Armad still doesn’t receive any assistance from the world, as his cultivation has not yet reached the level of pre-deva, let alone the level of deva. Only individuals who have attained the level of deva can harness their powers at their peak simultaneously, without the need to wait for their cultivation to recharge. Therefore, Armad must wait for his cultivation to replenish before unleashing a similar attack to the one he previously executed.
However, Armad is an individual who possesses a significant amount of medicine. Before entering the duel field, he discreetly placed some pills beneath his tongue. When his cultivation reserve was nearly exhausted, he retrieved one of the pills he had concealed and chewed it surreptitiously. Upon ingesting the pill, the lost cultivation swiftly replenished, returning to its original state. This restoration occurred just before he launched his subsequent attack, which mirrored the intensity of his initial assault. Augmented by his formidable abilities, the attack harnessed over 11 years of cultivation, akin to the power of a first-stage deva.
Upon noticing his brother’s lack of response to his words, Prince Sufa’s anger escalated, as if his brother’s indifference disregarded his presence. When his brother launched another attack against him which carries the same years of cultivation, Prince Sufa furrowed his brow in a mixture of astonishment and fury. Not only was he enraged, but he was also taken aback. He had not anticipated his brother’s ability to execute a second attack similar to the initial one. Consequently, he did not concern himself with the injuries inflicted by his brother, nor did he attempt to heal himself, under the impression that his brother could only unleash such an attack once. This assumption was based on the belief that one can only execute a similar attack to the first state of diva if they possess the force of diva, requiring time for cultivation to recharge, even for those with the bloodline of Wilberforce. However, to his surprise, his brother launched a similar attack within a minute, leading Prince Sufa to question whether his brother had truly attained the level of diva.
Before Sufa could make his move, the bolt of lightning had already reached his location. At that moment, he summoned magical walls and leaped to evade the lightning. However, each time he conjured these walls, his cultivation was diminished. The walls he created this time were not as robust as the ones he had previously summoned. Despite his efforts to dodge the lightning, it struck his right hand, causing a deep wound from which blood began to flow. Just as he landed from his leap, another bolt of lightning approached him, followed by yet another and another.
These are merely minor skirmishes, mere flashes of lightning that Armad has been directing toward his opponent. Armad is hesitant to unleash any of his more potent special attacks, such as the dreaded Pol String, as he believes that the opportune moment for unveiling such skills has not yet arrived. He desires for his adversaries to persist in underestimating him, to continue seeing him at the level they are accustomed to until the day he reveals the full extent of his formidable power – a power so overwhelming that they will be powerless to resist. Should his enemies become aware of his true capabilities at this stage, they would undoubtedly marshal all of their strength in an attempt to vanquish him, resulting in grave consequences for Armad.
The countenance of Prince Sufa grew somber, a myriad of concerns weighing heavily upon his mind. Sufa is a master of the sword, he possesses a deep expertise in the art of combat, particularly with blades such as swords and knives. Throughout his life, the majority of his training had been dedicated to honing his swordsmanship skills. However, in the current predicament he found himself in, his adversary was determined to keep him at bay, preventing him from utilizing such weapons. Furthermore, his cultivation years were dwindling rapidly as he continuously erected magical barriers to fend off the relentless assaults of his foe. Could it be that his brother possessed such formidable strength that he was compelled to resort to summoning his demon? As this unsettling thought crossed his mind, a surge of anger rose within him, a primal instinct urging him to unleash his demon in a last-ditch effort. It seemed there was no alternative left to him but to unleash the demon.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through the air, causing the clouds to gather and darken ominously. From within these darkened clouds, something peculiar began to emerge. Upon closer observation, it became apparent that this anomaly was indeed a cloud, albeit of a unique nature. Unlike the typical rain-bearing clouds, this one seemed poised to unleash not water, but rather a sense of foreboding and distress.
The ominous cloud loomed ominously in the direction of Armad, its approach unnoticed by the unsuspecting man. Armad clenched his teeth in apprehension, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. Memories flooded back of a previous encounter with this very same cloud, a harrowing experience he had faced while residing in the palace amidst a web of conspiracies. The cloud, conjured by his brother who possessed a rare ability to materialize demons, held a power beyond comprehension. Unlike typical demonic clouds that unleash water, lightning, ice, or air, this particular cloud exhibited a peculiar behavior. Instead of releasing any of the expected elements, it seemed to possess a mysterious force that immobilized its victims, rendering them helpless as if bound by invisible ropes. While outwardly appearing like an ordinary cloud, resembling nothing more than a wisp of smoke, it concealed a sinister nature that made it best left untouched. Should anyone come into contact with the cloud, they would discover an adhesive quality to it, akin to sticky gum.
