King's Awakening Chapter 801

Chapter 801: Chapter 801: Saint Juan

“Saint, Juan!”

In White's eyes, an unusual glow seemed to flow, and his aura ascended once more.

However, before White could adjust, he plunged directly into the life of the next Saint.

White was originally a cultivator, practicing the Art of Heaven Tao, and his skills were unfathomably profound. Yet, a conspiracy five years ago resulted in the loss of his cultivation, mentally and physically wounded. To protect both himself and his family, he had no choice but to conceal his true power, masquerading as a prodigal son.

White seemed to lead a luxurious and extravagant life, idling all day, indulging in wine, wealth, and lust. Behind the scenes, however, he was tirelessly cultivating and investigating. Racking his brains, he combed through every last detail with his exceptional wisdom and intellect, in search of the culprit who had attacked him all those years ago.

Many around him looked down on him, thinking he was just a lazy and gluttonous spendthrift. White paid no heed to them because he knew what his goal was. He didn't want to reveal his strength prematurely, nor did he want to involve those around him in his plan for revenge.

White possessed a treasured sword passed down through generations, known as the Frost Sword. The sword was as clear as a lake and contained endless icy power. He used this sword to probe all possible clues, looking for the faintest traces of his enemy. However, the murderer had already erased all traces of his crime using sophisticated means, making it impossible for White to identify him.

White racked his brain, considering how to find the real murderer. During a chance encounter, he found a tattered ancient book that contained information about the villain, Mason Turner. As it turned out, Mason Turner was the head of an evil sect that had long been lost. He commanded a formidable force, carrying out all sorts of evil deeds and almost controlled the entire martial world.

White immediately realized that this Mason Turner might be the one who had harmed him. Thus, he began to infiltrate the sect, secretly observing every move of Mason Turner. He discovered that Mason Turner would personally strike every night, stealing the life force of innocent people, drawing their essence forcefully.

White felt that this might be the resource Mason Turner needed for his cultivation, prolonging his life and enhancing his cultivation by absorbing the life force of others. White decided to investigate secretly, to find the origin of Mason Turner's cultivation method and cut off his path of cultivation personally.

As the investigation deepened, White accidentally discovered a mysterious valley. The valley was teeming with colorful flowers and herbs and radiated a thick spiritual aura. What surprised White more was that there was a huge cave deep in the valley. At the end of the cave, a dazzling light was shining.

White carefully entered the cave, and he saw an ancient stone platform containing an old book. The densely packed codes in the book recorded a method of cultivation. White's eyes widened. He had finally found the secret of Mason Turner's cultivation method!

According to the book, Mason Turner's cultivation method did not originate from the Righteous Sect, but from an evil power sealed within this cave. By absorbing the life force of others, Mason Turner was able to preserve his cultivation. White decided to bring this book back and reveal Mason Turner's wickedness to the Righteous Sect, removing this harm for them.

After returning to his mansion, White carefully studied this book. The book recorded an evil unique skill called “Life-Stealing Technique” which could drain another's life force with a simple hand seal. White thought to himself that if he could master this unique skill, he would have more chances of dealing with Mason Turner.

After a long period of painstaking cultivation, White finally mastered this evil unique skill. But he knew that using this unique skill would inevitably lead him down the path of evil, turning him into an Evil Demon Warrior. Yet, for the sake of revenge, he decided to pay any price.

One night, White let go of his reservations and decided to use this unique skill to fight against Mason Turner. He transformed himself into a ruthless ray of sword light, directly breaking into Mason Turner's sect, and quickly located him.

“Mason Turner, you've harmed countless innocent people, it's time for you to pay the price!” The voice of White was as cold and resolute as ever.

Mason Turner looked at White in astonishment. He hadn't expected the White, whom he looked down upon, to be so powerful. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, “White, you think you can deal with me with your abilities? Don't you know, I have already seen through your true self, you are just a prodigal son.”

White sneered, “Mason Turner, prepare to reap what you've sown!”

