Hail the King

Fei who was under Barbarian Mode was on the level of Nine-Star, and Martial Saint Lkunta was at least a Moon-Class Elite. However, it was a secret to the people of Zenit as to which moon level Lkunta was on.

Since the difference in strength was huge between Fei and Lkunta, Fei was sure that he couldn’t even take 10 strikes from Lkunta.

It was fortunate that Fei accumulated some experience dealing with Moon-Class Elites when he fought Balesi, and Lkunta didn’t attack Fei with full strength earlier. That was why Fei was able to take those two strikes.

Also, the reason why Fei swore at Lkunta and provoked Lkunta to attack him wasn’t that he was an idiot and tried to show-off. Instead, he wanted to move Lkunta’s emotion and also cancel out some of Lkunta’s momentum.

To master warriors who were fighting with others on the same level, both mental state and the momentum were very important.

The stability of the metal state would determine if one could use his or her full strength in a battle. Real masters would adjust their mental state before a battle and calm themselves down; that was the only way that one could have complete control of himself or herself.

Momentum was like the morale.

It was intangible, but it was really important to accumulate it so the battle can be smoother.

Real masters would try to accumulate momentum before striking. Although it was hard to grasp, it did exist. Fei remembered a story he read when he was on earth. In the story “Military strategies of CaoGui”, it mentioned that the morale of soldiers was at the peak at the beginning of the battle; the morale would fall down when it wasn’t used, and it would be depleted after it wasn’t used for a long time. The morale of the soldiers was like the momentum of the master warriors.

A person would be daring to do anything when he or she was angry, but he or she won’t be able to do such things when the anger was gone.

The anger of ordinary people was similar to the momentum of master warriors like Lkunta as well.

Without thinking, Fei knew that both Krasic and Lkunta used a long time to prepare for this battle. Before the battle, their mental state and momentum were both at the peak, As soon as the battle started, all hell would break loose.

Fei’s aggressive provocation first affected Lkunta’s mental state a little bit. Also, as long as Lkunta struck at him, didn’t matter which technique and to what degree, a part of the accumulated momentum would be shifted off.

These were all knowledge covered in the notes written by Emperor Yassin. Fei tried to use the knowledge he acquired creatively, and he hoped that his tiny help was useful.

Fei didn’t know if what he did was meaningful or not. He only knew that he had an ominous feeling since he woke up today, and he felt like he was going to lose a loved one. Fei didn’t understand why he was feeling that way until he met Krasic.

“Could it because of Martial Saint Krasic?”

Fei asked himself that, but he then smiled. The battle of this level wasn’t something that he could have control over, and he should just focus on observing.

……

Boom!!!!!

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!

The green and red flames dashed in the dark night like colorful fireworks, and it was mesmerizing.

“Strike of Sword!”

A cold shout sounded as Krasic lightly moved his hands. A sword that was more than 20 meters long and filled with runes appeared. Waves of green energy circles expanded outward, and it felt like space was going to tear open by it.

“Fire Creation!”

Lkunta’s long hair fluttered in the wind, and red and thick flames directly floated out of his body with the moon in the background. A huge fire shield that looked like the head of a demon instantly appeared after the flames burned off.

Whoosh!

The green sword instantly surpassed the limit of space and time and appeared in front of Lkunta.

“Open!” Lkunta shouted, and the fire shield smashed forward at the sharp tip of the green sword.

Boom!

The entire peak started to shake again.

Numerous flames dropped down the peak like destructive grenades.

At the moment of collision, the fire shield was cracked into pieces. After the huge green sword dimmed down and lighted up again, it dashed at Lkunta at an even faster speed. In the split second, the merciless blade of the sword passed through Lkunta’s body.

“Is it over?”

Many people opened their eyes widely as they looked at what just happened. Even the God of War would be greatly injured if such a huge sword passed through his body, let alone a Martial Saint of Spartax. However, why was this Martial Saint so weak?

Fei felt joy only for one second. After that, he realized that the huge green sword only passed through the vivid afterimage Ikunta left in the air. Because Lkunta’s speed was too fast, his realistic afterimage fooled all the audience.

Fei looked around in the dark sky and tried to spot where Lkunta really was.

Just as Fei’s eyes shone, numerous metal-colliding noises sounded.

Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!

A special scene appeared in the sky.

Krasic was standing there quietly, but numerous fire swords appeared around him. All angles around him were covered by fire swords, and there was no place that Krasic could move to in order to dodge the attack. However, when these fire swords that each represented the full-strike of a Six-Star Warrior were five centimeters away from Krasic’s body, they couldn’t move forward anymore. A green translucent shield appeared outside Krasic’s body and tightly protected him.

“Hahaha, great! After 26 years, your strength still didn’t disappoint me!”

All the fire swords exploded, and all the released fire lighted up the dark sky. Lkunta’s appeared in the flames, and he stood across from Krasic on the peak. With a battle-hunger expression on his face, his red eyes that were still shooting out red light beams locked onto Krasic.

Krasic didn’t say anything. With a calm expression, he waved his hand and put out all the fire in the air.

The two real masters only used a few strikes in the last few seconds, but all the audience were drunk over the battle.

These were real masters! This was a battle between Martial Saints. The battle was as fancy as legends, and the battle was as mesmerizing as dreams. It felt like even space was being torn apart by these super techniques, and the invisible energy waves made it impossible for anyone who wasn’t a Moon-Class Elite to get within 100 meters from them.

The people in the viewing area were stunned.

All the warriors were sensing the overflowing aura in the air. These special auras of Moon-Class Elites could help warriors who were stuck on thresholds, and they could let these lower-level warriors experience a higher energy form.

No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire, Huntelaar, closed his eyes and was rubbing his thin silver sword. He sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed; it felt like he was being inspired by something.

No.1 General of Eindhoven Empire, Costakarta, was still sitting on his stone chair baldly while staring at the two Martial Saints. With a serious expression on his face, no one knew what he was thinking about.

The Crown Prince of St. Germain Empire, Girano, was still enjoying his time with the four maids. With delicious wine in his hand and beauties around him, it felt like the two Martial Saints were performing for his entertainment. However, the fact that Girano was willing to give the four viewing seats to his four maids explained why he was known for his promiscuousness.

The warriors of Chambord such as Drogba and Pierce were also trying to sense the auras of the two Martial Saints. They lacked experiences and had never spectated the battle between real masters; this was a great opportunity for them to do so.

However, all of this was boring for Elena. Her strength could only increase after she killed monsters with Fei in Diablo World, and she couldn’t practice the scrolls and techniques in this world. Therefore, the two Martial Saints were like two powerful Boss-level monsters in her eyes.

Fei was closely monitoring the battle.

He was determined that he would instantly make his moves if Krasic looked like he was struggling. There weren’t a lot of people who Fei treasured in this world, but Krasic was definitely one of them. Fei had already planned out his moves, and he was confident that he could at least cause some trouble for Martial Saint Lkunta.

The only thing that made Fei feel good was that Krasic seemed to have obtained the advantage in the last strike.

Krasic didn’t move his feet since the beginning, but Lkunta was forced to move around already. When one of them attacked, the other one defended, and vice versa. It seemed like Krasic’s emotionless aura and strikes completely dominated over Lkunta’s.

This discovery made Fei relax a little, but he knew he shouldn’t be too joyful too soon. In the battle between Moon-Class Elites, it was usually very close. In the beginning, both parties would only try to figure out where the opponent was at. Moon-Class Elites had insane amounts of warrior energies, and the ultimate combat techniques they could use were probably too powerful to demonstrate!

In fact, the situation wasn’t as clear as it seemed to be.