King's Awakening Chapter 806

Chapter 806: Chapter 806: Saint Zhou Zhiyuan

“Saint, Zhou Zhiyuan!”

White Mitchell's face turned pale rapidly.

This was a sign of nearing the brink of a breakthrough. If he failed to break through, tragically, White Mitchell would probably die from self-detonation.

Thinking about this, White Mitchell, stubbornly resisting the discomfort of his body, risked venturing into the life of the next Saint.

Thin clouds floated in the sky, and sunlight streamed through the clouds, sprinkling on a small village nestled amongst green hills and clear waters. This village was called Taip Village, a picturesque place. A boy named White Mitchell lived there.

White Mitchell was an orphan in the village, known as White because he always wore a white robe. Despite his poverty, he was kind-hearted and willing to help others. Every day, he voluntarily helped the elderly with their heavy farm work. The villagers loved him, deeming him a good child.

However, one day, while White Mitchell was helping an old man plow, he was unexpectedly met with a nightmare-like catastrophe. A flash flood swept away everything in his life. White Mitchell watched helplessly as his home was torn away and his relatives were swept away. He was heartbroken, feeling desperate.

At that moment, a deafening roar echoed from the sky. White Mitchell looked up and saw a bolt of lightning descend from the heavens, striking right in front of him. Instantaneously, he was swept away by the lightning and passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar place. He looked around and found himself in a vast cave. The cave was dimly lit, with strange stone walls all around. He struggled to stand up, unsure of where he had ended up.

Soon, White Mitchell stepped out of the cave only to find himself in an abandoned mountain cave. Not far away was a narrow path. He made up his mind to follow the path, hoping to find his way back home.

After days and nights of travel, White Mitchell finally arrived in a city. Seeing the bustling crowds and tall buildings, he fell into deep thought. He found this world vastly different from the world he was familiar with. The people's clothing, architecture, and manners were significantly different from his hometown.

White Mitchell decided to seek out an elder to ask about his whereabouts and the situation of this strange world. He quickly found an old man named Elder Matthew, one of the city's elders. Seeing White Mitchell's bewildered expression, the old man guessed that he might be a stranger.

White Mitchell told Elder Matthew about his experiences and his desire to find his family. After hearing this, Elder Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, considerately saying, “Brother White, finding your family won't be easy. This world differs greatly from the hometown you described; you might not belong in this world.”

White Mitchell silently listened, a hint of unease brewing in his heart. He recalled the scenes from the village and the villagers' smiles, a surge of longing for his family welling up within him. He was determined to find his family no matter what.

To find his family, White Mitchell decided to embark on the path of cultivation and enhance his own strength. He asked Elder Matthew about cultivation methods and learned that the road to immortality was long and hard. He needed to cultivate his mind and body, master Immortal Techniques and martial arts to survive in this world.

Under Elder Matthew's guidance, White Mitchell began his cultivation journey. He practiced from dawn until dusk, absorbing the power of the stars, enhancing his own energy. Little by little, he gradually mastered some basic Immortal Techniques, able to conjure magnificent storms and lightning.

However, the path of cultivation was not all smooth sailing. White Mitchell constantly faced setbacks and difficulties during his cultivation, often falling into confusion and fatigue. But he firmly believed that as long as he did not give up and persevered, he could reach his goal.

After years of cultivation, White Mitchell's strength was gradually enhanced to become an outstanding cultivator. He had changed greatly from before, with black hair, a brow that revealed an essence of Immortality. He donned a majestic Immortal Robe, and his hand now held a clear, crystal sword.

To find his family, White Mitchell embarked on a wandering journey. He crossed mountains, traversed rivers, traveled everywhere, hoping to find traces leading to his family.

However, after years of hard searching, he had not achieved any results. White Mitchell began to feel frustrated, feeling that he would never find his family. On one occasion, he encountered an elder from the cultivation world named Calvin. Calvin was a strong cultivator with superior martial arts skills.

After meeting White Mitchell, Calvin expressed great admiration for him. He believed White Mitchell had a rare cultivation talent and his strength was becoming increasingly outstanding. He told White Mitchell a legend about fate, saying only by overcoming the test of heaven could one find their long-lost family.

