King's Awakening Chapter 809

Chapter 809: Chapter 809: Saint Luke Janell

“Saint, Luke Janell!”

If there were outsiders here, they would certainly find that at this moment, White Mitchell's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood.

However, this was the pain that must be endured before the breakthrough.

It was precisely because of his current extraordinariness that it further underscored how important this breakthrough was to him.

He must not give up!

He absolutely can't give up!

White Mitchell bit his tongue fiercely, and the intense pain rejuvenated his spirit with a bit of clarity.

Following that, White Mitchell moved directly into the life of the next Saint.

In the Immortal Sword Mountains, towering peaks stood up. White Mitchell, dressed in a snow-like white robe, was standing by the railing, looking in the distance. She was a descendant of the Sword Immortal Mitchell Family, had learned family swordsmanship from young, but always pursued the way of immortals, cherishing aspiration of being a fairy knight.

This day, White Mitchell arrived at the Sword Tomb, in search of the rumored lost Immortal Sword. The north wind howled, dark clouds gathered, and the Tomb was filled with a bleak aura. White sighed deeply, thinking: “Perhaps this is just a legend. The Immortal Sword may not be here anymore.”

Right at this moment, a loud noise broke the tranquility of the deep mountains. White Mitchell followed the sound and saw a boy, as majestic as the Heaven God, gracefully holding a radiant Immortal Sword in his hand. The boy had sword-like eyebrows and stars in his eyes, as warm and gentle as jade. He was Aaron, the peerless genius from the Immortal Sword Sect.

“White Mitchell, I heard you are looking for the Immortal Sword. This 'Sword of Clouds' will fulfill your wish.” Aaron smiled fully, filled with confidence in his tone.

White Mitchell was overjoyed, full of respect for this young boy. She took the Sword of Clouds, felt the infinite power contained in the body of the sword, and was filled with passion deep in her heart. She was determined to practice with this Immortal Sword to the extreme and become a prominent Sword Immortal.

White Mitchell decided to leave the Sword Tomb and embark on the path of cultivation. She would traverse mountains and rivers, pointing her sword to the sky. From then on, the world would witness the rise of a Sword Immortal.

White Mitchell was walking on the snowy mountain road, practicing her Sword Dao undeterred, constantly challenging martial arts masters everywhere, and continuously perfecting her swordsmanship. Each battle allowed her to sense the supreme realm of the Sword Dao, and each victory made her name known in the World of Martial.

The once-in-century martial arts conference was about to arrive, and the five great Sword Immortals, famous throughout the Nine States, gathered together. White Mitchell decided to participate in this conference to compete with these worldly heroes.

At the martial arts conference, White Mitchell showcased her thrilling Sword Dance. Her swordsmanship was like a meteor sweeping across the sky, as fast as lightning, with complex and intricate sword movements that dazzled the eyes. No one could stop her, and the spectators were amazed.

After becoming a Sword Immortal, White Mitchell started a journey to explore higher realms of the immortal path. She came to the most mysterious place in the fairyland —- the God Ruins to search for a mysterious book that's been passed down from the Mitchell Family.

In the God Ruins, she met a refined woman named Dusha Liliya. Dusha Liliya was a fairy in the fairyland, who had practiced the ancient Dragon God's skills, possessing great strength.

The two admired each other, decided to become sworn sisters, and pledged to cultivate the way of immortals together, becoming each other's most reliable support.

To obtain the secret book from the Mitchell family, White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya entered the Trial Ground in the God Ruins. Just as they were about to succeed, a powerful aura rushed towards them. It turned out that people had been stationed in the Trial Ground for a long time.

A group of ferocious demons suddenly appeared ahead, threatening the safety of the God Ruins. White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya confronted them without hesitation to protect the God Ruins from damage.

As the battle began, White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya displayed their shocking power. White Mitchell waved the treasure sword in her hand, its light twinkling like stars, slashing towards the demons in an unstoppable manner. Dusha Liliya controlled the power of the dragon, transforming into a giant dragon, her tail dancing wildly, wreaking havoc among the demons.

Yet, from the team of demons, a tall man suddenly emerged who radiated a dark aura, his eyes filled with scorn and arrogance. The man was none other than the leader of the dark forces–Axel.