As he spoke, the Sword Qi on White's body exploded instantly. The dazzling radiance made the entire sect seem as if it had fallen into darkness. The sharp sword light slashed towards Mason Turner at an incredible speed, almost impossible to dodge.

Seeing this, Mason Turner did not dare to take it lightly, he released a powerful evil aura, and a black gang wind formed out of thin air to withstand White's attack. The Sword Qi of the two collided, resulting in a piercing shriek. It seemed as if the surrounding air was being torn apart.

White felt a tightness in his chest; he hadn't expected Mason Turner to be so powerful. But he did not retreat. Instead, he became even more determined for revenge. He performed the swordsmanship he had cultivated for many years. The sword light was like electricity, zigzagging, forming an invisible net of swords, trapping Mason Turner inside it.

Mason Turner felt the appalling power contained in White Mitchell's swordsmanship, which left him apprehensive. He knew that White Mitchell was no longer the ne'er-do-well he once was, but had transformed into a formidable adversary. He resolved to give it his all to utterly defeat White Mitchell.

Mason Turner skillfully dodged White Mitchell's attacks with his agile movements, all the while casting spells with his hands and murmuring incantations. An even more powerful evil energy gathered around him. Catching sight of this, White Mitchell kept an intent eye on Mason Turner's every move, preparing for a lethal strike.

Suddenly, a wily twinkle flashed through Mason Turner's eyes. His body stuttered for a moment before disappearing from its original location. White Mitchell looked around in surprise but could find no trace of Mason Turner. A chill coursed through him as he felt a dangerous aura drawing near.

Just then, a massive force hit White Mitchell from behind. He barely had time to turn around before a massive shadow sent him flying. He hit the ground hard.

“Hahaha, White Mitchell, did you really think you could face me? How naive!” Mason Turner laughed arrogantly, striding towards White Mitchell confidently.

White Mitchell slowly stood up, his mind steadying itself. He knew that he had to turn the tables now, otherwise, he would be utterly defeated by Mason Turner.

He drew a deep breath, and a determined resolve surged in his heart. Once again, he transformed into a blade of light, hurtling out like lightning, launching a fierce attack on Mason Turner.

White Mitchell's rays of swordplay struck like a storm, piercing through air. The speed was so fast that it was nearly impossible to discern his figure. Each strike held his hatred for his family's enemy and his anger towards Mason Turner. He wished nothing more than to hack Mason Turner to pieces, avenging his family's nemesis.

Though Mason Turner was powerful, White Mitchell's swordplay was unparalleled. Each attack was exact, as if it was the descent of a Sword God. He mobilized the power of every cell in his body to resist White Mitchell's attacks. At the same time, he continuously waved his magic wand, releasing bursts of sinful magic attacks.

The swords and magical forces clashed fiercely in the air, producing terrifying explosions and celestial thunder. The clan members within the sect were astounded by the battle's intensity. They couldn't help but feel proud of White Mitchell's bravery and fearlessness. They had assumed White Mitchell to be weak. Little did they expect him to have such formidable power, able to challenge Mason Turner equally.

As time ticked away, the battle between White Mitchell and Mason Turner became even more intense. Both went all out, neither gaining any advantage. They crisscrossed, the clash of swords and magical forces made the entire square shake violently.

“White Mitchell, do you really think you can win me? Your ability is nothing!” Mason Turner declared through gritted teeth, smugness and contempt in his eyes.

White Mitchell gripped his sword hilt, determination in his eyes, showing no signs of retreating. “Mason Turner, do you think you are invincible? I'll show you the boundless power that hatred has granted me!” he shouted back.

White Mitchell seemed to be incensed, his swordplay growing more fierce, his speed even faster. Each attack carried an indescribable brutality and ruthlessness. Mason Turner had to respond seriously, finding his evil forces gradually getting suppressed by White Mitchell's Sword Qi.