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell immediately became resolute. He was determined to defy fate and find his family.

To find his loved ones, White Mitchell accepted Calvin's guidance and embarked on a journey of rebirth through fire. He had to overcome a series of trials, conquer his inner fears and doubts.

White Mitchell entered a mysterious Trial Ground, filled with formidable Demon Beasts and demons. In relentless bouts, he continuously grew, surpassing his own limits. He learned various martial arts, unleashing infinite power.

In the final test, White Mitchell faced his deepest fear. He underwent a spiritual baptism, finally understanding that what he truly sought were the warm embraces of his family and their boundless love. He overcame his fear and obtained a special power, thus uncovering clues leading him home.

Following these clues, White Mitchell finally found his long-lost family. In an ancient cave, he met his loved ones again. They had grown old but still harbored deep affection for him. They embraced each other, tears welling up, their hearts filled with joy.

However, at that moment, a calamity befell them – a monstrous figure barged into the cave, attempting to take away White Mitchell's family. Without any hesitation, White Mitchell confronted the monster, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The battle was incredibly challenging, with the monster being incredibly powerful.

With his transcendent martial arts and eerie dark magic, the monster appeared invincible. He conjured beams of Dark Energy, each one capable of tearing the fabric of space, launching them towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell stood fearless against the danger. He transformed into a gleam of golden light, nimbly dodging the attacking beams. Brandishing his Divine Sword, the Sword Aura shone brightly, slashing irresistibly towards the monster. Yet, the monster somehow conjured a black barrier, deflecting all of White Mitchell's attacks.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can stop me? You are too naive!” the monster sneered.

White Mitchell's heart tightened, he knew that this monster wasn't a mere demon, but belonged to the wicked Frost Dragon Tribe. This powerful and ferocious tribe possessed Frost Power, capable of encasing anything in ice. White Mitchell understood that defeating this monster was no easy task.

With resolve, he lifted his sword again, charging towards the monster. This time, he unleashed his mightiest slash. A golden Sword Aura cut through the air, forcefully cutting towards the monster. The monster's face changed, but he retaliated without flinching, releasing a blackened frost energy to collide with the Sword Aura.

The Sword Aura and frost power exploded, causing a huge booming sound. The cave filled with frost and dust, and the powerful shockwave pushed White Mitchell back several steps. The monster's dark gaze fixed on him, revealing a sneering smile: “White Mitchell, you are such a laughable man, thinking you can defeat me.”

White Mitchell's face tensed, he took a deep breath, and his body emanated an unparalleled power. With a flash, like lightning, he charged towards the monster. This time, his Sword Aura was even more dazzling, as if shaking the surrounding air.

“Take this!” bellowed White Mitchell, his sword vibrated violently, the Sword Aura converged into a gigantic golden Sword Dragon. The Sword Dragon opened its big mouth, letting out a deafening roar, diving towards the monster.

The monster's eyes narrowed, he showed no sign of retreating, instead raising his hand fearlessly. His hand quickly froze at an alarming speed, transforming into a massive icy claw. He swung his ice claw in succession, blocking all the Sword Dragon's attacks.

The battle grew more intense, both exchanged blows around the cave, causing an earth-shattering momentum. Loud booms echoed within the cave, mud and stones flew, sparks scattered in every direction.

White Mitchell used every ounce of his skill, constantly consolidating various Swordsmanship and moving techniques, engaging the monster in a deadly struggle. His sword pierced towards the monster like lightning, but every strike was blocked by the monster's harsh ice claw.

The monster's Dark Energy surged continuously, the air around him condensed into frost, blocking White Mitchell's assaults. White Mitchell calmed down, he started adjusting his breathing and rhythm, harnessing energy. He knew that only by formulating a stronger attack could he defeat the monster.

Once again, he charged towards the monster, his sword became countless Sword Shadows, forming a shield-like defense. He constantly changed angles and pace, trying to find the monster's weak point. The monster sneered and a surge of black frost energy emerged from him, forming a massive ice wall, completely isolating White Mitchell.

