gritted his teeth, feeling the intense pain from the sword qi. He took a deep breath, forced himself to bear the pain, his gaze becoming even more determined.

“This sword isn't enough, I can still keep fighting!” Easton murmured to himself.

White Mitchell sneered, “Mortal, you've already reached your limit. One more strike will undoubtedly kill you.”

The sword in his hand again approached Easton, the sword qi even more ferocious and its power greater.

Easton's gaze hardened, stamped his foot, the entire person like a runaway wild horse madly rushing towards White Mitchell.

His fists and feet danced around, every strike containing his tenacious will and endless courage. He was no longer fearful, no longer shrinking back, just scrambling forward with all his might.

In an instant, his fists collided with White Mitchell's sword. Sword qi chopped down, fists and feet danced wildly. The entire battlefield seemed to boil, filled with the breath of slaughter.

The battle between a mortal and an immortal sent endless energy fluctuations surging between heaven and earth. Although Easton was a mortal, he refused to accept the arrangement of fate. He had a strong conviction and a powerful will. He believed he had the ability to overcome any difficulties.

The qi force around his body was surging restlessly, an invisible force seemed to have burst forth from within him. His fists became like lightning, piercing through White Mitchell's sword qi in an instant, fiercely smashing into his body.

White Mitchell was startled, the power of this mortal was much stronger than he had imagined. His swordsmanship could not resist it, he had no choice but to hastily retreat, evading Easton's attack.

“You… how could you possibly have so much power?” White Mitchell exclaimed incredulously.

Easton sneered, a determined gleam in his eyes, “Being a mortal does not mean powerless, I've already seen through your swordsmanship, do you think your sword qi could defeat me?”

After saying so, he launched his lightning-like attack, every strike filled with boundless power and infused with his understanding of swordsmanship, forming a unique way of unifying fist and sword.

White Mitchell could not help but feel apprehensive. He felt a threat from Easton that he had never experienced before. He took a deep breath, a strand of white steam rose from his body, like an immortal's aura diffusing around him.

“Mortal, do you think your fist-fighting techniques could triumph over my swordsmanship?” White Mitchell asked in a cold voice.

He began to whirl his sword, its gleam radiating like a star, dazzling to the eyes. The Qi of the sword permeated the air, unmatched in its sharpness, even more so than his prior sword Qi.

Easton's face slightly changed. He didn't dare to underestimate this strike, aware that his opponent had put forth his real strength, and understood that there could be no slack on his part.

He immediately adjusted his position, transforming into a streak of light to dodge White Mitchell's attack. Following this, he launched an attack with a whirlwind-like fist, the speed and strength of which even left White Mitchell struggling to handle.

White Mitchell involuntarily retreated a few steps, the sword Qi was dispersed by the force of the fist, and his body involuntarily shook. “This is… how is this possible?” He spoke in surprise.

Easton faintly smiled, no longer wasting words with his opponent. With a shift in his body, he rushed towards White Mitchell again.

The punch hit straight into White Mitchell's chest. Mitchell felt a brutal pain in his chest, and then his entire body was sent flying due to the massive force.

He was flung several meters away in a disheveled manner, uncontrollably spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. After landing, he felt his internal organs churning with insufferable pain all over his body.

Easton slowly walked towards White Mitchell, a pair of eyes flashing with cold murderous intent. “Did you think I would only defend? Even the most formidable swordsmanship cannot withstand my full-powered hit.”

White Mitchell glared at Easton fiercely. Although surprised by Easton's strength, he didn't consider himself defeated yet. “Do you think just one punch will beat me? You're too naive!”

The sword in his hand once again danced, intertwining beams of light in the air, forming a formidable Sword Array.

Easton sneered, and suddenly, a hefty aura burst out from his body.

His entire body was shrouded in a layer of faint yellow glow, a pair of golden wings spread out from his back, dazzling in their brilliance.

Is this what a real Immortal looks like? White Mitchell was dumbfounded, staring unbelievingly at the spectacle in front of him.

Easton stared at White Mitchell, his voice revealing a tone of arrogance, “I am a real Immortal, while you're just a hapless mortal. Did you think your so-called Immortal Techniques can deal with me?”