In most instances, his brother utilized deception through the use of the clouds to tarnish his reputation. There came a moment when their father, Emperor Ayrion, summoned them to meet with him. Eager to arrive before his brother, Armad made his way to his father’s chamber through the backyard to avoid his father’s scrutiny due to his perceived weakness. Little did he know that his brother had conspired against him. Unaware of his brother’s skill, Armad had never encountered the clouds before, thus remaining oblivious to the ominous presence trailing him. As soon as the cloud made contact with him, it forced him to the ground, preventing him from reaching his father’s chamber. By the time Armad finally arrived, all his siblings were already there. Perplexed, the emperor began inquiring and scanning the room for Prince Armad, who had just managed to enter the chamber.
Although Armad had made every effort to inform their father of what had transpired, the emperor remained unconvinced due to the lack of evidence and witnesses. Furthermore, there were no visible signs on Armad’s body or any discernible changes that could indicate the nature of the incident. This underscores one of the perils associated with these clouds – their insidious nature. While they may leave no visible traces, one’s proximity to them does not guarantee cleanliness. There is no trace left behind by the dissipation of the cloud. It is only when the cloud makes contact that its true impact is felt, binding the individual to the point where even the simplest of movements becomes impossible. Before its disappearance, the cloud immobilizes its victim to such an extent that basic actions like raising a hand or using any form of skill become unattainable. Consequently, if one’s adversary possesses this malevolent cloud, they could easily incapacitate their target without affording them a chance to retaliate.
During that period, Armad grappled with the idea of how to seek retribution. Despite his efforts over several years, he found himself unable to retaliate against the actions of his brother. Ultimately, he refrained from placing blame on anyone other than himself for the circumstances he found himself in. Armad realized that had he followed the path through the palace where his brothers frequented, they would not have dared to conspire against him, as their actions would have been exposed to the public eye. Furthermore, had their father been made aware of their treachery, he would have surely punished them. However, as Armad endeavored to approach his father through the backyard, his brothers orchestrated a vicious scheme against him.
Nevertheless, despite his previous inclination to seek retribution in past years, Armad has not been able to forgive his brother for the transgressions committed against him. The desire for retaliation still lingers within him, intensifying as he observes the ominous clouds overhead. Armad is convinced that this day presents a unique opportunity for him to finally address the grievances inflicted upon him by his brother.
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As Armad caught sight of the looming cloud drawing near, he instinctively raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning toward it. Encapsulated within the electric current was a singular year of cultivation, confirming his suspicions. However, to his dismay, the lightning passed effortlessly through the cloud as if it were a mere illusion. This phenomenon highlighted the inherent danger posed by the cloud – conventional skills proved ineffective against it. No matter what form of attack was directed at it, the cloud remained unscathed, frustrating any attempts to dismantle its ominous presence. It was as though the cloud existed in a state of elusive non-existence, evading all conventional means of elimination.
Nevertheless, Armad is well aware that every skill possesses its weaknesses, and the cloud is no exception. The weakness of the cloud remains undiscovered, which explains why Prince Sufa continues to display arrogance. However, the situation has changed. Before the cloud’s touch, Armad had already teleported to Sufa’s location through the use of the Kaban Shisu skill. Before Sufa could even comprehend what was happening, Armad had already delivered a powerful blow to his stomach. Just as Armad’s hand was about to make contact with Sufa’s stomach, a bolt of lightning enveloped his hand.
Right on schedule, Sufa summoned the cloud and manifested the five walls he had previously conjured. However, the strength of the walls had diminished, as a portion of the Prince’s cultivation had been utilized to summon the cloud. Additionally, Sufa never anticipated that Armad would launch a direct attack on him in such a manner. When did his brother acquire the ability to teleport from one location to another? Such a skill is truly remarkable. The only sibling Sufa had witnessed possessing such teleportation prowess was their eldest brother, Prince Ikenga. Was this skill newly acquired by Armad, or had he been concealing it all along? Sufa realized he had little time to ponder these questions, as Armad’s strike had already landed on his abdomen. The impact caused his internal organs to churn, forcing the previously consumed food to rise in an attempt to escape his mouth. Despite his efforts to contain it, the regurgitation was inevitable. Subsequently, blood followed the expelled food, indicating that Armad’s blow had inflicted serious damage to the affected organs.
Armad didn’t Let his brother vomit on him. So he quickly went to the side of his brother and sent another smash against him. However, Prince Sufa is already aware of what his brother trying to do against him and he quickly escapes. Right, where he escaped he has been heavily breezing his eyes feeling dizzy. He couldn’t understand to whom he was fighting. Is he fighting against Armad or his brother Ikenga?
This fight marks the first instance in which he has encountered a challenging predicament following his confrontation with his elder sibling, Ikenga. It is evident that Sufa, in comparison to the offspring of the emperor, is not the second most formidable. Sufa is acutely aware that there exist two siblings, aside from Ikenga, who surpass him in power, rendering him vulnerable to defeat in the event of a clash. Notably, one of these siblings is female. However, despite their superior strength, they do not completely quash his ability to assert himself, albeit in a limited capacity. Their dominance does not preclude him from retaliating, unlike his current situation. He knows that his initial carelessness at the onset of the conflict is what put him in this situation. However, since now he summoned his demon, the battle should turn in his favor.