Surrounding the ice wall, the temperature dropped sharply, making it chillingly cold. White Mitchell felt his blood congealing, his Sword Aura weakened significantly. But he didn't give up, he knew that as long as he had a chance, he could turn defeat into victory.

He slowly raised his sword, murmuring an incantation in his heart. The sword tip suddenly erupted with intense golden light, golden dragon patterns surfaced on the blade, and the Runes on the sword started to shine.

The demon furrowed his brows, feeling a strong power continuously accumulating, causing the surrounding chill to start melting. He instantly realized that White Mitchell was preparing for a fatal strike.

At this moment, White Mitchell leaped up, soaring above the ice wall. He raised his sword high, pointing it at the demon. The atmosphere within the cave suddenly stilled, as a tremendous power burst from the sword.

Instantly, the entire cave was bathed in golden light, too dazzling to open one's eyes. The explosive sound was ear-splitting, even more shocking than the previous battle sounds. When the golden light faded completely, the ice wall in the cave had been destroyed thoroughly, leaving frost and debris everywhere.

White Mitchell stood in his place, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his forehead. He knew the substantial effort he had invested just barely defeated one of the demon's moves.

The demon walked out of the ice wall's ruins, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his demeanor cold. Although he appeared unscathed, White Mitchell knew he had suffered a severe blow.

“White Mitchell, you're still not strong enough, I'm just getting started!” The demon gritted his teeth and declared.

White Mitchell remained silent, once again conjuring the Golden Sword Dragon, escalating the battle against the demon. The two bounced around the cave, sparks and frost filling the air.

Each of their encounters seemed capable of tearing the entire cave apart. Countless sword lights interwoven with dark energy, discharging earth-shattering power. Each of their moves was as steady as Mount Tai, their offense and defense resembling an exquisite dance.

For a moment, the cave space was entirely consumed by their battle scene, with sword light and dark energy intertwined, clashing with a piercing sound. White Mitchell was ruthless, each of his moves accurately aiming for the demon's weak points, aiming for a lethal blow.

However, the demon was no weaker. He transformed into a devil, dark energy swarming around his body, making his attacks exceptionally terrifying. He ferociously swung his ice claw, instantly tearing White Mitchell's sword light apart, nearly forcing him to retreat.

A sense of heaviness struck White Mitchell's heart. He knew he couldn't continue like this, he needed a breakthrough. He adjusted his breathing once again, clenched his teeth silently, and focused all his strength.

Just then, a golden light flashed. White Mitchell's sword transformed into a golden dragon. With a dragon roar, it emanated a grand breath from his hand. The sword light shimmered, and the Sword Dragon slithered, emanating a strong golden light.

The demon's face slightly changed. He felt the pressure contained in the Sword Dragon and realized that White Mitchell finally revealed his actual strength. He dared not neglect, resisted White Mitchell's fierce attacks with all his might.

Under the guidance of the Golden Sword Dragon, White Mitchell's swordsmanship grew sharper. Each strike targeted the demon's weaknesses, pushing him into a corner, almost unable to fight back. The sword light transformed into countless shadows, as if moving throughout the intersection of time and space, making it impossible for the demon to capture his figure.

But the demon was no pushover. He exhibited a completely different power than before. The dark energy became even more raging, the surrounding chill grew thicker, practically freezing everything. He let out a strange roar, causing the frost in the cave to burst into a radius of ten meters of an icy sea.

White Mitchell was trapped within this icy sea. He felt the temperature around him plummet, and the cold air forcefully invaded his body. He resisted the chill as much as he could, but obviously, his sword light weakened considerably.

He continuously swung his sword, trying to break the icy sea's encirclement. However, the icy sea was like a cage, firmly locking him within. White Mitchell noticed the growing pressure on himself. He knew he needed a breakthrough; else, he would genuinely be defeated by the demon.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, circulated his Inner Strength and concentrated all his strength into his sword. He slowly lifted the sword, all his strength focused. He silently chanted a spell. A golden dragon appeared on the sword, the blade began to glow.