White Mitchell didn't panic. He held his sword tightly, his gaze fixed firmly on Easton. “Although I am just a mortal, I won't let you win easily!”

No sooner had his words ended than White Mitchell's body burst out, emitting a strong sword Qi, rapidly solidifying into a sword beam, charging straight at Easton.

Easton slightly smiled, his golden wings fiercely flapping, stirring up a gale that lightly scattered the sword beam. He calmly stated, “Your sword skills still lack a lot.”

Determination flashed in White Mitchell's eyes as he charged Easton again, this time his sword Qi was even sharper, absolutely unstoppable. However, history repeated itself, and Easton easily nulled Mitchell's attack.

White Mitchell's face changed. He hadn't expected Easton to be this powerful. However, he didn't give up, instead facing Easton with increased determination.

“You arrogant Immortal! I'm definitely going to let you taste the power of a mortal!” White Mitchell gritted his teeth, decisively unleashing his most robust move stored within him.

White Mitchell's figure disappeared from the spot and a forceful sword Qi was released, seemingly tearing the air apart. He then, like a ghost, appeared behind Easton with a beam of sword light instantly stabbing towards his back.

Easton's figure blurred, evading White Mitchell's lethal strike. He coldly said, “Still a long way off.”

As Easton's words fell, a surge of immense force suddenly erupted from White Mitchell's body. His figure instantly grew extremely tall, his muscles bulged as if a War God had descended.

White Mitchell once again swung his sword, his swordsmanship formed a horrifying momentum, the sword light soared into the sky, like a meteor in the starry sky.

Easton's facial expression condensed, as he felt the powerful energy fluctuations emanating from White. He hurriedly ran his True Qi within his body, launching full-force defenses.

Both of their attacks and defenses alternated, the scene was extremely intense. The Sword Qi and Fairy Qi interweaved, emitting a piercing explosion sound. The whole battlefield fell into chaos.

White was drenched in sweat, he felt tremendous pressure, but he was not discouraged. He took a deep breath and swung his sword again, a very sharp Sword Qi rushed towards Easton.

Easton's eyes narrowed, he felt a powerful force contained in White's moves. He was cautious and dare not take it lightly.

Their moves became more vigorous, the sword shadows and fairy lights interlaced, like a dragon and tiger fighting. They tumbled in the air with a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

The sword light tore through the clouds, emitting a deafening roar. The entire space was completely ruptured.

White felt the power within his body was being exhausted, but he did not retreat, instead he swung his sword light more bravely.

An icy chill ran through Easton's heart as he realized White's situation. He knew he had to defeat White before White's power was exhausted, otherwise he would face a huge threat.

He concentrated all his strength, his swordsmanship grew even more deadly. He seemed to transform into a Sword God, the sword light soared into the sky, poured down like a galaxy, falling like a meteor from outer space. His form flickered, avoiding the killing blow from White Mitchell, and with a speed beyond that of ordinary people, nearly instantly, he had appeared behind White Mitchell.

White's body shook slightly, he felt the threat from behind. He quickly turned around, waving his sword light, trying to block Easton's attack. But compared to Easton's Dragon Movement Sword, his swordsmanship appeared somewhat pale and weak.

“This won't work!” A sudden thought crossed Easton's mind, his eyes flashed a ruthless color. He gathered all his strength, unleashed Dragon Roars Nine Heavens, a massive Sword Qi roared out like a thunder, shaking heaven and earth.

White's body jolted, he felt a strong pressure, the sword light in his hand was almost uncontrollable. He struggled to resist, but was still pushed back several steps by Easton's Dragon Roars Nine Heavens.

“It's still not enough like this!” White analyzed inwardly, he knew he had to resolve this battle as soon as possible. His move, Sword Dance Gale, swept across like a hurricane, raising the dust in the air.

Easton gave a sneer, he looked down on White from a high altitude, his eyes revealing a hint of contempt. His move, Sword Pointing to the Sky, a mild sword light shone like a needle, quicky passing through, amidst the sword light of White's Sword Dance Gale.