As the battle continued, White Mitchell slowly gained the upper hand. His Sword Qi was exceptional; every strike hit Mason Turner's weak spots. Mason Turner began to retreat; his body gradually accumulating more injuries.

“Impossible! You can't be this strong!” Mason Turner bellowed, unwilling to accept defeat from White Mitchell.

White Mitchell sneered, “You think you are the invincible Demon Lord? You are wrong! Everyone has weaknesses, and you are no exception.”

With that, White Mitchell thrust his sword towards Mason Turner's chest, the flickering sword tip aimed directly at Mason Turner's heart.

Mason Turner was taken aback. He felt the threat of death closing in. Without any hesitation, he unleashed his last bit of energy. A veil of ebony magic power enveloped him instantly, and his body grew larger, transforming into a giant demon beast.

White Mitchell's eyes widened in surprise, not anticipating this change in Mason Turner. But he didn't panic; instead, his belief in victory solidified further.

He gave it his all, thrusting his blade towards Mason Turner's throat, hoping to behead him with one swing. The tip of his sword was swift as lightning, deeply piercing the air, the eerie scream echoing through the entire sect.

However, just as White Mitchell's sword was about to strike Mason Turner's throat, a strong force suddenly burst from Mason Turner's body, forcing White Mitchell's sword back.

“Hahaha, boy, you're still not strong enough!” Mason Turner roared, his body swelling larger and larger, black magic power engulfing him, exuding an endless aura of evil.

A chill crept into White Mitchell's heart as he sensed the terrifying power emanating from Turner. With such a formidable Demon Beast before him, there was no room for him to retreat. Nevertheless, he did not give in. He knew that only by giving his all could he have a thread of survival.

Taking in a deep breath, his momentum surged with his entire being, the Sword Qi around him rippling and forming a formidable sword shield. The sword shield spun atop his palm, releasing a strong Sword Qi that blocked Turner's palm strike.

Then, a flash dazzled from the sword in White Mitchell's hand, a ground-breaking Sword Qi instantly surfaced, heading straight for Turner's neck. This stroke was White Mitchell's absolute confidence in confronting Turner and the manifestation of his heart intent on revenge.

“Take this!” White Mitchell bellowed, his Sword Qi as swift as lightning, carrying a world-destroying force, aiming for Turner's neck.

Turner's eyes turned cold, he lifted his palm and the flurry of shadows from his palm coalesced into a large shield, withstanding White Mitchell's Sword Qi.

“You're not qualified to wield such swordsmanship!” Turner said coldly. He raised his hand, and a burst of scorching flames spewed from his palm, instantly swallowing up the Sword Qi.

White Mitchell's brows contracted slightly as he felt the terrifying heat coming from Turner's palm. He knew this was not the time to clash head-on with Turner.

He leapt backward, using swift movement techniques to evade Turner's fire attack. Simultaneously, the Sword Qi in his hand once again gathered and charged towards Turner at breathtaking speed.

Turner snorted coldly, the flames in his hand spraying out again, forming a wall of fire, effectively blocking all of White Mitchell's Sword Qi.

White Mitchell took several quick steps, his figure as swift as lightning, and he suddenly disappeared from Turner's view.

Turner scowled, just as he prepared to locate White Mitchell, suddenly a gust of Sword Qi pounced, making him dodge instinctively to the side, only to find that White Mitchell's Sword Qi was lingering like a shadow, sticking tightly to him.

“Insolence!” Turner roared, he stepped out with a mysterious footwork, his figure ghostly shifting, evading White Mitchell's Sword Qi.

White Mitchell furrowed his brows, a glint of caution flashed in his eyes. It seemed that Turner was not some simple Demon Beast, his strength surpassed his expectations by a sizeable margin.

In the midst of their exchange, the entire battlefield turned into a chaos, Sword Qi, flames, and palm force interwoven, erupting dazzling brilliance. Trees around were destroyed by the swirling Qi, leaving deep cracks on the ground.