Axel laughed coldly, looking disdainfully at White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya, a mock smile played on his lips. “You two youngsters, dare to stop me from plundering the God Ruins? You're absolutely overestimating yourselves!” he arrogantly declared.

White Mitchell firmly gripped the sword hilt, his eyes determined and resolute. “Axel, we will never let your damn dark forces succeed!”

Dusha Liliya also clenched her teeth, determination and anger blazing in her eyes. “Yes! No matter how powerful the dark forces are, they can't shake our faith and justice! We are the Guardians of the God Ruins, we won't let you wantonly trample over them!”

Their words, like thunder, exploded in the air, shaking the entire Trial Ground. White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya's firm belief solidified the surrounding atmosphere as if time itself had stopped.

A trace of displeasure and anger flashed across Axel's face, but he quickly recovered his arrogant smile. “Good, good, good! Since you insist on obstructing me, let me personally teach you two foolish Guardians a lesson!”

Axel's movements were eerie, fast as a ghost as he approached White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya. Suddenly, a Dark Sword appeared in his hand, its blade as black as the night, containing a strong dark energy.

White Mitchell stared intently at Axel, feeling an unprecedented pressure. This pressure not only came from Axel's powerful strength but also from his own inner tension. He knew that the victory of this battle would affect the fate of the God Ruins and the lives and happiness of countless people.

Dusha Liliya felt White Mitchell's tension; she lightly patted White Mitchell's shoulder, signaling him to relax. “Don't be afraid; we can beat him!”

White Mitchell nodded, took a deep breath, lifted his sword, and prepared to fight. He knew that this battle would be a fight to the death. They had to go all out, without the slightest hesitation.

The battle began.

Axel rushed towards White Mitchell like a bolt of lightning, sword light flickering, his speed too quick to catch. White Mitchell's eyes turned cold as he swiftly swung his sword, a rainbow of Sword Intent to counter Axel's attack.

The blade clashed with the Dark Sword, a terrifying power burst instantly, and the air filled with the pungent smell of sulfur. White Mitchell felt a huge shock, but he clenched his teeth, stabilized his footing, and resisted Axel's attack with all his might.

Dusha Liliya, transformed into a giant dragon, also engaged in fierce battle with other demons. The dragon's tail swung, repelling a demon, then the dragon's claws swung, sending another demon flying. “Demons, why don't you flee, fight to the end!” Dusha Liliya roared, her dragon wings spread, charging towards more demons.

Axel's attacks gradually intensified, and White Mitchell felt increasingly suppressed. He was anxious, knowing that time was running out. Seeing Axel's moves getting sharper, White Mitchell tried his best to dodge but still got several wounds.

Dusha Liliya also began to struggle in the intense battle against the demons. She continuously changed her fighting style, sometimes attacking as a diving dragon, sometimes using dragon fire, but the number of demons was too many, and she also started to feel the strain.

Seeing White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya in a tight spot, Axel laughed triumphantly. “How does it feel? Do you feel desperate? Your God Ruins will become a part of the dark forces, and you will become my prisoners!”

His voice, like a mocking demon, gradually extinguished the last hope in White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya's hearts. However, seeing that everything seemed to have lost significance, White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya straightened their backs with the last of their strength.

“We will never surrender to you! Even if we die, we will protect the God Ruins!” White Mitchell said resolutely through gritted teeth.

Dusha Liliya also roared, her eyes flashing with unyielding light. “Even if we die in battle, we will not let the dark forces win! We will fight for the God Ruins until our last breath!”

Their words spread throughout the battlefield, seeming to awaken the slumbering divine beings. A powerful light flashed, and a great energy surged from both White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya.

Both of them let out a deafening shout, filled with tenacity and determination. The demons facing this powerful force were overwhelmed with dread.

White Mitchell's face turned serious, his sword radiating a brilliant light. He used all his strength, his Sword Intent flowing majestically with every move, his sword light dancing like a constellation, enveloping Axel. Dusha Liliya, transformed into a giant dragon, with an unstoppable force, knocked down the demons.

Axel's expression gradually became serious, he felt the enormous pressure erupting from White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya. He knew what he was facing was more than just two ordinary Guardians, but the power of the God Ruins.