The sword light pierced through White's defences, stabbing directly into his chest. White's body stiffened for a moment, he watched Easton with difficulty, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, “Not bad, you win.”

As soon as the words fell, White's body suddenly burst out with a great power. His body shook violently, the pierced chest area healed instantly. His momentum soared madly, emitting a thrilling aura.

Easton was taken aback, he did not expect White to have such regenerative abilities. His heart tightened, he immediately became cautious.

White's body radiated a dazzling light, his eyes shining with a strong murderous aura. The sword in his hand made a humming sound, as if responding to his call. A strong sword light formed, distorting the space and stabbing towards Easton.

Easton was on high alert, while maintaining his full defence, he observed White's changes. He found that White's power was growing constantly, and almost reached an unbearable point for him.

“This guy has entered a frenzy!” Easton shouted inwardly, understanding that he had to find a way to deal with White quickly.

He gathered his thoughts and channeled the True Yuan within his Dantian. His body like a streak of light, quickly maneuvering between White's attacks. Each attack, he managed to dodge barely.

Easton realized he couldn't afford to take a passive beating any longer, he decided to counter-attack. He gathered all his True Yuan onto his hands, forming an incredibly sharp Sword Qi, slashing towards White.

White Mitchell's pupils contracted, sensing the sharpness contained within the Sword Qi. He dared not be careless, immediately activated his True Yuan, and when the Sword Qi was close to his body, he quickly pulled back, avoiding a fatal strike.

“Damn!” Easton's heart was filled with anxiety. He understood that his attack didn't achieve the expected result. He must find White Mitchell's weakness as soon as possible to take the offensive.

White Mitchell reacted swiftly, barely giving Easton a chance to counterattack. His swordlight was rampant, covering the sky and ground in an attack. Easton flickered amidst the swordlight, trying to dodge.

“Found it!” A clever glint flashed across Easton's eyes. He observed that White Mitchell would always have a moment of weakness when using his swordsmanship.

He seized this opportunity and acted quickly. His swordlight was like lightning, aiming directly at White Mitchell's vital points.

White Mitchell sensed impending danger. His eyes flashed with determination. Without hesitation, he took out a black talisman from his waist and quickly crushed it.

In an instant, black smoke filled the air, completely enveloping White Mitchell. Easton's sword light couldn't break through and only darkness met his eyes.

Suddenly, a fierce Sword Qi slashed out from the darkness, aiming straight at Easton's weak point. A trace of surprise flashed in Easton's eyes, but he didn't retreat. He raised his sword and braced for fightback.

The swords clashed, a loud noise rang out. Easton's body was hurled away by the massive force, slamming on the ground.

“I must hold on!” Easton gritted his teeth and got up. He knew he was already at his limits, but as long as he could stand, he wouldn't give up.

White Mitchell, looking through the darkness, stared coldly at Easton. His Sword Qi turned fiercer, and his attacks even sharper.

Easton clenched his teeth, releasing his full True Yuan. He held the sword in his hand and went up to meet White Mitchell's attack.

When the swords met, a muffled sound echoed from his body. Easton's sword gradually became unable to withstand White Mitchell's onslaught and he had to retreat.

Easton's body was tottering, his breathing rapid. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer, but he had no thoughts of backing down.

“Even if I die in this fight, I will never let this sword pierce my chest!” Easton thought firmly.

Without hesitation, he charged again, gathering all his strength into his sword. His Sword Qi burned like flames, filled with an unwavering belief in victory.

A trace of contempt flashed across White Mitchell's eyes as he raised his sword, wildly swinging it. He decided to defeat Easton in one fell swoop and end this battle.

The swords clashed, Easton's Sword Qi and White Mitchell's Sword Qi collided, producing a dazzling light. Their bodies were hazy in the swordlight, like gods battling.

A moment later, a loud noise shattered the tranquil battlefield. Easton's sword was broken by White Mitchell's strike, and the powerful impact flung his body away.

Easton fell miserably to the ground, slowly getting up. A trace of anger and determination flashed in his eyes.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me like this? You are too naive!” Easton sneered, deciding to release his true power.