How did Prince Armad, who once couldn't even raise his face to look at them, acquire such power? Despite the difficult situation, Prince Sufa didn't feel confused. He had the blood of the emperor running through his veins. He still believed he was destined to be written in history as the person who mastered the skill of pol string before he reached 15 years of age. This belief gave him courage, even as dizziness clouded his senses. It didn't stop him from raising his hand and pointing at Armad. The distance between them was so close that any attack would be difficult to evade.
A light emanated from the tip of his finger as he pointed at Armad. As the light took the form of a knife, it shot forward at high speed, aiming directly at Armad's heart.
Armad observed the precise moment when his brother launched his attack. Despite having the opportunity to evade the strike, Armad knew that doing so would mean forfeiting his chance to counterattack effectively. He decided to stand his ground, allowing the attack to connect with his chest. Simultaneously, he delivered a powerful blow to his brother’s side, targeting his stomach with the same force that had characterized his initial smash.
The impact was profound. Armad’s brother was hurled backward, propelled through the air for a distance of twelve steps before crashing to the ground. He landed heavily on his knees, clutching his side in obvious agony. Even without verbal confirmation, it was clear that the internal damage was severe. His brother’s organs seemed to have been turned upside down, and blood flowed continuously from his mouth, a grim testament to the extent of his injuries.
The knife that Sufa threw Armad had become embedded in his chest. With deliberate calmness, Armad reached for the knife and pulled it out. To his brother’s astonishment, there was no blood on the blade. The knife had only managed to pierce his attire, failing to cut his flesh. As he held the knife, it dissolved into light and vanished, revealing that it was not crafted from metal but was instead a manifestation of Sufi’s cultivation.
Sufa, observing the unfolding events, came to a stark realization: the brother he was now confronting was vastly different from the one he had known before leaving the palace. The skills and resilience Armad displayed were beyond what Sufa had anticipated. He understood that continuing to absorb his brother’s relentless attacks would inevitably lead to his downfall. Each strike from Armad not only inflicted physical damage but also chipped away at Sufa’s ability to stand and fight, and it was rapidly depleting his cultivation reserves.
Despite the dire situation, Sufa had not been idle during their clash. He had strategically positioned the cloud he summoned both above and below Armad. This cloud was not a mere atmospheric phenomenon but a construct fueled by Sufa’s cultivation. Throughout their intense battle, the cloud had remained active and undeterred. Sufa had cleverly allocated only half of his cultivation to the confrontation, while the other half was dedicated to controlling the cloud. Additionally, a portion of his cultivation was reserved for defending against Armad’s Miyura and empowering Sufa’s pole string as a contingency measure.
Prince Sufa believed that once his brother’s cultivation was exhausted, Armad would be left with no choice but to activate his Miyura. This would be a critical juncture in their battle, and Sufa was preparing for it with meticulous precision.
It is common knowledge that, if not for the Miyura on Armad’s forehead, many among the progeny would doubt that Armad is the son of Emperor Ayrion. This skepticism arises because Armad lacks any exceptional traits, save for the Miyura. The Miyura is the only distinguishing mark that leads people to acknowledge that he indeed carries the emperor’s blood. However, his siblings believe that the Miyura alone is not a source of pride. This is because the Miyura merely enhances Armad’s cultivation, and in the tribe of Wilberforce, anyone can increase their cultivation at will. What truly sets individuals apart in the empire of Wilberforce is the power of their skills, the strength of their bloodline, and the potency of their Nagirinki.
Armad, however, was not one to stand idle. Utilizing the spells of Kaban Shisu, he teleported from his position to where his brother stood. But before he could complete his teleportation, the cloud had already made contact with his body. This initial contact allowed the cloud to cling to him even after he reappeared at his new location. As he materialized, the cloud shifted to immobilize his hand. In mere moments, the cloud coiled around his legs and the rest of his body, effectively binding him. To make matters worse, another cloud materialized above Armad, poised to ensnare him further should he attempt to escape.
Prince Sufa stood, breathing heavily from the exertion. This was the moment he had long anticipated. With his cloud successfully binding Armad, he believed the fight was conclusively over. Up until now, he had not felt compelled to draw a knife or a sword. This was the first time he unsheathed his sword in their confrontation. Despite his aggressive stance, he harbored no intention of killing his brother. Instead, he sought to retaliate for the wounds Armad had inflicted upon him, perhaps even adding a few more for good measure. Additionally, Sufa was eager to fulfill his initial desire: to humiliate his brother in front of his soldiers. However, he failed to notice a crucial detail—there was no sign of worry on Armad’s face. Despite being bound, Armad’s expression remained calm and untroubled.
At that very moment, the voice of the system echoed in Armad’s ear, resonating with a sense of urgency and clarity.