The battle entered a fiercely intense phase. White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya transformed into invincible warriors, wielding splendid sword light and flames, unrestrainedly slaughtering the demons.

Swords and blades intersected, dragon claws tumbled, within a chaotic battle scene, the figures of White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya were like a tempestuous storm, invincible. Their shadows shuttled across the battlefield, like two whirlwinds, smashing the demons into defeated troops.

Axel's expression became increasingly serious. He could never defeat White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya, but was instead pushed into the disadvantage. He roared angrily, the Dark Sword emitted even more terrifying Dark Energy, and the sword light became even more frenzied.

White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya sensed Axel's desperate determination, they too knew, this was the final battle.

“White Mitchell, Dusha Liliya!” White Mitchell cried out, hinting Dusha Liliya with a look.

Dusha Liliya understood White Mitchell's intention, she nodded her head, the two of them started to work together seamlessly.

White Mitchell took a step forward, launched the Starshift Technique, quickly approached Axel. At the same time, Dusha Liliya spread out her enormous dragon wings, flying high, suppressed Axel with a horizontal attacking posture.

Axel was brought into an extremely passive state by the assault of White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya. He desperately defended, but was never able to counteract the onslaught from both of them. The sword light and dragon claws constantly collided, making a deafening sound, the aftershock of the battle kept spreading.

Suddenly, White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya launched their ultimate move simultaneously.

The gemstone sword in White Mitchell's hand emitted a dazzling light. He pooled all his strength, a strike of “Starry Sky Sword Dance” targeted Axel. The sword light slashed across the air like a shooting star, bringing along a chilly wind, targeting directly at Axel's chest.

Meanwhile, Dusha Liliya's form transformed into a torrent of dragon flames, she opened her mouth wide, spewing out a cluster of incomparably intense dragon fire. This cluster of flame contained Dusha Liliya's entire strength, carrying the power of destruction, ruthlessly bombarded Axel.

Axel sensed the threat of death, a surprised look appeared on his face. He abruptly took a few steps back, gritting his teeth, forcefully resisted the assault from White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya.

However, his effort was ultimately in vain.

White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya's ultimate techniques hit Axel, erupting an unimaginable strength. A dazzling ray of light flashed across the battlefield, and then spread, covering the entire God Ruins.

Axel felt a wave of intense pain from his body, almost collapsing on the ground. Despite his maximum resistance, his strength was still far from enough to confront the combined assault from White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya.

“Damn it!” Axel cursed under his breath, but didn't give up. He gathered his last ounce of strength, took to the air at his fastest speed, attempting to avoid the upcoming second wave of attack.

However, the reaction speed of White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya was equally impressive. The two of them almost simultaneously pursued, accurately targeting Axel's figure.

Mitchell formed hand signs, his body suddenly turned into a massive storm, spinning and shooting towards Axel. Dusha Liliya cast a mysteriously strange spell, a powerful dark energy instantly spread, forming a giant python, biting towards Axel.

Axel faced these two powerful attacks, and could no longer dodge. He knew he could only defend with all his might, or else he would surely die.

He pushed his Inner Strength to the limit, turning it into an invisible shield of True Qi, forcefully blocking the storm and dark energy. Axel felt his Inner Strength being severely drained, but he didn't have time to care, because he knew there was a fatal attack coming from behind.

In an instant, White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya had caught up with Axel. Mitchell held a long sword in his hand, the momentum of the sword brisk and fierce, thrusting straight towards Axel's vitals. Meanwhile, Dusha Liliya opened her mouth and yelled, a blade of ice appeared out of thin air, aiming at Axel's chest.

Axel did not dare to be negligent, bright golden light radiated from his entire body. His expression was resolute, his heart like a iron stone, a hard as gold defense known as the Golden Body Domain suddenly emerged and became even more solid, like an indestructible bell made of gold.

The longsword thrust towards his golden body, making a sharp metallic impact sound. The blade of icy coldness also crashed onto his golden body, causing a flurry of ice shards to shatter. White Mitchell and Dusha Liliya weren't really able to injure Axel, and both of them looked at him with somewhat astonished expressions.