A strong aura emitted from Easton's body, sweeping across the battlefield like a fierce wind. His body gradually became larger, muscles bulging, veins popping. Under such strong power, he seemed to transform into a ferocious beast.

White Mitchell's brows furrowed slightly, sensing the terrifying aura from Easton. He knew, a real battle had just begun.

Easton suddenly stood up, a fierce Sword Qi erupted from his sword, bringing along a howling wind, dashing toward White Mitchell. The Sword Qi was a dazzling blue light, like a streak of lightning piercing the night sky.

White Mitchell calmly faced Easton's attack, swinging the sword in his hand, the Sword Qi surging, colliding with the blue Sword Qi. Boom! A loud noise sent thick smoke billowing up.

As the smoke cleared, White Mitchell and Easton stood at opposite ends of the battlefield, their bodies bearing some wounds, but this did not affect their fearless determination.

“What else can you do?” White Mitchell asked coldly.

Easton laughed coldly, a cunning gleam in his eyes. “Just you wait and see.” His voice barely faded when his body started to change again.

This time, Easton's body inflated even more terrifyingly, his skin turning golden so much so it resembled indestructible metal, emanating a strong metallic texture. His pupils turned blood red, just like a demon's.

“Demon Incarnation!” White Mitchell felt a chill in his heart. He hadn't expected Easton to have such resources at his disposal.

Easton let out a low roar, which reverberated throughout the battlefield. He swung his sword, its Sword Qi carrying an arrogant momentum, hurtling towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell calmly confronted Easton's attack, his whole body exuding a powerful momentum, standing imperiously in Easton's path. His sword was twinkling like starlight, its Sword Qi falling like fine rain.

Sword Qi interwoven with Sword Qi, sharpness chilling, sometimes resonating with crisp collisions, sometimes with deep ones. On the battlefield, the two transformed into two rays of light, crisscrossing, moving at speeds beyond human limits.

Their moves became more and more fierce, each sword turned into a scorching blade, their reciprocated impacts between Sword Qi created powerful shockwaves, just like a storm.

They almost unreservedly released their power, the Sword Qi's collision caused the entire battlefield to tremble. Dirt and stones were sent flying, altering the wind and the clouds.

A fierce Sword Qi aimed at White Mitchell, who roared angrily. He held his sword with both hands and faced Easton's attack fearlessly. Amid the violent collision sound, their Sword Qi intertwine, frantically rubbing against each other, sending sparks flying.

It seemed as if time had frozen, and the only thing crossing the field were their blades' radiance.

A sense of irrefutable determination flickered in Easton's eyes. “White Mitchell, is that all you've got?” His voice was full of contempt and mockery.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to show his true strength. His body began to emit a daunting aura, and his eyes became sharper.

Suddenly, White Mitchell's body moved violently, his Sword Qi skyrocketed, like a meteor ripping through the night sky. He transformed into a light beam, hurtling towards Easton.

Easton's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He also refused to be outdone, and without any hesitation, he met White Mitchell's attack. His body dodged swiftly, while his sword drew a glorious arc, welcoming White Mitchell's Sword Qi.

Their Sword Qi collided, sparking endless light. Their Sword Qi interwove and shook to distort the surrounding air. Easton's swordsmanship was sharp and fierce; White Mitchell, known as the first swordsman in the world, looked indifferent, but his swordsmanship was as fierce as a violent storm.

Between the intersecting Sword Qi, White Mitchell's gaze became colder. His body constantly changed, just like an illusion. Each dodge was just perfect, leaving only a faint afterimage behind him.

Easton felt a strange tension in his heart, sensing White Mitchell's danger. He looked up and found a Sword Qi already pounced towards him. Easton quickly lifted his sword, blocking the hit with all his strength, but he was stunned by the powerful impact to step back a few steps.

“White Mitchell!” Easton yelled sharply, “Don't you get smug, I won't give up that easily!”

White Mitchell gave a faint smile, his aura becoming more intense. His Sword Qi grew fiercer, attacking Easton like a sudden storm. The striking swordsmanship, the Sword Qi as if a star is falling, their entire battlefield was shrouded by their Sword Qi.