The exchanges of White Mitchell and Turner were filled with profound oddities and intricacies. They engaged in fierce offense and defense in mid-air. White Mitchell turned into a bird, dancing gracefully, the Sword Qi in the air was elusive, at times coalescing as a mountain, at times dispersing like a fog. Turner, on the other hand, turned himself into flames, instantly covering the entire battlefield, leaving White Mitchell nowhere to hide.

White Mitchell felt the aura on his body growing heavier and heavier, he knew that he couldn't afford to delay any longer. He drew in a deep breath, gathered all his energy, his eyes igniting with an unwavering glow.

With a thought in his heart, his Sword Qi became more ferocious, like a streak of lightning cutting across the sky, heading straight for where Turner was.

Turner sensed the intensification of White Mitchell's power, his eyebrows slightly wrinkling. He knew he couldn't continue to be passively defensive, otherwise, he might be forced into a tight corner by White Mitchell.

His body suddenly erupted with a blaze of strong flames, the flames turned into a scorching fire dragon, aggressively pouncing at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's face subtly changed, but he did not retreat. He swung his Sword Qi fiercely, the sword light dazzling, akin to shimmering stars. The sword light collided with the fire dragon, and in an instant, the fire dragon dissipated completely.

A look of surprise flashed in Turner's eyes. He had not expected White Mitchell to be so powerful. He snorted coldly, his fingers pointing one after the other, a volley of fireballs shot out, launching a dense assault at White Mitchell.

With a thought, White Mitchell's aura surged dramatically. His entire body was enveloped in Sword Qi, like the descent of a Sword God, projecting a powerful oppressive force of Sword Qi.

Leaping forward, he darted through the gaps of the fireballs like a flash of lightning. Each evasion was like a precise calculation, without any hesitation or error.

Mason Turner, upon seeing this, felt a sinking feeling in his heart. His attacks were effortlessly dodged by White Mitchell, which filled him with a sense of both rage and helplessness.

“White Mitchell, wait for me!” Mason Turner howled with gritted teeth. He gathered his entire strength again, with flames burning fiercely, transforming into a barrage of fireballs aimed mercilessly at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's eyes were determined, and with a light yell, his body instantly soared into the sky. The sword in his hand transformed into a streak of sword light, cutting across the sky, and headed directly towards Mason Turner.

The sword light collided with the fireballs in mid-air, erupting a dazzling light. The fireballs were dispersed by the sword light, yet the sword light continued to approach Mason Turner.

Mason Turner's eyes turned cold. He knew if this continued, he would be at a disadvantage. With a wave of his hand, a massive fire dragon was created and it headed for the sword light.

The sword light and fire dragon intertwined, with the shockwave of the collision continually spreading, tearing apart the land around them.

White Mitchell felt an immense pressure, understanding that if he continued, he might not be able to dodge this attack. He made a snap decision and leaped towards the direction of Mason Turner.

Mason Turner looked surprisingly at White Mitchell's actions; he did not expect White Mitchell would choose to directly counter his attack–an incredibly dangerous and risky move.

As the distance between the two lessened, White Mitchell's eyes flashed with resolve, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The sword in his hand once again condensed to form a blazing sword light, transforming into a bolt of thunder, heading straight towards Mason Turner.

Mason Turner's face instantly became serious. He felt the terrifying power contained within the sword light. He knew if he were to be hit, he would surely suffer a fatal blow.

With gritted teeth, his body's flames flared again. With a swipe of his hand, a colossal fire screen appeared in front of him, completely blocking the sword light.

The collision of sword light and fire screen caused a deafening explosion, with the energy waves spreading in all directions, turning the surrounding trees into ashes.

The dust settled, revealing White Mitchell and Mason Turner standing in their original locations, their bodies full of injuries, with traces of blood seeping through their robes.

The two stared at each other, their standoff as tense as the drawing of swords. They both knew that the next blow would decide the outcome.

The battlefield atmosphere became extremely tense, with onlooking spectators all holding their breath in anticipation. Their hearts were all filled with expectation for the duel.

