Chapter 2193: 2193
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Aredhel's sabers carried the will of death. Bloody cuts began to acc_u_mulate on Khilar's body, no matter what he tried to counter with, it all seemed useless.
PUUU
Khilar lost a leg.
PUUU
Khilar lost an arm.
PUUU
A quick saber slit across his torso.
Aredhel's demonic dance was only just reaching its peak. His eyes had lost their carefree charm and were replaced by the orbs of darkness. He seemed to want to plunge the world into endless depths of death and despair.
His twin sabers sn_a_k_e_d forward, crossing over like a pair of scissors aimed at decapitating the sprite youth.
Khilar's gaze lost its light. He had not only lost, he had lost terribly. Now, the only thing that awaited him was death.
"That's enough."
Dyon's voice was soft, but the seemingly possessed Aredhel snapped out of it immediately. By the time his attack paused, the sharp edges of both of his blades had been across Khilar's neck, their spines resting on his shoulders as though using them as a road to his life.
Dyon smiled as Aredhel strode back. "That was a clever way to handle his poison. Not bad."
Aredhel grinned but said nothing more.
Dyon knew that Aredhel specialized in two paths. The twin saber and fire. Neither of those things could directly deal with such potent poison, but Aredhel had another trump card: his Inner World.
Aredhel actually purposely allowed the poison into his body and let it to fuse with his qi. Then, he swapped this poisoned qi for healthy qi stored within his Inner World. Like this, even though he was inviting the poison into his body, it actually didn't weaken him at all.
Then, he was actually able to turn Khilar's own strength against him when he projected his True Domain. He took hold of Khilar's qi after using his godship abilities within his Inner World to purify it. Then, he added it to his own strength, using it to fuel his final attack flurry.
Like this, one of the Sprite Alliance's twenty best geniuses fell to a young man none of them had ever heard of.
On top of this, though Dyon might have seemed merciful, not killing Khilar at all was yet another slap to the face. Maybe after today, Khilar would never again be the genius he once was.
The Sprites, of course, wanted to avenge this loss. But now it was obvious that no one ranked below Ainica and Khilar were worthy of participating.
However, they lost one after another.
"Maalshiira."
A gorgeous young lady with blazing red hair was next. She wielded a great sword two times the height and three times the width of her very own body, yet the bloody massacre she left in her wake was undeniable.
"Ithirae."
An ice beauty with a long snaking whip in the shape of a white scaled serpent decimated the Earthen Sprites' 3rd ranked genius.
"Gaylia."
She was a usually scantily clad young woman with sharp flying daggers strapped all around her slender, soft legs. If it wasn't for the fact every flick of her wrist led to a rain of blood, one wouldn't have the heart to attack such a beautiful woman. But, currently, in her black armor, she was no longer a beauty, but rather a harbinger of death.
The Vice Commanders swept through the geniuses of the sprite alliance. The only ones who didn't raise a hand to attack themselves were Ryu and his mother Giralda, but the reason why was obvious. It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather because they were Dragons. Dyon was making it a point to defeat this so-called Sprite Alliance with nothing but humans!
The sprites could only watch on in horror as the geniuses they revered were beaten and bludgeoned. The only hope they had to cling to was that the 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses of their Sprite Alliance had yet to even appear, let alone battle. But, this was only a minor comfort.
For one, none of the warriors Dyon had called up to fight had struggled even remotely. This meant that while they only had 5 such geniuses of the caliber of the 3rd ranked, Dyon had more than a dozen at the very least.
Secondly, Dyon himself had yet to take action. And, neither had the four beauties by his side.
The issue was that their 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses weren't currently there. They were only now rushing back, so they had no choice but to endure.
However, even while they were stressing over these matters, others were laughing at them. In fact, many of their so-called tourists had begun reporting these matters to their own powers while also beginning to curiously analyze this Sacharro Clan…
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Aredhel's sabers carried the will of death. Bloody cuts began to acc_u_mulate on Khilar's body, no matter what he tried to counter with, it all seemed useless.
PUUU
Khilar lost a leg.
PUUU
Khilar lost an arm.
PUUU
A quick saber slit across his torso.
Aredhel's demonic dance was only just reaching its peak. His eyes had lost their carefree charm and were replaced by the orbs of darkness. He seemed to want to plunge the world into endless depths of death and despair.
His twin sabers sn_a_k_e_d forward, crossing over like a pair of scissors aimed at decapitating the sprite youth.
Khilar's gaze lost its light. He had not only lost, he had lost terribly. Now, the only thing that awaited him was death.
"That's enough."
Dyon's voice was soft, but the seemingly possessed Aredhel snapped out of it immediately. By the time his attack paused, the sharp edges of both of his blades had been across Khilar's neck, their spines resting on his shoulders as though using them as a road to his life.
Dyon smiled as Aredhel strode back. "That was a clever way to handle his poison. Not bad."
Aredhel grinned but said nothing more.
Dyon knew that Aredhel specialized in two paths. The twin saber and fire. Neither of those things could directly deal with such potent poison, but Aredhel had another trump card: his Inner World.
Aredhel actually purposely allowed the poison into his body and let it to fuse with his qi. Then, he swapped this poisoned qi for healthy qi stored within his Inner World. Like this, even though he was inviting the poison into his body, it actually didn't weaken him at all.
Then, he was actually able to turn Khilar's own strength against him when he projected his True Domain. He took hold of Khilar's qi after using his godship abilities within his Inner World to purify it. Then, he added it to his own strength, using it to fuel his final attack flurry.
Like this, one of the Sprite Alliance's twenty best geniuses fell to a young man none of them had ever heard of.