Amid the Sword Qi, Easton felt tremendous pressure, but his will never wavered. His heart firmly believed in his own strength, and he never would be defeated by White Mitchell.

His muscles tense, his footwork quick, he skillfully avoided White Mitchell's attacks. At the same time, his swordsmanship was continuously improving. Every time he swung the sword, it came with a strong threat, trying to force his opponent to retreat.

However, White Mitchell seemed to be even more invigorated the more he fought, his attacks growing increasingly fierce. His swordsmanship became even more nimble; with not a single unnecessary movement, every single strike was a deadly move.

Easton felt the pressure from White Mitchell, knowing that he could no longer delay. He circulated the True Qi within his body, his muscles bulging, with the momentum of his sword like a violent storm.

“White Mitchell, take this!” Easton roared, his sword unleashing a dazzling Sword Glow.

Like a scroll unfolding, the Sword Glow curled up countless rays, charging towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell frowned slightly, realizing that he had met a strong opponent. The mission he carried in his heart made him unable to retreat. He took a deep breath and burst out with greater strength.

The Sword Glows of the two clashed, and the entire atmosphere seemed to be torn apart. The fierce collision echoed on the battlefield, deafening like the thunder between heaven and earth.

Easton felt the power of White Mitchell. His body shuddered slightly, but he did not back away. He seemed to incarnate as a Sword God, dancing out extraordinarily agile Sword Glow, trading blows with White Mitchell one after another.

Their swordsmanship was dazzling and seemed placed within a beautiful painting.

Sword lights interwoven and sword shadows overlapped, the two highly spirited fighters turned the entire battlefield into their stage. Every swing of their swords was precise and swift, seizing all the weaknesses of each other.

Easton felt the power in his heart growing stronger, and his body seemed to integrate into the Sword Glow. His sword moves became even sharper, every strike seemed imbued with the force of ten thousand pounds, as if it could shred anything blocking his path.

An irresistible excitement surged in White Mitchell's heart. He initially thought he had reached an invincible realm, but surprisingly, he met such a strong opponent in Easton. His gaze became sharper and his swordsmanship faster.

The battle between the two was in full swing. The aftershocks of the fight whipped up enormous waves, intimidating enough to nearly suffocate the surrounding spectators. They were drawn to the two's Sword Glows, staring at this deadly fight before them.

Time seemed to stand still, only the two's sword moves left a trail of dazzling brightness in mid-air. Their inner strength surged, with their True Qi flooding around like a tide, making their sword momentum even more fierce.

Suddenly, Easton held his breath. A perfect flaw appeared in the twinkling of an eye. White Mitchell launched the Phantom Sword Glow, stabbing fiercely towards Easton's chest.

Easton realized the power of this move and decided to face it without any hesitation. He lunged forward, and at the most dangerous moment, he flicked his sword.

The momentum of the sword immediately became like a soaring dragon, swiftly knocking off White Mitchell's sword momentum. The sword light spun rapidly, Easton's sword instantly changed direction, piercing towards White Mitchell like a thunderbolt.

White Mitchell narrowed his eyes, continued his movement technique, and used his swordsmanship to dissolve Easton's attack. His body was as flexible as a snake, dodging Easton's sword edge at an extraordinary speed.

However, Easton's sword move was not over yet. His Sword Glow continued to rampage around White Mitchell, like a silver river spanning the starry space.

With a lingering fear, White Mitchell stepped back a few steps, his eyes flickering with a deep sense of awe. He knew that he had encountered a true master of swordsmanship, an opponent who was on par with him.

Both men stopped fighting. They looked at each other, each seeing the determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

“Your swordsmanship is strong, but I still have untapped strength,” White Mitchell said solemnly.

Easton smirked slightly with a hint of confidence in his eyes. “Later, I will let you fully understand my power.”

Their gazes intersected on the battlefield, with Sword Qi still lingering in the air. The fight was far from over. The two figures from the Martial World lifted their swords again and charged at each other, the Sword Glow crossing in the air, stirring up a formidable momentum that shook the world.

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