White Mitchell's Sword Qi instantly solidified, forming a giant sword. Holding the giant sword, his sword Light intertwined, forming a sea of swords.

Mason Turner felt the surge of White Mitchell's aura and his wariness ascended once again. His hand burst into flames again, transforming into a fire dragon that encircled his body.

The sea of swords clashed with the fire dragon, the noise of the collision deafening. Energy waves spread out, enveloping the entire battlefield.

The duel between the two had reached a fever pitch, with both of them giving their all, they couldn't afford to be sluggish. Each attack contained their full strength–each a fatal strike.

White Mitchell's gaze was steadfast, and the Sword Light became brighter. His giant sword moved continuously, and the Sword Light interwove into a beautiful scene, like dazzling stars, penetrating the dark night.

Mason Turner's flames grew even fiercer, the fiery dragon rampaging like a demon beast, exuding destructive power.

The figures of the two intertwined on the battlefield, akin to two streaks of lightning, emanating dazzling light. Their moves were ever-changing, and each attack was incredibly lethal.

The battle went on for dozens of rounds, the onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath and watch. They could see that White Mitchell and Mason Turner had both reached their limits and couldn't continue their offense.

Determination flashed in White's eyes, he knew this was his last chance. Taking a deep breath, his body instantaneously leaped into the air, concentrating all his power in his gaze.

The sword glow from his hand turned exceptionally sharp, the radiant sword light gleaming. He swung his enormous sword, the sword light burst forth with dazzling brightness, reminiscent of thunder tearing through the sky.

Mason Turner felt the imposing aura emitted by White, his heart sank. He also realized that this strike would determine the victor.

His body's flames burned again, transforming into a massive dragon that stood before him. The dragon's roar was deafening, the flames spread like a waterfall.

The sword glow and fire dragon collided vehemently in the air, resulting in a colossal explosion. The energy fluctuation spread out, engulfing the entire battlefield.

The surrounding trees were destroyed by the intense qi, sand and rocks went flying, and the wind howled. White's swordsmanship was exceedingly exquisite, each stroke filled with his full strength and determination. Amid the collision of his sword and the fire dragon, the flames were instantly shorn apart, transforming into sparks dissipating in the air.

Mason Turner's face was solemn, he raised his weapon, the knife light flickered, intertwining with the glow from White's sword. Their figures crisscrossed in the mid-air, each collision making the entire battlefield tremble.

The onlookers were dumbstruck, all in awe of their skills. White showed no sign of retreat, attacking like a wild horse running free, fully exerting his power. Meanwhile, Mason Turner was calm and composed, effortlessly neutralizing each attack.

As time gradually elapsed, White could feel his strength dwindling. He knew that he needed to decide the outcome quickly, or else Mason Turner would seize the opportunity to counterattack.

He quickly withdrew his sword, his figure flashed, instantly vanishing from Mason Turner's sight. Mason Turner immediately sensed danger, but in the next instant, he was enveloped by a chilling sensation.

White suddenly appeared behind Mason Turner, his sword light shining, aimed at Mason Turner's back. His attempt to dodge was too late. With urgency, he stimulated the totality of his power, a shield of invisible energy protecting him.

White's sword merely grazed the surface of Mason Turner's body, creating a small wound. Mason Turner only felt a stabbing pain but didn't suffer any fatal injuries.

He quickly turned around, wielding his knife with both hands, blocking White's sword attack. Once again, they were locked in fierce combat.

The sword glow and the knife light crisscrossed, flickering unpredictably. Utilizing his experience and strength, Mason Turner continuously neutralized White's offensive and looked for opportunities to counterattack. He was well aware, his opponent wasn't to be underestimated, no room for any carelessness.

His knife style remained steady, the blade's cold light flickered, solidifying a portion of the space. Meanwhile, White's swordsmanship was agile and sharp; the sword light danced like a dragon in the clouds.