Seizing the opportunity, Axel quickly withdrew his Golden Body Domain, transforming his figure into a streak of light as he rushed toward White Mitchell.

White Mitchell showed no fear, gripping the handle of his sword tightly and exuding his full strength, maximizing the power of his sword. His swordsmanship was exceptionally fierce, the light of the sword intensifying to the point where it seemed capable of cutting through everything.

Seeing this, Axel revealed a trace of seriousness in his eyes. He knew that this attack was extremely fierce and if he couldn't effectively respond, he would be plunged into an extremely disadvantageous situation.

But Axel also didn't retreat easily. He drew his sword for a counterattack, a powerful Sword Qi surged straight up to meet White Mitchell's sword-light. The collision of two powerful forces in the air ignited countless sparks and ripples of Sword Qi.

Axel concentrated all his strength on the sword in his hand, and his sword momentum became even more fierce. Like a raging dragon soaring, the tip of his sword seemed to be able to tear through the void, brutally pulverizing White Mitchell's attack.

White Mitchell's eyes turned cold as he sensed the terrifying force emanating from Axel. He controlled his swordsmanship, mustering his full strength for a defense. However, Axel's sword momentum was like a storm, continuously unleashing dozens of Sword Radiance, an unstoppable force.

White Mitchell only felt a powerful Sword Qi rushing towards him with unstoppable momentum. When he saw that he was unable to block it, he had no choice but to exert his full strength, concentrating all his power on his sword, emitting a startling sword light.

The collision of two powerful forces again took place, the sword-light crisscrossed, the air twisted, and space trembled. The intense sword momentum quickly dissipated, causing White Mitchell to retreat a few steps, his face revealing an expression of disbelief.

Seizing this opportunity, Axel moved as fast as lightning, rapidly closing the distance between himself and White Mitchell. His sword light flickered as he aimed a thrust towards White Mitchell's vital points. White Mitchell swiftly blocked with his sword, and simultaneously, a wheel-like pattern emerged under his feet, forming a layer of transparent protection.

Axel's sword momentum impacted on the protection, making a harsh metallic impact sound. White Mitchell felt a strong force transmitted, causing the longsword in his hand to vibrate and give off cracking noises, nearly slipping from his hand. Axel's sword momentum was exceedingly sharp, even with the interference of the protection, it still pushed White Mitchell back step by step.

Seeing his opportunity, Axel pursued relentlessly. Each of his attacks was like an unstoppable spear thrust, his swordsmanship extremely ferocious. White Mitchell was unable to dodge in time, and could only barely block, continuously retreating.

Seeing this, a glint of cold light flashed across Dusha Liliya's eyes as she displayed her unique ability, suddenly blending her body with the surrounding cold air. Her form kept changing, with no fixed shape, like a flexible snake twisting and turning unpredictably.

Axel felt Dusha Liliya's fluctuation of energy, his brow slightly furrowed. He knew that Dusha Liliya was an uncommon opponent, her abilities far surpassing humans were well-versed in using bizarre poison skills and the shape-shifting skill. Now, she had turned into an evil snake, coiling in the air, attacking him with her sharp poisonous fangs.

Axel did not dare to underestimate her, he emitted a powerful wave of True Qi throughout his body, forming an invisible shield around him. He prepared himself for battle against Dusha Liliya.

Dusha Liliya's poisonous fangs suddenly darted towards Axel's neck. Axel quickly dodged, but was still scratched by the fangs, creating a shallow wound. Venom permeated the area around the wound, causing Axel to feel a rush of intense pain.

Axel's heart tightened, he immediately stimulated the boundless True Qi within his body, forcing the toxin out. At the same time, he directed a sword light towards Dusha Liliya.

Dusha Liliya's eyes turned cold as she dodged and then vanished from sight eerily. Axel was startled, immediately becoming alert and looking everywhere for Dusha Liliya's figure.

Suddenly, a wave of coldness struck, Axel instinctively dodged sideways. Dusha Liliya's arm streaked past, leaving behind a chilling trail of cold air.

Axel felt a wave of coldness on his arm, quickly exerting his True Qi to resist the cold air's erosion. Only then did he realize that Dusha Liliya had used her shape-shifting skill to conceal her figure and launched another attack.

