Chapter 691
Chapter 73: The Fierce Blow
“Too arrogant.”
Visalia shook her head.
“Well then, let me make you realize the foolishness of being against the Church.”
Visalia’s aura shifted.
The calm atmosphere suddenly turned into a whirlwind.
The Extraordinary fluctuation of Sequence 6 shook the earth, stirred the streams, and even made the Cage of Light tremble slightly.
Then, Visalia raised her pure white lance and shield, her figure transforming into white lightning.
Roy’s gaze intensified as he also drew his sword to counter her.
The clash of blades erupted.
After a sharp and piercing sound, both retreated a step.
However, Visalia was internally shocked.
Her armor and weapons were forged from secret silver, worth more than an entire city.
This so-called secret silver was as light as a cicada’s wing and as tough as dragon scales.
A single strike from her lance could easily shatter fine steel.
If the opponent’s weapon wasn’t made of secret silver, how could it still block her blow?
Instead of pondering, Visalia opted for action.
She took a breath, and in the next moment, her energy surged explosively, unleashing dozens of thrusts.
Jay, grinning maliciously beside her, said, “I forgot to tell you, the Cage of Light can be empowered by my will, boosting the Extraordinary Being’s bloodline strength.”
“Right now, Visalia is strong enough to reach the limit of Sequence 6!”
The storm of thrusts pushed Roy into a corner.
Then, Visalia gathered her strength, shouted, and stomped hard enough to shatter the ground as her lance swept towards him.
The whirlwind rippled, tearing through the air and shattering the ground. Pure violence was manifesting at this moment; even a giant dragon might not withstand it head-on.
However, Visalia never expected that her heavy strike would be firmly met by Roy, who gripped his sword with both hands.
Roy raised an eyebrow, “You’re definitely stronger than Orloya. Even without the Cage of Light, it’s the same.”
“Besides Levi, you’re the most troublesome.”
Stunned by the impact, Visalia couldn’t respond to his taunt. Feeling his overwhelming aura swell, she couldn’t believe it: “Are you really just a novice in Sequence 6?”
“Just a little trick.”
Evil Dragon Blood Armor.
Boiling dragon’s blood coursed through his body, each heartbeat bringing Roy the blazing power like a raging furnace.
Roy slightly turned his sword blade, exhaling slowly and pressing down with all his might.
With a faint spark of trembling, the Dragon’s Tooth Sword edged down towards Visalia’s shoulder.
Having her power suppressed, Visalia had no choice but to lift her sturdy shield, condensing the Holy Light to smash it down on Roy.
But before the sturdy shield even reached him, Roy’s eyes exploded with golden light.
The immense pressure of the firmament left Visalia momentarily breathless; the heavy strike of the shield was like frozen in time, halting in front of Roy, unable to advance an inch.
The power that failed to be released accumulated within Visalia, tormenting her insides.
At the same time, Roy pressed down with his sword.
Blood Qi Condensation.
The crimson sword light shot forth like a long rainbow, sending Visalia flying over a hundred meters, crashing into the Cage of Light like a cannonball.
Knowing the ins and outs, Roy didn’t underestimate Visalia.
Dealing with the Battle Nun, who had trained with the knight order since childhood, wasn’t simple.
So, he aimed to squeeze the soft persimmons first.
Seeing the Black-Haired Boy take an interest in him, Jay instantly broke out in cold sweat.
“Damn it! Visalia, come save me!”
There are many classifications of Extraordinary Beings, but individual abilities always have their limits.
If the Eye of Light and the Battle Nun were standard warriors, the Flower Prince was a standard support.
Direct combat was not his strong suit.
Jay summoned countless light birds to attack Roy, who simply ignored them and threw his sword.
As the sword sliced through the air and fell in front of Jay, the boy’s figure flickered into existence through the strong wind.
Body as a Sword.
Wherever the sword pointed, that was where the sword bearer tread.
Seeing Roy approach, caught off guard, Jay had no choice but to raise his textbook for defense.
It was at this moment that his smile resurfaced.
The instant the blade touched the textbook, the surrounding walls of light began to ripple, releasing pure white chains of light that tightly bound Roy’s limbs, suspending him in midair.
“Fool.”
“The intel on Iron Blood isn’t a secret. Did you really think I’d be completely unprepared?”
Jay raised the textbook, feigning innocence: “Sorry for deceiving you, but attacking the essence of the Cage of Light can break the barrier; however, if the power isn’t enough, it triggers its defense mechanism!”
“You’re done for.”
Visalia struggled to rise nearby: “Wait, the Iron Blood is indestructible; let me finish him off…”
“No, no, no. Let me handle it.”
“No need to destroy his body; just ruin his soul.”
Jay smirked, an eerie glint in his eyes, as he pressed his hand on Roy’s head.
“Do you know? No matter what kind of girl, the most beautiful sight is always when they’re on the brink of breaking down, eyes vacant.”
“Broken toys are the most interesting.”
“Be grateful; you’re the first man I’ve used this on—”
Pure White Holy Hand.
This move was originally a healing skill that baptized the soul with Holy Light.
But Jay had twisted it into a more sinister use, forcibly distorting the other party’s soul with his Extraordinary power, turning them into a lifeless puppet devoid of rationality.
This bore a similarity to a Lich’s ability; essentially, it was an unpredictable spiritual ability. Spiritual abilities are difficult to pin down, but once a hit lands, the repercussions are catastrophic and hard to heal.
In Jay’s eyes, the moment Roy was bound, he became fish meat ready for slaughter.
But just as Jay was about to delve into Roy’s soul, a familiar, piercing pain surged through him.
It felt like being engulfed in a scorching torrent of flames; this time, it was not limited to his palm but converged in the lower abdomen.
Soul Fire.
The soul fire from the Phoenix is the best protection for Roy’s spirit.
Should anyone invade Roy’s soul recklessly, they would meet the backlash of half a god’s existence.
Let alone Jay, a mere Sequence 6; even a higher-level Extraordinary Being with divine powers would face backlash if they weren’t adept in spiritual powers.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Jay screamed as he stumbled back, the textbook dropping to the ground.
Losing his control, the prison collapsed, and the chains shattered.
Jay himself fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen, his eyes bloodshot, howling pitifully, completely devoid of dignity.
Roy feigned helplessness: “Mr. Jay, what are you doing in front of so many people? Your fan girls will be heartbroken.”
Clearly unharmed, but he continued to feel the burning pain as if branded by a hot iron, Jay wore a mask of torment: “What… What did you do to me!?”
“Just a warning.”
“As long as you have even a tiny bit of lewd thought, that place will feel like it’s on fire.”
Roy’s control over spiritual power wasn’t that strong.
He was fully aware of the effects of the Cage of Light; pretending to be bound was merely a bait to lure the indiscriminately psycho Jay into a spiritual attack.
This way, the Phoenix had the chance to directly touch his soul.