The clash of sword and knife echoed throughout the field, stirring up waves of airflow. The spectators were full of awe, whether cultivators or common folk, all captivated by this fierce duel.

Mason Turner took a deep breath, his body suddenly lunged forward, the blade aimed at White's throat. White instantly sensed the impending danger, instantly adjusting his swordsmanship to its maximum, dodging Mason Turner's lethal strike like a shadow.

Mason Turner halted, his face full of seriousness. The power of White was beyond his expectations, and he knew he needed to give it his all to win this tough battle.

Their figures danced amidst the choreography of the sword and knife, their speed was so fast it was hard to follow. At times they chased each other, and at others, they crisscrossed paths. The brilliance of the sword and knife intertwined, unrolling like a magnificent painting.

Mason Turner's body emanated a faint golden aura, a force burst from within him, exploding like a might of a thousand pound. His knifework became fierce and fast, slicing the void and leaving behind deep scars where it passed.

White Mitchell's face slightly changed, he felt the pressure exerted by Mason Turner. He tightened his grip on his sword, dodging every strike from Mason Turner with agility, while simultaneously counterattacking continuously.

The situation on the field began to tilt, the spectators could see that Mason Turner was single handedly combatting the pressure. After several skillful deflections, he found himself unable to compete with White Mitchell. He howled to the sky, his inner strength once again erupting, stimulating all his strength in hopes of overturning the situation with a fatal hit.

His body suddenly became a flash of light, sword light shot past his side, he dodged White Mitchell's attack. At the same time, his knife plunged deeply into White Mitchell's side.

White Mitchell grunted; his body was shaky, but he did not fall. He grasped the hilt tightly, using momentum to retreat backwards. Mason Turner pursued closely, unwilling to leave even a moment of respite.

“What else do you have left, White Mitchell?” Mason Turner demanded coldly. “Do you think you can win?”

White Mitchell's lips curled into a cold smirk. He appeared no longer to care about his injuries. His entire body exuded a strong sword Qi, and the power of the sword condensed in his hand. He locked eyes with Mason Turner, declaring coldly, “I have one more trump card, you better be careful.”

As soon as his words fell, White Mitchell's body suddenly turned into a bright sword light, fiercely pouncing towards Mason Turner. The sword light was as fast as lightning, the speed was unbelievable.

Mason Turner felt suffocated, he hastily raised his knife, forcing his inner strength in hope of holding off the attack. However, White Mitchell's sword light was like a storm, heavily chopping down, and the knife light instantly collapsed.

Mason Turner quickly stepped backward, avoiding White Mitchell's sword light. He watched the scene before him, feeling a pang of shock in his heart. White Mitchell's sword was more powerful than he had imagined.

“Indeed not simple.” Mason Turner's face was grave, his gaze fixed on White Mitchell. He knew that he cannot get hit by White Mitchell's sword light again, or else he would definitely be critically injured.

A stroke of inspiration flashed through Mason Turner's mind, he put forth all his strength, his body instantly became agile. Holding the long knife, he danced left and right, creating a churning blade flower, blocking all of White Mitchell's sword light.

Seeing this, White Mitchell let out a cold laugh, his swordsmanship becoming even more severe. His figure was unpredictable, suddenly appearing behind Mason Turner and stabbing his backlight vital spot.

Mason Turner's eyes widened, sensing the imminent danger, he turned around in a panic, his long knife fiercely swung out and blocked White Mitchell's sword.

The sword clashed with the knife, making a gigantic crash. Their bodies, like colliding mountains, were thrown backwards simultaneously.

White Mitchell steadied his stance, a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, a trace of a fearsome sneer appeared on his face. He murmured softly to himself: “Indeed worthy of being a descendant of the Turner family, possessing such a strong power.”

Mason Turner also managed to stabilize his stance, feeling his inner strength drain severely. He knew that he must not allow White Mitchell to continue executing the unparalleled skills.