He heightened his vigilance, his gaze fixed on his surroundings. He didn't want to be caught off guard by another surprise attack from Dusha Liliya.

Meanwhile, White Mitchell launched an attack suddenly. His sword momentum, like thunder, was as intense as a violent storm, pushing Axel to the edge in the blink of an eye.

White Mitchell's longsword swished through the air, sword light flashing like electricity. Each thrust was aimed at a vital point, making it hard for Axel to discern the true and false moves of the sword momentum.

Axel could only rely on his sharp perception, teetering on the edge of life and death. He struggled desperately, with a flick of his fingers creating a Void Air Field to protect himself tightly.

White Mitchell saw Axel still standing unyieldingly, a hint of anger flashed across his face. The sword in his hand surged in power, reaching a peak in its momentum. He emplyed a deadly strike.

Axel quickly adjusted his breathing, concentratedly handling the incoming attack with no room for negligence. In his mind, he repeated to himself: “the sword may be sharp, but it also needs someone to wield it. As long as I find a way to break White Mitchell's sword momentum, I can fight back.”

Axel's thoughts whirled quickly as he recalled previous encounters with White Mitchell. He noticed that despite the ferocity of White Mitchell's sword momentum, he left a tiny gap each time he executed an attack.

His eyes focused on the hilt of White Mitchell's sword. There was a strange gemstone embedded in it, and Axel suspected this gemstone was connected to the sword's momentum.

Deciding in an instant, Axel unsheathed his sword decisively. He gathered strength throughout his body, his sword exploded with a dazzling light, aiming to disillusion White Mitchell's momentum.

White Mitchell sensed Axel's determination and power. He smiled subtly, making his sword's momentum even sharper, intending to crush Axel.

The clash of momentum glimmered like stars in the air. The clear sound of metal striking filled the air, a swordy scent enveloping them. Their figures interweaving through the air like lightning, painting a magnificent picture with intertwining sword light and sword Qi.

As time went by, Axel gradually found a way to break White Mitchell's sword momentum. His eyes flickered, and his sword's momentum abruptly became exceptionally fierce, with the tip flashing with an awe-inspiring light. He accurately located the weak point in White Mitchell's momentum.

Axel's sword strike was as swift as lightning, precisely targeting the weak point in White Mitchell's momentum. White Mitchell's eyes widened in shock as he realized the precariousness of his situation and hastily executed his swordsmanship, trying to block Axel's attack.

However, Axel's sword momentum was furiously wild, much to his surprise, White Mitchell could not ward off and was forced to retreat again and again.

Axel's eyes were heavy with focus. He pursued relentlessly, his sword momentum growing fiercer. White Mitchell seemed to have fallen into a sea of swords, constant suffocating pressure surging towards him.

White Mitchell felt his strength waning. Knowing he couldn't hold on for much longer, his gaze darkened. He decided to muster the last bit of his strength and deliver his most powerful strike.

The longsword in his hand couldn't stop trembling. His sword momentum increasingly fierce, like a massive storm surrounding him. He let out a rageful roar as he charged forth at lightning speed, turning into a gust of wind.

Axel felt White Mitchell's energy reach its peak, which made his heart slightly tense. However, he remained cool-headed, constantly inspiring firm determination in his mind. He knew he had to face this mighty force to truly defeat White Mitchell.

His body exuded an aura of arrogance. Holding the sharp sword, his sword momentum twisted. The clash of his and White Mitchell's power felt like two relentless tides ready for a deathmatch.

Their swords glimmered fiercely, their momentum majestic, and both their powers were at their peak. Every strike could make the heaven and the earth change colors, each sword slash had the power to annihilate the world.

The surrounding airflow had become violently chaotic, and the wind howled. The entire battlefield seemed to have ignited, flames everywhere filled with an intense battle atmosphere.

Axel and White Mitchell's sword momentum intertwined, an overpowering aura permeated the air. Their power grew even more formidable, the surrounding air filled with a suffocating pressure.

“Kill!” Axel's voice was low but murderous intent gleamed in his eyes. His plunging sword gave off a light akin to a storm, unstoppable.

White Mitchell let out a roar, the long sword in his hand became even more ferocious, as he swung it down fiercely.