On top of this, though Dyon might have seemed merciful, not killing Khilar at all was yet another slap to the face. Maybe after today, Khilar would never again be the genius he once was.
The Sprites, of course, wanted to avenge this loss. But now it was obvious that no one ranked below Ainica and Khilar were worthy of participating.
However, they lost one after another.
"Maalshiira."
A gorgeous young lady with blazing red hair was next. She wielded a great sword two times the height and three times the width of her very own body, yet the bloody massacre she left in her wake was undeniable.
"Ithirae."
An ice beauty with a long snaking whip in the shape of a white scaled serpent decimated the Earthen Sprites' 3rd ranked genius.
"Gaylia."
She was a usually scantily clad young woman with sharp flying daggers strapped all around her slender, soft legs. If it wasn't for the fact every flick of her wrist led to a rain of blood, one wouldn't have the heart to attack such a beautiful woman. But, currently, in her black armor, she was no longer a beauty, but rather a harbinger of death.
The Vice Commanders swept through the geniuses of the sprite alliance. The only ones who didn't raise a hand to attack themselves were Ryu and his mother Giralda, but the reason why was obvious. It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather because they were Dragons. Dyon was making it a point to defeat this so-called Sprite Alliance with nothing but humans!
The sprites could only watch on in horror as the geniuses they revered were beaten and bludgeoned. The only hope they had to cling to was that the 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses of their Sprite Alliance had yet to even appear, let alone battle. But, this was only a minor comfort.
For one, none of the warriors Dyon had called up to fight had struggled even remotely. This meant that while they only had 5 such geniuses of the caliber of the 3rd ranked, Dyon had more than a dozen at the very least.
Secondly, Dyon himself had yet to take action. And, neither had the four beauties by his side.
The issue was that their 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses weren't currently there. They were only now rushing back, so they had no choice but to endure.
However, even while they were stressing over these matters, others were laughing at them. In fact, many of their so-called tourists had begun reporting these matters to their own powers while also beginning to curiously analyze this Sacharro Clan…
Aredhel's sabers carried the will of death. Bloody cuts began to acc_u_mulate on Khilar's body, no matter what he tried to counter with, it all seemed useless. PUUU Khilar lost a leg. PUUU Khilar lost an arm. PUUU A quick saber slit across his torso. Aredhel's demonic dance was only just reaching its peak. His eyes had lost their carefree charm and were replaced by the orbs of darkness. He seemed to want to plunge the world into endless depths of death and despair. His twin sabers sn_a_k_e_d forward, crossing over like a pair of scissors aimed at decapitating the sprite youth. Khilar's gaze lost its light. He had not only lost, he had lost terribly. Now, the only thing that awaited him was death. "That's enough." Dyon's voice was soft, but the seemingly possessed Aredhel snapped out of it immediately. By the time his attack paused, the sharp edges of both of his blades had been across Khilar's neck, their spines resting on his shoulders as though using them as a road to his life. Dyon smiled as Aredhel strode back. "That was a clever way to handle his poison. Not bad." Aredhel grinned but said nothing more. Dyon knew that Aredhel specialized in two paths. The twin saber and fire. Neither of those things could directly deal with such potent poison, but Aredhel had another trump card: his Inner World. Aredhel actually purposely allowed the poison into his body and let it to fuse with his qi. Then, he swapped this poisoned qi for healthy qi stored within his Inner World. Like this, even though he was inviting the poison into his body, it actually didn't weaken him at all. Then, he was actually able to turn Khilar's own strength against him when he projected his True Domain. He took hold of Khilar's qi after using his godship abilities within his Inner World to purify it. Then, he added it to his own strength, using it to fuel his final attack flurry. Like this, one of the Sprite Alliance's twenty best geniuses fell to a young man none of them had ever heard of. On top of this, though Dyon might have seemed merciful, not killing Khilar at all was yet another slap to the face. Maybe after today, Khilar would never again be the genius he once was. The Sprites, of course, wanted to avenge this loss. But now it was obvious that no one ranked below Ainica and Khilar were worthy of participating. However, they lost one after another. "Maalshiira." A gorgeous young lady with blazing red hair was next. She wielded a great sword two times the height and three times the width of her very own body, yet the bloody massacre she left in her wake was undeniable. "Ithirae." An ice beauty with a long snaking whip in the shape of a white scaled serpent decimated the Earthen Sprites' 3rd ranked genius. "Gaylia." She was a usually scantily clad young woman with sharp flying daggers strapped all around her slender, soft legs. If it wasn't for the fact every flick of her wrist led to a rain of blood, one wouldn't have the heart to attack such a beautiful woman. But, currently, in her black armor, she was no longer a beauty, but rather a harbinger of death. The Vice Commanders swept through the geniuses of the sprite alliance. The only ones who didn't raise a hand to attack themselves were Ryu and his mother Giralda, but the reason why was obvious. It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather because they were Dragons. Dyon was making it a point to defeat this so-called Sprite Alliance with nothing but humans! The sprites could only watch on in horror as the geniuses they revered were beaten and bludgeoned. The only hope they had to cling to was that the 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses of their Sprite Alliance had yet to even appear, let alone battle. But, this was only a minor comfort. For one, none of the warriors Dyon had called up to fight had struggled even remotely. This meant that while they only had 5 such geniuses of the caliber of the 3rd ranked, Dyon had more than a dozen at the very least. Secondly, Dyon himself had yet to take action. And, neither had the four beauties by his side. The issue was that their 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses weren't currently there. They were only now rushing back, so they had no choice but to endure. However, even while they were stressing over these matters, others were laughing at them. In fact, many of their so-called tourists had begun reporting these matters to their own powers while also beginning to curiously analyze this Sacharro Clan