Mason Turner dashed towards White Mitchell relentlessly, a determined glint flashed in his eyes. He knew he had to use all his might for even the slightest chance of victory.

Their shadows interweaved in the air, the sword and knife transformed into dazzling light, tearing the surrounding air apart. Their figures resembled heaven gods, radiating a power that made the hearts tremble.

Interweaving sword light and knife brightness emitted a series of ear-piercing screeches. Their moves were unpredictable, and every strike was just right without any room for leniency.

Mason Turner's entire body seemed to be trembling, as he felt his inner strength getting weaker. He knew he must find a way to deal with White Mitchell quickly.

An idea suddenly struck in his heart, and he executed a unique godly maneuver. He swiftly appeared in front of White Mitchell like a strong wind, his knife light flashed and brutally hacked towards White Mitchell's neck.

A hint of surprise flashed across White Mitchell's eyes, he swiftly retreated, avoiding Mason Turner's attack. However, Mason didn't stop, his figure flickered, and his sword chases after.

White Mitchell felt the pressure increasing, he calmed down, employing his own swordsmanship. His Sword Qi was continuous, blocking Mason's assault like raindrops.

The pair sparred, each move a lethal blow. Their swords clashed producing sparks, illuminating the whole arena as if in daylight.

“Indeed, he's formidable.” White Mitchell took a deep breath, knowing his abilities were evenly matched with Mason's. If this continued, it would only result in both of them being worn out.

Mason too felt White Mitchell's strength, he knew he needed to find a way to shift the tide of the battle.

His gaze solidified, suddenly slowing down his attack speed, enacting a sword technique that seemed slow but was extraordinarily unpredictable.

A thought streaked across White Mitchell's mind as he detected Mason's transition, he rapidly responded. However, Mason's swordplay seemed to be possessed by a magical power, and White Mitchell wasn't able to completely capture his maneuver.

A wave of intense pain attacked White Mitchell's body, he felt his arm being pierced by a sword. Beneath the sliced skin and the muscle, blood dripped down the blade.

White Mitchell appeared pale, he knew he was seriously injured. However, at this moment, he didn't have any intention of backing down. Instead, a crazy smile emerged at the corner of his mouth.

He waved the sword in his hand, roaring in a low voice,”Another round!”

A touch of solemnity flickered in Mason's eyes, understanding that this sword strike would determine victory or defeat. His long sword danced non-stop, turning into a streak of sword light, rushing straight at White Mitchell.

The swords of the two collided once again, causing a loud noise. Their bodies trembled at the same time, their Inner Strength rapidly draining. This strike would decide who had the upper hand.

A moment later, swords separated, and they both retreated at the same time. Their bodies wobbling, looking completely drained of strength.

Looking at each other, a touch of determination was evident in their eyes. They understood that the battle hadn't ended, and the outcome hadn't been decided. Only the final blow would determine the winner.

Hence, they launched their attacks again. The interweaving of swords was like an unprecedented showdown. Their sword and blade techniques had reached their apex, bringing out their utmost vigor.

The Sword Qi and sword shadow intertwined, emitting a dazzling light. White Mitchell's movements were fluid like the wind, like an invisible specter, swiftly weaving through Mason's swordplay, turning peril into safety with each attack, and dodging the lethal strikes.

However, Mason was not disheartened, his blade was fierce and precise, filled with killing intent with each slash. He constantly closed in on White Mitchell, trying to force him into a corner.

White Mitchell felt the danger closing in, he knew if it continued like this, he would undoubtedly be defeated. He decided to launch his final, deadly move.

He spread his arms wide, inhaling deeply, his entire being like a bomb about to explode. A violent Qi Force burst out, distorting the surrounding air.

“Break*Soul*One*Sword!” White Mitchell roared, his sword was like a white lightning that splits the sky. Boundless Sword Qi converged at one point, forming an invisible Sword Qi, slicing towards Mason.

A hint of subtle surprise flashed in Mason's eyes, yet he didn't stop in his tracks. His figure flickered, easily dodging this fatal strike.