The sword's fierce momentum was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, it seemed to rip the air apart. The collision of these two massive forces resulted in a deafening explosion.

The entire battlefield was immersed in terrifying brutality. The dance of swords and shadows were everywhere, sparks flew, and blood dyed the land.

Countless sword intents intertwined together, painting a brilliant scene. This was a battle of life and death, where both Axel and White Mitchell gave their all with no room for retreat.

As each second passed, the situation on the battlefield grew more intense. Axel's clothes were torn by the sword momentum, wounds broke out on his skin, and the fire-like True Qi forced him to continuously activate his Inner Strength, fending off attacks from the outside.

White Mitchell was also having a difficult time, with increasing wounds on his body and weakening sword momentum, but his eyes grew more ruthless, and his will even more firm.

The battle entered the white-hot stage, with the atmosphere stretched to its breaking point. Both had entered a state of extreme focus, all their thoughts concentrated on the battle, without the slightest slack.

Axel gritted his teeth and surged forth his power like a tide. He took the final step once again. He abruptly raised his sword momentum, his sword light sharp as a blade, seemingly wanting to rise into the sky. Seeing this, White Mitchell knew he could no longer delay; he also put his all into the fight.

Swords clashed, and the space instantly collapsed. A huge wave of energy engulfed the entire battlefield.

Onlookers a hundred meters away were amazed at the scene, unable to imagine these two young men's combat strength could be so formidable. They couldn't help but sigh, this is a battle of historical magnitude that will become a classic.

Axel made full use of his swordsmanship, his sword momentum as agile as a spirit snake, seemingly able to manipulate space at will. His movements became even sharper, shimmering with countless afterimages.

White Mitchell was also exceptionally excited, feeling the power of the Sword Dao, as if he had reached a certain realm. His sword momentum grew more intense, as if a Physical God had descended, oppressing the world.

Their sword momentum intertwined, sword lights crisscrossing in the battlefield. They could feel each other's power, determination, as if the entire battlefield only contained them.

There was unwavering determination in Axel's eyes, the confidence and fighting spirit in his heart erupting, he knew as long as he persevered, victory would belong to him.

On the other hand, White Mitchell's eyes sparkled with persistent will. He knew he must go all out to win this fight.

The battle reached its most intense moment, sword light filled the entire battlefield, Sword Intent burst in the sky with dazzling brilliance. Each clash carried a power that could annihilate everything; every attack demonstrated their absolute power.

In the sky above the battlefield, Axel and White Mitchell's figures twined together; their sword momentum was like two streaks of light, transforming instantaneously into a sea of swords. Their bodies moved swiftly through the sky, too fast to track.

The entire battlefield was engulfed in an atmosphere of intense combat, the air saturated with the harsh smell of gunpowder. With each parry of swords, the metallic clash vibrated across the battlefield.

Axel and White Mitchell's momentum grew fiercer, their sword momentum increasingly intense. Their fighting spirits burned with self-abandonment, making their all-out effort to decide the outcome with the greatest force.

Eventually, a sword cry cut through the battlefield. Axel's sword momentum finally broke White Mitchell's, his sharp sword light directly swept past White Mitchell's sword defense.

White Mitchell was taken aback, looking incredulously at Axel's sword momentum. A massive force surged like a flood, sweeping him up in its current.

White Mitchell's entire body was in pain, as if an invisible force was pulling him. He swayed, unable to steady his body for a moment. Axel, however, did not pause, attacking viciously like a whirlwind with his fierce sword light aiming straight at White Mitchell, his sword momentum like a rainbow, the attack unstoppable, as if to churn White Mitchell into a pulp.

White Mitchell was pushed to the limit, but a sense of unwillingness arose in his heart. He had never thought that he would lose to Axel. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with firm determination and his body erupted with powerful momentum again. He met Axel's sword light head-on, his figure flashed like electricity, his sword light and Axel's clashed fiercely in mid-air, ringing out with the screeching sound of metal against metal. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was as if he had divine assistance, he managed to steady his figure, blocking all of Axel's attacks.

Surprise flashed in Axel's eyes. White Mitchell was stronger than he had imagined, making him feel challenged and excited. The two continuously engaged in the battlefield, sparking countless lights between swords, the sword Qi sweeping around, the sound of the fighting was deafening, the battlefield had become a total chaos.