The demon's expression flickered, he could feel a powerful force accumulating in White Mitchell. A sense of caution arose in his heart, aware that he was about to face White Mitchell's fatal strike.

At this moment, White Mitchell jumped abruptly, flying above the icy sea. He held his sword high, aiming for the demon. The atmosphere in the cave seemed to freeze, and the chill surrounding White Mitchell started to melt.

In the demon's eyes flickered a trace of arrogance, the corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile, insinuating he was not afraid of White Mitchell. He didn't hide his arrogance, and dark energy surged from his body, forming a massive ice wall, completely blocking White Mitchell's attack.

The appearance of the ice wall drastically dropped the temperature inside the cave, scattering cold air, chilling to the bone. White Mitchell felt his blood congealed, and his sword's radiance weakened considerably. He was trapped in the middle of it, but he did not give up, for he believed that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he could turn the tide.

He slowly lifted the sword in his hand, muttering a spell in his heart. Suddenly, a strong golden light burst forth from the tip of the sword, a golden dragon pattern appeared on the blade, and the runes on the sword began to emit dazzling light.

The demon frowned, sensing that White Mitchell was about to deliver a deadly blow. His body stiffened, ready to tackle White Mitchell's strike at any time.

White Mitchell's eyes were firm, gathering his Inner Strength to its maximum, his body shimmering in golden light. Without hesitation, he tightened his grip on the hilt, exerting his strongest power, forging it into an unparalleled Sword Qi.

Finally, pouring all his strength, White Mitchell swung his sword high, the tip pointing directly at the demon. In an instant, the entire cave became a sea of golden light, too dazzling for the eyes. Explosions echoed through the valley, and the intensity of the golden light was incredible. The golden aura overflowed within the cave, a spectacular sight.

When the golden light gradually dispersed, the ice wall had been utterly demolished by White Mitchell's Sword Qi, leaving the surroundings littered with frost and debris. White Mitchell stood on the spot, his chest heaving, perspiration trickling down his forehead. He knew that he had paid a significant effort to just barely overcome the demon's one move.

However, he had no time to rest, for the demon was not defeated by his strike and was glaring at him with eyes full of rage and resentment.

With a roar, the demon began to gather Dark Energy again, preparing to launch an even fiercer attack. His body was instantly engulfed in darkness, transforming into a massive dark beast, its dark, furry wings flapping in the cold wind.

A tightness gripped White Mitchell's heart, knowing that a more challenging battle laid ahead. He gripped the hilt tightly, his movements swift as electricity, ready to face the demon's onslaught.

The demon's strike was unstoppable, a Dark Giant Hand swiftly slammed towards White Mitchell, bringing with it a great gust and the tearing force of Dark Energy.

White Mitchell instantly reacted, drawing his sword like a flash of lightning, the sword aura swept horizontally, repelling the Dark Giant Hand completely. Yet what followed was an even fiercer attack.

The demon was relentless, launching one attack after another, his Dark Energy was becoming increasingly powerful, with astonishing recovery speed. White Mitchell was forced to stay alert at all times, fully responding to every attack from the demon.

The sound of the sword's aura colliding with the Dark Energy became increasingly shrill, their forces clashed in the air, sparks flying, like fire spreading. Although White Mitchell had been lashing out with all his strength, he felt that his power had reached its limit, his sword's aura started to show signs of fatigue.

Seeing White Mitchell's exhaustion, a faint smile crept onto the demon's face as if he had seized an opportunity. He gathered Dark Energy, forming a black long knife in his hand, the blade exceptionally sharp.

The demon slashed towards White Mitchell with his knife, its speed almost beyond the human reaction limit. White Mitchell suddenly felt a lethal crisis, he lifted his sword, attempting to parry the demon's attack.

However, the demon's power prevailed, his black long knife smashed White Mitchell's sword aura directly, the sword shattered, Mitchell was knocked back by the tremendous force, falling awkwardly onto the ground.

The demon showed no mercy and walked towards White Mitchell, seemingly filled with delight of victory. He sneered, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Mitchell.

