CHAPTER 2311 NO OTHER CHOICE
“You once mentioned that the Eight Major Secret Realms are in cohorts with Evil Heart Sect. However, we know nothing about who amongst the Eight Major Secret Realms are their agents.”
“Right now, Windmist is looking very suspicious. Not only does Windmoon Valley have such things as soul remnants, but he also seems to know Mr. Chance very well. He is its leader. How else could he have known the extent of Mr. Chance's power if he didn't collude with Evil Heart Sect?”
Wayne and Chester were exchanging inferences. Chester thought Wayne had a point. He took a closer look at Windmist, intending to inform Jared of what he learned.
Quindon, who had heard Wayne and Chester's exchange, approached them. “Watch the fight in silence without making meaningless speculations. The Eight Major Secret Realms have to stand united.”
“It now appears there is more to Jared than meets the eye. Windshadow's defeat seems inevitable.” With Quindon's appearance, Wayne and Chester did not dare say anything else.
At that moment, Windshadow stood atop the arena with his brow drenched in cold sweat. He watched in disbelief at the fragility of the soul remnants he released.
Besides, the Light Shield he had conjured had succumbed to two slashes of Jared's sword. A new fear began to creep up within Windshadow.
Jared knew from Windshadow’s fearful expression that he was going to win.
Rattled by fear, Windshadow won't be able to give it his best.
“| see you're beginning to grow afraid. Just admit defeat. It's going to look ugly when | beat the sh*t out of you.” Jared sneered as he brandished Dragonslayer Sword.
“Don't get cocky, kid. | will never surrender.”
Despite the fear that gripped him, Windshadow refused to admit defeat, nor would he allow anybody a glimpse of his innermost fears.
“In that case, let us continue.”
At Jared's words, Dragonslayer Sword once again emitted an ominous light. This time, it hummed with the might of a dragon's Toar.
Windshadow sensed the aura emanating from Jared's sword. His hand that gripped his own sword, began to tremble.
“Take that!”
Jared brought his sword in a downward slash. An instant later, it arrived before Windshadow.
With a defiant bellow, Windshadow brandished the longsword in his hand to parry Jared's slash.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Windshadow's weapon reverberated with a horrible metallic clang. Amidst a shower of sparks, he was thrown back.
His weapon shattered into pieces, its remnants scattering all over the ground.
The crowd gaped, scarcely able to believe that Jared had destroyed all of Windshadow's tricks.
The soul remnants he summoned have been burned, his Light Shield has been broken, and now his sword has been shattered. Windshadow's longsword was no ordinary weapon, yet it had been shattered to pieces by Jared's.
The certainty of Windshadow's defeat was plain to all who were present.
Even Windmist, standing atop the platform, had a gloomy expression. “How the hell is that possible?” Windshadow got to his feet and glared at Jared with rage.
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Windshadow knew that under no circumstances could he concede, or he would lose his life. “In that case, | am left with no choice.”
As Windshadow came to terms with his predicament, the fear in his heart vanished. A second later, he raised his arms above his head as if he was presenting something.
“Traitor! Not like this!”
Windmist's eyes bulged when he saw Windshadow's maneuver from atop the platform. He pounced, attempting to leap into the arena. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.