White Mitchell remained calm in the face of danger, using his steady swordsmanship against Axel's fierce attacks. His sword momentum rolled over like a flood dragon, each move filled with power and precision. His movements were extremely flexible, moving around like flowing water on the battlefield, making rush attacks from every direction.

Axel was not to be outdone, showcasing the essence of his sword-drawn momentum, his swordsmanship was like a storm in the desert, wild and intense. He chased White Mitchell's figure, his swordsmanship getting more ruthless, and each sword strike was filled with his intense momentum.

The battle had already entered the white-hot stage, sword moves intertwining, with bursts of sword momentum as startling as the dawn of heaven and earth, its power astonishing. The sound of the earth shaking kept echoing from the battlefield, and the power of their fight had destroyed everything in the vicinity.

Suddenly, a thought passed through White Mitchell's mind. He felt the aura emanating from Axel's body, it didn't seem like his opponent. His eyes focused, his sword momentum instantly became sharper, he swung his sword, the sword light rushed to the sky, shining like a bright thunderstrike.

Upon seeing this, Axel's face slightly changed as the power of this sword had surpassed his imagination. He hastily marshaled all the strength he had, colliding head-on with White Mitchell's sword momentum.

Boom, boom, boom…

A strong tremor spread across the entire battlefield, taking the fighting atmosphere to its peak. The sword momentum bloomed into magnificent, dazzling fireworks.

Axel was pushed back several steps by White Mitchell's power, while White Mitchell managed to steady himself. It appeared he had managed to resist Axel's strike. A surge of joy welled up in his heart; he had finally found Axel's weakness.

White Mitchell sheathed his sword and turned around, his hands forming a seal. A powerful aura circulated from his body. He whispered, “Heaven and Earth Return to One, The Ultimate Swordsmanship!”

As his voice fell, it seemed as if time froze, leaving only him standing on the battlefield. His figure gradually distorted in the space, as if to evolve into a brand new mysterious world.

Axel sensed an overwhelming pressure, a force he had never felt before, that left him suffocating. He tried desperately to circulate all the strength in his body, attempting to resist this invisible pressure, but to no avail. He was completely immobilized, unable to move at all.

A slight sneer flashed across White Mitchell's eyes. His longsword, exuding a formidable momentum, slashed towards Axel.

Axel's face turned pale. He could feel the aura of destruction emanating from White Mitchell's sword. He put up a desperate resistance, yet he still could not withstand White Mitchell's sword momentum.

With no other option, Axel decided to abandon defense momentarily and switch to offense. He knew that only a strong offensive could possibly shift the situation in his favor.

Axel's inner strength surged, his dual swords crisscrossing in the air, producing a series of radiant trails. His swordsmanship was ruthless and swift. Despite being suppressed by White Mitchell, he remained unafraid.

Upon seeing Axel change his tactics, a flicker of confusion crossed White Mitchell's eyes. Although his swordsmanship, with its perceptiveness and sharpness, had once reigned supreme, he felt a hint of danger when facing a competitor like Axel.

The speed of their exchange was too fast for the naked eye to catch. The surrounding air was torn by sword Qi, emitting a hissing sound. The onlookers stared in shock, fully aware that this duel would determine everything.

Time ticked away. Axel's every attack overflowed with power and determination, yet he still couldn't break through White Mitchell's Sword Array. White Mitchell's sword momentum was near perfect, each of his moves dissolved Axel's attacks.

A sense of urgency welled up in Axel's heart. He realized he had to change his tactics. He began to subtly adjust the angle and power of his sword techniques, hoping to find a weak spot in White Mitchell's Sword Array.

Finally, he found a loophole. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was swift and aggressive, but it adhered to a fixed pattern. Once the loophole was found, he could seize the opportunity.

Axel quickly increased the strength of his attack, stabbing ruthlessly at that weak spot. White Mitchell's eyes narrowed when he sensed the impending danger, and he immediately adjusted his swordsmanship to defend.

However, Axel's sword momentum was as swift as a storm, leaving White Mitchell with no room to breathe. A sword light penetrated swiftly into White Mitchell's defense line, striking his left shoulder.

