Her gaze shifted down to Asuros’s waist where her sword attack had landed, and her eyes widened as she saw almost no lingering wound and all. Her attack had landed directly without question, and yet she had only managed to break the skin of her opponent.
“Impossible!” several youths muttered through gritted teeth as they struggled against the aura that nearly overwhelmed them. They had seen Iseria’s attack land directly, and yet there was no damage at all.
“What kind of monster…is he?” another cursed hopelessly through gritted teeth.
Iseria instantly snapped out of her fear, gripping her sword tightly as she watched a massive saber slash towards her. Her essence Qi and soul power flared with her full power as her translucent sword started to glow brightly. At the same time, translucent wings appeared behind her, making her look like a true angel.
“Soul of the Seraph!” she cried out as her sword slashed forward, creating a thin line in space that seemed to split the very fabric of space itself.
The thin line created by her attack suddenly spread, instantly transforming into a complicated looking runic object. The runic object flared with mesmerizing soul power, at which point it shot forward towards Asuros, who ignored it completely.
The runic soul-diagram slammed onto Asuros, causing his movements to pause for a brief moment, as if he were fighting an internal battle at the moment.
Iseria’s sword raised once more as she prepared to slash it forward, but her eyes widened as a shout of warning entered her ears, and Asuros continued his movements once more.
“Retreat!” Miko cried out in a panic.
“Too late!” Asuros mocked as his saber slashed towards Iseria, who sped backwards with her greatest speed possible, but her speed was just a hair too slow to dodge the attack in time.
Che!
Blood splashed out as the angelic looking Iseria fell from the sky, blood trailing behind her body. A massive and ghastly looking wound had appeared on her chest, revealing her innards within. She had managed to dodge just in time to avoid a fatal blow, but Asuros appeared before her once more, his saber slashing out to land the finishing blow. Asuros’s eyes narrowed as he felt someone appear directly behind him.
“Fuck off!” A roar of pure anger boomed out from behind Asuros, who turned at the last moment to see Miko directly behind him with his sword slashing out towards him. Miko’s eyes had turned completely white, while an incredibly powerful soul domain had expanded around him.
Asuros felt as if he were staring at a completely different person, someone who had enough power for him to take seriously.
Sword Sovereign Severs The Heavens: Form Two!
Che!
Miko’s sword slashed outwards once more, while his face paled slightly while his aura dropped a bit as well. An overwhelmingly powerful sword art pierced towards Asuros as Miko unleashed another one of his strongest sword battle arts, one that was profound enough for Asuros to take seriously.
“Fine, I’ll deal with you first then!” Asuros said as his saber slashed outwards to meet the oncoming attack. The sword art slammed against the saber, causing Asuros to widen his eyes slightly in shock as a small thin chip appeared on the blade of his saber. His saber was given to him by his master, and its quality was beyond compare.
For the sword art to damage it at all was nearly impossible to believe.
Peng!
Peng!
Peng!
The two slashed their weapons out with overwhelming speed, exchanging hundreds of attacks in quick succession before parting once again. Asuros noticed that Miko’s barrage had pushed him away from the wounded Iseria, but he didn’t care about such a thing at the moment.
His maw widened into a sinister smile, revealing sharp, fang-like teeth as he smiled at Miko.
“Your battle arts are clearly above what this world of ours has to offer…I wonder how you came to obtain them?” Asuros asked with much interest, but received no reply as Miko stared back with silence before unleashing another attack.
“It’s no matter. I’ll get the information out of you once I break you!” Asuros said as his saber slashed out once more to meet the attack.
The two continued their battle above the rest of the youths, each attack containing power beyond the imaginations of those watching below. It was a battle of soul versus pure physical power, with neither side obtaining an obvious advantage. Their bodies appeared like blurs to those watching as they raced around the battlefield, exchanging attacks beyond comprehension.
The battle raged on for what seemed like an eternity to those watching with bated breath, as the victor of the battle would determine the outcome of the rest of the war.
Boom!
The ground exploded outwards as one of the fighters slammed into it, unable to resist the might of the others attack. The dust quickly faded away Asuros hovering in the sky above Miko, who stared back with heated defiance as he wiped the corner of his blood-stained mouth.
Hopelessness surged through the Honorable Alliance camp as they noticed that despite his defiant gaze, Miko’s aura was like a candle in the wind. Not only that, but several deep wounds covered his body, making him appear quite miserable. On the other hand, Asuros still surged with nearly full power.
They could tell that his aura had become slightly shaky, as if his soul were still recovering from Miko’s overwhelming soul attacks, but other than that, he appeared in top form.
“Tch, it’s a shame,” Asuros said with a click of his tongue, displaying obvious disappointment. “If you were in top shape when we started our battle, our battle would have been quite interesting. But you had to go and waste your energy on someone like Amber. How disappointing.”
The hopelessness of the Honorable Alliance youths grew as they heard these words which confirmed their bleak thoughts. Miko had battled Amber and then Asuros, which were the two strongest geniuses of the enemy powers. While his power was beyond overwhelming, fighting them back-to-back was not possible. At this point, there was only one possible outcome remaining: the destruction of the Honorable Alliance.
Miko’s defiant gaze trembled for a brief instant, something that Asuros did not miss. His sinister smile widened as he took his trembling as confirmation of his words.
“Hmph, this battle is not over yet,” Miko replied defiantly, not cowed for a single second. Despite his weakened aura, his battle spirit had not diminished even slightly.
“Hmph, and how do you plan on beating me in your current state?” Asuros asked mockingly, as if savoring the final struggles of his soon to be dead opponent.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Miko replied smugly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Him?” Asuros mumbled in confusion, before his gaze suddenly snapped upwards as he felt something overwhelmingly powerful approaching from above, while a dragon-like roar of anger boomed out over the entire battlefield.