However, at the most critical moment, a white light suddenly erupted from within White Mitchell's body. The white light filled the entire cave, beautiful and mysterious, as if divine soldiers descended from the sky.

White Mitchell struggled to get up, feeling a potent force surging out from within his body, a sensation of incomparable power filled his vicinity.

The demon's face slightly changed, feeling the pressure emanating from White Mitchell. After a moment of silence, he began to gather Dark Energy again, ready to launch another attack.

Just as the dark beast was preparing to release another attack, White Mitchell suddenly felt his entire body merging with an endless energy. His eyes instantly became exceptionally bright.

White Mitchell boldly took a step forward, his body radiated a strong golden light. A magical power surged within him, a sensation of being in harmony with nature sprung up within him.

The monster recoiled at the sight, a disbelief registering across its face. It could sense the oppressive force emanating from White Mitchell, even harboring some fear.

White Mitchell lifted his head, his eyes shining like lightning. The divine glow enveloping him grew brighter as he slowly swung his blade, a divine sword of unparalleled sharpness.

The monster showed a hint of solemnity in its eyes, knowing that the next moment would be crucial to its survival. The dark beast launched another attack, but White Mitchell blocked it with ease.

The sword's radiance slashed through the body of the dark beast like a comet, producing a grating noise. The monster let out a painful roar as the enormous dark beast slowly dissipated.

Without any pause, White Mitchell continued his fierce attack. Each stroke of his sword echoed like the sound of heaven, carrying an infinite force. The dark beast was hit hard time and again, and the monster's mournful screams echoed throughout the cave.

Sensing the threat to its life, the monster roared and turned into a black ray, attempting to escape. White Mitchell gave it no chance and followed like a bolt of lightning.

During the chase, White Mitchell's speed increased. His figure was almost like a golden bolt of lightning, catching up with the monster in an instant. The monster, terrified by White Mitchell's rapid pursuit, lost its usual cunning and continued to flee in panic.

White Mitchell sneered, the divine sword in his hand exuding an incredibly powerful Sword Qi, and swung it at the monster. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the air was torn apart, producing a piercing noise.

The monster quickly dodged, but it was no match for White Mitchell. The Sword Qi barely scraped past its body. The monster screamed in pain and began to lose blood from various wounds, its strength slowly fading.

Witnessing this, a sense of victorious joy surged in White Mitchell's heart. He knew the monster was teetering on the brink of life and death. He swung his sword again, unleashing the Nine Turn Sword Qi, aimed at the body of the monster.

The monster roared in pain as its body was pierced by the Sword Qi, blood spattering all around. It fell to the ground, its face full of unimaginable fear and agony.

Looking at the fallen monster, White Mitchell showed a cold, merciless demeanor. He took a deep breath, returned his sword to its scabbard, and softly said, “Today will spell the end of all your wicked deeds.”

Finishing his words, he instantly leaped into the air and landed beside the monster, his fierce sword Qi transforming into a golden light, thrusting downwards. At that moment, White Mitchell's Swordsmanship reached its peak, unimaginably swift and ferocious.

But just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared, stepping between White Mitchell and the monster. He instantly halted his attack seeing the dark figure, his face becoming grave.

It was a mysterious figure clad in a black robe, his face hidden under a black veil, his true features concealed. He held a black spear in his hand and looked at White Mitchell indifferently.

“Who are you?” White Mitchell asked in a low tone, vigilance flickering in his eyes.

The mysterious figure gave no response, but simply raised his spear, thrusting at White Mitchell. For a moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, leaving only the two of them.

White Mitchell's heart tightened, realizing that the mysterious figure was no ordinary opponent. He swiftly dodged the spear thrust, then quickly counterattacked with his sword.

The clash between the sword and the spear echoed deafeningly, the air seemingly frozen. Both exerted their full strength, entangled in a fierce melee, with sparks flying from the contact of their weapons.

White Mitchell realized that this mysterious figure was incredibly powerful, each attack was loaded with a lethal intent. He continuously dodged and counterattacked, but soon felt his strength falling short.