White Mitchell grunted softly, his figure slightly swaying, but he wasn't defeated. He glanced at his wound, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

Thereafter, a noticeable shift occurred in White Mitchell's manner. He took the initiative to launch an attack, forcing Axel into a corner with a lightning-fast momentum.

Axel quickly retreated to regain his balance. He knew very well that White Mitchell's swordsmanship was now at its zenith, and he needed to exercise extreme patience and caution.

The battle entered an intense stage, both men's sword moves interlocking, causing bursts of sword radiance. Noticing the changes in White Mitchell's swordsmanship, Axel turned his attention to adjusting his own swordsmanship in search of countermeasures.

As time slowly passed, Axel figured out a way to crack White Mitchell's swordsmanship. He began to hasten his attack, pushing White Mitchell onto the defensive.

White Mitchell's brow furrowed slightly. He felt this shift and realized his opponent had found his weakness. He decided to change his sword momentum again, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Upon seeing this, Axel flashed a look. He knew that this was his chance to prevail. Without any hesitation, he launched a ferocious attack. Each of his sword moves was aimed accurately at White Mitchell's Sword Array.

The fierce sounds of their combat and the collision of their Sword Qi were continuous and unending. The crowd of onlookers closed their eyes, not wishing to witness the brutal fight anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Axel's sword broke through White Mitchell's Sword Array and struck his left arm. White Mitchell screamed in pain, his sword fell to the ground, and his eyes were filled with pain and fury.

Upon seeing this, Axel knew he was on the verge of victory. But he didn't hesitate, immediately withdrawing his sword and ceased attacking White Mitchell.

“White Mitchell, you're no longer my match. Lay down your sword and surrender.” Axel said coldly.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, but said nothing. His gaze remained as sharp as a sword, his resentment nearly erupting forth.

Axel sighed, knowing that the other party was stubborn to the extreme. He decided to give White Mitchell another chance, slightly lowering his guard, waiting for White Mitchell to make a choice.

However, White Mitchell did not lay down his sword. Instead, he gripped his sword tightly, his Sword Qi gradually building. His eyes were filled with determination and madness, as though he was past the point of returning.

Axel laughed coldly. He understood that there were no longer any more options. He swung his sword again, preparing to engage in a final battle with White Mitchell.

The swordplay of both sides was as violent as a storm, the sword momentum crisscrossing and swords flashing everywhere. The surrounding temperature plummeted as a chilling aura permeated the air.

Axel's gaze was as firm as steel. He launched his strongest move against White Mitchell. In a flash, sword light surged towards White Mitchell like a flood, each beam filled with endless killing intent.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, his hands tightly gripping his sword as he launched his ultimate move. He decided to risk his life, leaving no room for retreat.

Their swords collided once more, the sword light tore the sky, and a fierce battle began. Both Axel and White Mitchell put forth all their strength, giving each other no chance for respite.

Unbeknownst to anyone, during this heart-stopping fight, they were both silently observing each other's changes. They understood that only by breaking their own bottleneck and finding each other's weaknesses could they achieve victory.

After dozens of rounds, Axel finally spotted a flaw in White Mitchell's swordsmanship. Without hesitation, he intensified his attack, trying to break through the opponent's defense.

White Mitchell sensed danger. He moved left and right, trying to dodge Axel's sword moves. However, Axel's sword moves were incredibly precise, cornering White Mitchell every time.

Finally, during one attack, Axel found the perfect timing to break White Mitchell's swordplay. He thrust his fierce sword momentum straight at White Mitchell's flaw.

White Mitchell's gaze hardened as he felt the danger. He hastily altered his sword momentum but in a “puff” sound, Axel's sword tip plunged deeply into his chest.

Axel released the sword in his hand, and White Mitchell's body fell to the ground feebly, blood flowing out from the wound.

Axel breathed heavily with a bit of fatigue, looking at the fallen White Mitchell, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

“White Mitchell, your swordsmanship is too arrogant,” Axel said softly. “Retribution for evil, is destined.”

He turned to leave, leaving the fallen White Mitchell behind, alone to bear the defeat and pain. This final duel determined the fate of both swordsmen.

Chapter end