White Mitchell was not disheartened, nor did he give up. He knew, even though his previous strike didn't hit Mason, but the deadly skill he used had exhausted all his energy.

Mason Turner looked at White Mitchell's exhausted state, feeling a twinge of sympathy in his heart. He knew he had won. However, this battle was not fought for victory, both of them fought to uphold their beliefs, to seek the true answers within their hearts.

“White Mitchell, you are brave and resolute, but you cannot go on.” Mason Turner's voice held a hint of regret.

White Mitchell abruptly raised his head, a glint of determination within his eyes, “I will not lose to you!”

He gripped his sword with both hands, his body once again erupting with a tremendous energy. This time, he no longer had the strength to evade Mason Turner's attacks. He could only face it head-on, putting life and death aside.

Mason Turner let out a low growl, his sword techniques becoming even more fierce. He knew, this strike would be the final confrontation. The victor would truly become a hero.

Two figures crossed paths like lightning, their swords and blades becoming bolts of electricity that tore through the night sky. Their moves got faster and more fierce. They were no longer people, but embodiments of the sword and blade.

Explosions echoed relentlessly, sparks flying all around. The wounds on White Mitchell's body opened once again, his white clothes stained with his blood. Yet, he continued his assault without fear.

A determination shone in his eyes, as if an eternal star shining the path forward.

Mason Turner, despite his exceptional swordsmanship, felt an unprecedented pressure. White Mitchell's desperate counterattack brought him a danger he had never faced before. He had to use his full strength, or he might risk losing his life.

He dodged left and right, using his agile movement techniques to evade White Mitchell's relentless strikes. Nonetheless, White Mitchell's sword transformed into a ray of light, striking Mason Turner's protective True Qi, sending sparks flying.

Mason Turner couldn't help but be stunned, a trace of surprise passing over him. However, in the blink of an eye, the fighting spirit in his eyes intensified. He understood that now was not the time for retreat, but to fight with everything he had.

The blade in his hand danced like the wind, stirring waves of blade winds. The sharp edges struck like a venomous serpent, aiming for White Mitchell. Each strike was incredibly sharp, containing the power to destroy everything in its path.

White Mitchell felt the impending crisis of life and death. His body had reached its limits, yet he stood his ground. He swung his sword, turning into a whirlwind of white, hoping to withstand Mason Turner's fierce momentum.

The intense sounds of collision reverberated in the air, their attacks and defenses intertwined, like two mountains colliding. Their figures darted rapidly, like twin shooting stars slicing through the night sky, too fast to capture.

As time ticked away, White Mitchell felt the weakness of his body. However, the flames in his eyes continued to burn. He knew that in this battle, there was no room for retreat. He could only stake his life in search of the true answer within his heart.

Mason Turner too sensed White Mitchell's determination, and his own unstoppable momentum. A glimmer of respect flashed in his eyes. He understood that this battle was about more than just victory. No matter who won, they would both become true heroes in each other's hearts.

Suddenly, White Mitchell let out an angry roar, his sword movements sped up drastically. His figure moved like a phantom, his sword strikes became even more lethal. The sword light drew beautiful arcs in the night sky, like falling stars.

Mason Turner felt the sudden increase in White Mitchell's momentum and a thought of retreat sprung up in his mind. However, White Mitchell didn't give him any opportunity. His sword turned into a flash of white lightning, piercing through Mason Turner's protective True Qi in an instant.

Mason Turner's facial expression changed dramatically, involuntarily taking a few steps backward. His eyes widened in disbelief. He had always believed himself to be invincible, but now he was defeated by White Mitchell.

White Mitchell also felt tired, his teeth gritted in exertion, but he could no longer hold on. His knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground.

Mason Turner smiled slightly, walking over to White Mitchell. He used his own sleeve to wipe the sweat off White Mitchell's forehead. He knew that this battle had exhausted White Mitchell physically and mentally, but he had also grown a lot.

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