The mysterious figure sneered, a taunting flicker in his eyes. His attacks grew more and more ferocious, forcing White Mitchell on the defensive, gradually wearing him down.

Sweat had already dripped from White Mitchell's forehead. The situation didn't seem good. He took a deep breath, channeling all his strength to launch a final counter-attack with his sword.

The movement of his sword was as quick as lightning, radiating like spring water. The momentum was fierce and brought a bone-chilling cold as he thrust towards the mystery character. The mystery man sneered coldly, evading White Mitchell's attack and then initiated another attack.

As the battle raged on, White Mitchell started to feel overpowered. The mystery character was stronger than he had imagined. Each of his attacks seemed to strike at White Mitchell's weaknesses, driving him to the brink of defeat.

But White Mitchell showed no sign of retreat. He was determined to fight till the end. His ethereal eyes shone with a steadfast glimmer, which made the mystery man somewhat doubtful.

All of a sudden, White Mitchell pivoted, unexpectedly diverting the mystery man's fatal blow. As he counterattacked, a sword light flashed, like a thunderbolt zigzagging, speeding towards the mystery man.

The mystery character felt the forceful Sword Qi. To his surprise, he raised his arm in an attempt to block White Mitchell's attack. However, in the fleeting moment, the stance of White Mitchell's impending sword move changed once again. Initially straightforward like a cannonball, it now bent abruptly, bypassing the mystery man's defense.

The mystery man's pupils contracted. He quickly retracted his arm, trying to dodge White Mitchell's attack. But White Mitchell's Sword Qi seemed to have a mind of its own, shadowing every single movement of the mystery man as if possessing the rebounding quality of Like a Shadow. It transformed into one halo after another in mid-air, each under White Mitchell's Sword Intent's control, chasing the mystery man like a living being.

The mystery man felt a pressure he had never experienced before. He held his breath and tried his best to dodge. His movement technique was dazzling, with steps as smooth as flowing clouds and water, sometimes fierce like the wind, sometimes supple like water. He managed to dodge White Mitchell's several lethal strikes in succession.

White Mitchell slightly furrowed his brows. He hadn't anticipated such agile moves from the mysterious man, making his strength nothing to scoff at. He calmed himself down and started analyzing his opponent's weaknesses in his mind.

Meanwhile, the mystery man planned a surprise move. He abruptly turned around and dashed towards White Mitchell. The lightning-fast movement was combined with a sword in his hand, whipping like a storm. White Mitchell calmly avoided the mystery man's attacks, studying every movement of his agonizingly closely.

After a series of constant attacks, White Mitchell found the mystery man's weakness. His eyes filled with crafty delight and he launched a furious counterattack. His sword moves were like a violent storm, and his onslaught resembled torrential river waves rushing forward.

The mystery character felt White Mitchell's change. His expression subtly changed, realizing he was now in a dangerous situation. He tried his best to resist White Mitchell's strikes, but found his strength diminishing. Under the fierce sword Qi, his sword was almost unable to withstand, and the mystery man was gradually cornered.

Seeing this, White Mitchell was even more resolute. He showed no mercy while attacking the mysterious character, every strike packing destructive power. The mysterious character began to feel the call of death. Recognizing his impending defeat, his eyes flashed a hint of regret.

Just as White Mitchell was about to claim victory, the mysterious character launched a final frenzied counterattack. He lunged at White Mitchell like a fierce tiger, carrying astonishing strength.

White Mitchell's pupils shrunk as he felt the intense energy bursting from the mystery man. He knew he couldn't underestimate his opponent and couldn't afford any complacency.

Just as the mystery man was about to close in on White Mitchell, he abruptly pulled out a blade from his waist. The move was so swift that it gave him no time to counter. He swung it hard, aiming directly at White Mitchell's heart.

White Mitchell's eyes hardened. He somehow managed to stabilize his stance, his hands swiftly manipulating his sword to deflect the weapon, reducing it to a shadow. His sword moves were incessant, jabbing at the mystery man's vulnerable points.

The two warriors' onslaught was furious. Sword lights intertwined, the silhouettes of swords creating beautiful arcs in mid-air. The surrounding air seemed to be chopped by Sword Qi, filling the place with piercing whistles.

