The Rose–Petal Rain disyed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold’s spears.
The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from
the explosions. Thorold’s pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine
royal saint, he was ustomed to effortlessly dispatching same–level practitioners, and even level one
supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura
that he had never encountered before.
The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formte a contingency n. He
could only raise his hand andmand the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around
him.
was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening.
muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent–like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold’s
body.
He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.
A resounding boom echoed as Severin’s sward energy collided with the electric armor. A violent
shockwave was unleashed, pouring light into the entire arena. Still encased in the electric armor,
Thorold’s face had paled as he gazed incredulously at Severin.
Severin’s technique had prated a technique deemed imprable by most ordinary level nine
royal
saints. Although Thorold managed to protect himself with armor, the impact on his chest felt like the
time.
Severin’s attack injured him, and blood flowed out from his mouth.
“He’s still alive?” Severin mumbled to himself in shock. It came as a surprise to him that Thorold could
survive that technique.
The Rose–Petal Rain was his trump card, after all. Faced with normal level nine royal saints, the Rose-
Petal Rain was not required, and he could just use the True–Sun Fist to end their lives without even
having
to move from his spot. Slightly stronger opponents might require a couple more shes of his sword,
but not to the extent that it necessitated the Rose–Petal Rain. Astonished by Thorold’s ability to
survive, Severin tightened his grip on his sword and tried to pinpoint Thorold’s weaknesses.
Meanwhile, Thorold felt a tingling rush of adrenalin when he recalled what just happened. His face was
pale, and there were traces of blood seeping from his mouth. Dread and horror soon began to
overwhelm him, and he questioned, “What kind of technique is that?”
Severin offered no reply and dashed forward, leaving only an afterimage at the ce he had stood
earlier. His sword energy covered the sky as he attacked Thorold relentlessly. In response, Thorold
raised his hands and generated severalyers of protective spiritual energy shields.
The huge shockwave–a byproduct of the sword energy shing with his shield–sent fragments
scattering all over the ring. The spectators all held their breath as they bore witness to Severin
dominating the battle against Thorold.
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“Unbelievable! I’m not seeing things, am I?”
“Did Thorold just lose against Severin?”
“I’m sure Thorold hasn’t fully unleashed his abilities yet. He is a prodigy of the Delfirm Sect, after all.
Let’s walt and see what happens.”
Amidst the crowd’s discussions, Thorold found himself under a relentless assault. The pressure was
fast bing too much for him. I can’t let this continue,” he thought, I have to be more assertive.
With that in mind, he yelled, “Die
Spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, and the gradually shrinking thunderbolt vortex soon began
to erupt once more Roaring thunderbolts appeared around him at his beckoning and tore through the
air. The impact was swirled into a mass of spiritual energy that shattered the sword energy assaulting
him.
Having seized the opportunity to make a counterattack, Thorold opened his mouth like a rabid snake
and absorbed all the thunderbolt into his body. The Dested Thundercloud dissipated, giving way to a
marked increase in Thorold’s spiritual energy.
Thorold had used a secret technique to raise hisbat strength.