Above The Sky
Chapter 638 - 638 599 You're Actually The Unyielding Fortress!

638: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_3 638: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_3 Too fast, Viscount Avak couldn’t evade, he could only roar in fury, mustering all the power of the Dead River Armament, raising his long halberd to thrust straight forward, intending to counter Ian with an attack of his own.

The clash of blade against spear tip made both their bodies, as well as the world around them, seem to freeze for a moment.

Then came the explosion!

Boom!

The atmosphere burst, making a sound like a volcanic eruption, their staggeringly fierce powers tearing the air into shreds, creating small vacuum blades that spread in every direction, even the sound of the wind seemed to wail.

But compared to the earth, what the wind endured was nothing more than a joke—centered around where the two stood, the ground shattered and sank within a blink, forming a crater tens of meters wide, and the lands farther away were no exception, rapidly cracking, then arching and lifting to form a huge circular mountain range.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Around Viscount Avak, even small twisters revolved, a mystical phenomenon formed by the Wind Attribute Origin Quality inherent to him, boosted by the Dead River Armament, while Ian’s phenomenon was even simpler—with the earth continuously trembling and bursting, one after another, sharp and thick earth spikes emerged from the cracks, piercing and shattering large swathes of blood-colored phantasms.

The irregular huge earth spikes turned the entire battlefield into a stone forest, and Ian and Viscount Avak once again engaged in a one-on-one close combat brawl.

With a serious expression, Ian lifted the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword in his hand.

Although the wounds on his arms no longer bled, the regeneration was not yet complete.

In fact, his arms had been shaking just a moment ago, the flesh of his hands and palms had been split by the vibrations, the blood soaking them almost causing the sword to slip from his grasp—the power of the Dead River Armament had actually increased to a point where he couldn’t face it head-on without using the Ancient Dragon Heart Core and Aether Crystals, seeing as its core fuel consisted of the Lost Souls of nearly a million people who died from the Void Realm Mutation within Avak Domain.

Even if these million people were all ordinary, among them were all the members of Viscount Avak’s Knight Order and all the Sublimators within his domain…

Even the power of the Deceased Monarch could not compare to it.

The only good news was that Viscount Avak still needed to spend a considerable amount of strength and attention on the legion battle against Adalbert, and his own combat skills were really just at the level of an ordinary genius.

By Ian’s standards, he was probably a grade lower than Weyges, one and a half lower than Yisen Gard, about the same as Tres, and if Green Tide could ever reach the Second Energy Level, he probably could spar with him, even overpower him in swordsmanship.

But Ian was at least three grades higher than him, a disparity at the essence.

“Do you know?”

At that moment, Ian’s purple eyes stared intently at Viscount Avak, who was covered in a blood-colored armor.

With no one else to disturb them, he even had the leisure to flick the blade of his sword, casting off the bloodstains while using the motion to adjust his injured body, and then slashing at the nobility who stood on guard like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The wide and pitch-black blade of the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword shredded the air, carrying a dark gleam with it as it shot straight towards its target.

Viscount Avak felt a chill at his throat and chest, clearly sensing that if he raised his halberd to block the thrust, the Ghost Valley Knight would change his attack sliding down the shaft to slash at his abdomen, while if he evaded, the other would take the initiative to attack again.

—What does he take me for?!

Fury filled Viscount Avak — he was originally a quite composed person, but after donning the Dead River Armament and dying a few times, he became increasingly irritable, which was also because Ian looked down on people so anciently.

Such a direct assault meant that the other party didn’t see him as an equal opponent at all, that against his attack, one could only retreat awkwardly!

So the viscount didn’t dodge or evade, facing Ian’s thrust directly with his chest, his long halberd parallel to the longsword, starkly intending to outpace his opponent with weapon length, ready to exchange life for life with Ian!

But unexpectedly, Ian simply let go, Ether Crystal and Lucid Source Crystal exploding simultaneously, while the blood on his hands swiftly evaporated, forming a fierce shockwave that caused his longsword to shoot forward like a cannonball.

And, with a deft sidestep, he lightly dodged Viscount Avak’s deadly thrust.

And just then, his voice leisurely followed the raging wind: “Viscount Avak, you’re like a nearly scrapped spark engine.”

Who could understand that?

Viscount Avak hadn’t had the chance to ponder the meaning of Ian’s words when the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword pierced through the Dead River Armament, slicing through his chest and heart.

A crimson glow burst forth, signaling another resurrection, as the longsword once embedded in the viscount’s heart was deflected by a surge of immense power, spinning in mid-air—And at that precise moment, the weapons of the knights previously dispersed by Ian happened to clink as they hit the ground, creating a continuous ringing sound.

And amidst this arresting light and the sound of the weapons’ fall, Ian raised his hand, a pale blue arc flashing, as Frost Butterfly brought back the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword from midair.

He gripped his weapon once again, pointing it at Viscount Avak, who was resurrecting for the third time.

Ian shook his head and sighed, “You can’t hit me.”

—If this were a dark joke, it would have been too much, almost tantamount to a psychological attack.

Both Frost Butterfly and Adalbert in the distance turned their heads towards Ian, their eyes filled with complex emotions, yet the young man didn’t notice his own destructive sense of humor.

He felt he was merely stating a fact: “I’m curious to see how many times you can resurrect and where the limit of the Dead River Armament lies.”