White Mitchell's footwork was agile and swift, sometimes leaping high and sometimes cleverly dodging. His gaze was sharp and his eyes never left the mystery character, looking for a chance to strike.

The mysterious character gave a hideous grin, as if he had seen through White Mitchell's intention, deliberately dodged the Sword Qi, pouncing from Mitchell's back.

White Mitchell's body turned swiftly by intuition, holding the hilt with his left hand while the right hand jab back. A cold Sword Qi flashed out, aiming right at the mystery man's throat.

The mystery man's pupils contracted, hurriedly shifted his body to dodge White Mitchell's attack, but the Sword Qi left a deep scar on his cheek.

Blood gushed out from the cheek of the mysterious figure in an instant, like a crimson river. His face immediately contorted and turned vicious, a roar resonating throughout the space.

Upon seeing this, White Mitchell felt a stir in his heart and immediately intensified his attack. Relying on his keen insight, he continually found the weaknesses of the mysterious figure, each attack striking the critical points accurately.

The mysterious figure was forced to retreat consecutively, his counterattacks gradually losing their potency, leaving him with only dodging at high speed relying on his movement techniques. He gave his all, attempting to turn the situation around, but was ultimately unable to change the tide of defeat.

The combat between the two escalated continuously, their actions increasingly swift and ferocious, the sound of their weapons clashing against each other incessant. White Mitchell, utilizing his precise swordsmanship and agile movement techniques, launched relentless attacks, forcing the mysterious figure to keep retreating.

The mysterious figure gradually felt the pressure, knowing that time was running out for him. He clenched his teeth, adjusted his breathing and rhythm, strived to find an opportunity to reverse the situation.

Suddenly, White Mitchell thrust his sword out, the speed so fast that the mysterious figure found it hard to react in time. He hastily dodged, however, the tip of White Mitchell's sword still left a wound on his left arm. Wincing in pain, a hint of ruthlessness filled the eyes of the mysterious figure.

He lifted his blade, glared at White Mitchell with rage, determined to eliminate him. Suddenly, he jumped back, making use of the rebound force from the wall to pounce at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell instantly felt a surge of powerful force bearing down on him. Without hesitation, he swiftly dodged, but still failed to block the vicious attack from the mysterious figure. The blade ruthlessly grazed across White Mitchell's waist, leaving a wound where fresh blood was gushing out.

White Mitchell clenched his teeth, not stopping his attacks. He knew that at this point, only by fighting with all his might could he have a sliver of a chance to survive.

The glow of the sword cut through the void, sparks flew, and the confrontation between the two became increasingly intense. Every clash brought about endless sparks and collision of energy.

The mysterious figure clenched his teeth, his inner strength seemed to become even more powerful as he lunged forward once again. White Mitchell's heart tightened up, he instantly adjusted his tactics, no longer passively defending but proactively attacking instead.

As the sword and blade collided, an endless determination was apparent in White Mitchell's eyes. His onslaught of sword strikes, like a surging dragon, pushed the mysterious figure back several steps.

The mysterious figure felt his blood churning, anger and unwillingness filled his heart. He launched another fierce strike in a bid to reverse his defeat.

White Mitchell responded calmly, skillfully dodging every attack while releasing even more potent Sword Qi. His swordsmanship was as sharp as a blade, ruthlessly dismantling the mysterious figure's attacks.

As time ticked away, White Mitchell gradually gained the upper hand, while the mysterious figure's offensive noticeably weakened. He felt his stamina had been greatly depleted, his strength no longer as fierce as it had been at the beginning.

White Mitchell noticed the mysterious figure's fatigue and knew that the time to finish him off had arrived. Without hesitation, he brandished his sword and lunged forward, the fierceness of his Sword Aura as ferocious as a whirlwind.

The mysterious figure tried his best to dodge, but was powerless to resist White Mitchell's fierce attack. His body was swiftly grazed by the sword, his clothes instantly stained red with blood.

The mysterious figure clenched his teeth, desperately resisting White Mitchell's sword momentum. Despite being heavily wounded, he didn't give up, instead launching an even more frenzied attack.

White Mitchell, feeling the mysterious figure's tenacity, had a thought in his heart. He knew his opponent was not just anyone. He adjusted his strategy calmly, while remaining alert.

The sword and blade collided again, sparks flying everywhere. Their bodies were gradually covered in wounds, fresh blood staining their battle robes. But their fighting spirit didn't weaken, in fact, it burned even brighter.

A glimmer of determination flashed in White Mitchell's eyes, he took a deep breath, his body shaking violently. Suddenly, his sword momentum became even more ferocious, the Sword Qi assaulting like a raging storm.

The mysterious figure felt that White Mitchell's strength had increased instantly, he knew that he couldn't afford to make any mistake at this moment. He decided to go all out, not showing any sign of weakness.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense, with the surrounding air as though on the verge of solidification. Both men's swordsmanship and movement techniques had reached the peak, each attack echoing with a resounding boom and shaking the earth.

Suddenly, White Mitchell swung his sword, the blade emanating a scintillating beam of light. The beam streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, aimed straight at the mysterious figure.

The mysterious man's eyes flashed a look of horror. He hastily raised his own scimitar to meet the beam. The beam and the blade's light collided violently, producing a tremendous roar.

The beam and the blade's light intertwined to form a massive vortex of energy. The figures of the two men blurred amidst the surge of energy.

In the blink of an eye, the energy vortex exploded, releasing an endless wave of impact. The massive energy disturbance tore the surrounding space apart, shaking heaven and earth.

Both White Mitchell and the mysterious figure were forced back several steps by the shock wave, their inner strength roiling. They raised their heads almost simultaneously, disbelief evident in their eyes.

Amid the erupting energy disturbance, the beam of light and the light of the blade had both vanished without a trace.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew exceptionally solemn as both men fell momentarily silent. They both realized that this fight was far from over.

White Mitchell gazed at the mysterious figure, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Even though he realized that his opponent was extraordinarily powerful, he showed no signs of backing down.

The mysterious person's gaze was resolute and indifferent. He once again swung the blade in his hand, preparing to launch another attack. “Since you are so persistent, let's settle the score,” he said coldly.

White Mitchell nodded and sprang towards the mysterious figure. They re-engaged in a fierce fight, their figures intertwining on the battlefield. Their movements were as quick and elusive as ghosts.

The sounds of their blades clashing were incessant, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce and ruthless. The battlefield was constantly erupting with waves of energy, shaking the entire mountain range.

As the seconds ticked by, both White Mitchell and the mysterious figure found themselves exhausted. Their wounds multiplied and blood flowed like a fountain. Yet, neither of them gave up, their determination to fight growing stronger.

Finally, White Mitchell saw an opportunity. The mysterious man swung his blade, missing his target, leaving a slight vulnerability. White Mitchell's eyes lit up, seizing this opportunity, he launched a fierce attack.

His sword aura was swift and fierce, aiming for the mysterious man's vitals. The mysterious man desperately defended, but White Mitchell's attack grew more and more fierce. His blade was as fast as lightning and his sword Qi like the wind, forcing the mysterious man into a constant retreat.

Finally, White Mitchell's blade slashed through the mysterious man's chest, causing blood to spurt forth. The mysterious man's body trembled involuntarily, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

He slowly fell to the ground, lying motionless. White Mitchell stood beside him, his eyes filled with solemnity. He knew that although he had defeated his opponent, the fight was not yet over.

The traces of their battle lay scattered across the battlefield, both their bodies were heavily wounded. They looked at each other calmly, their eyes filled with mutual respect.

“Your swordsmanship is remarkable, you truly live up to your reputation, White Mitchell,” the mysterious figure said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he smiled slightly.

White Mitchell nodded, his eyes deep and profound, “Your strength is extraordinary too. You let me witness what real swordsmanship is.”

Both figures gradually disappeared from the battlefield, left behind them was the wreckage and traces of their fight. This battle would surely never be forgotten and passed down from mouth to mouth, becoming a legendary tale.

Chapter end