Of course, Han Shuo had his reasons for doing so. To defeat Ralph, his main strength was demonic arts. He would have to use his seventeen flying swords! However, if Han Shuo were to use his trump card in front of so many people, the patriarchs of the other three major family clans and the Divine Guard Chiefs in the City of Shadows would be able to immediately connect the dots to what happened in Hushveil City.
Those people might not be able to keep their mouths shut. As long as someone were to spread the news, Hofs of Hushveil City would surely come after Han Shuo and the Han family at all costs!
Obviously, this was not what Han Shuo wanted to see.
He took out a Banner of Hallucination. Layers of mist spread out and formed a large cloud that blocked everyone's vision. Wallace and the others couldn't see what was going on inside the cloud.
At the center of the Banner of Hallucination, Ralph was firmly suppressed by Han Shuo. There was no room for him to retaliate!
It was only at this moment that Ralph realized how wrong he had been! Before entering the fighting area, he had fantasized about defeating Han Shuo here and now. But now that the fight had begun, before Ralph could even see the situation clearly, he was entangled by beams of dazzling light. Under the light and shadows of the Banner of Hallucination, Ralph did not even know that the beams of dazzling light were the seventeen flying swords released by Han Shuo!
Ralph's Domain of Divinity was also firmly suppressed. All of his tricks and tricks seemed so futile in the face of such an unparalleled force. In the Avici Hell, Ralph felt as though he was a small boat in a raging torrent that could be swallowed at any moment.
Despicable! Ralph couldn't help but curse in his mind when he recalled Han Shuo's performance in the City of Shadows and saw the terrifying strength that Han Shuo had displayed.
An expert who could firmly suppress him without giving him the slightest chance to retaliate had resorted to a sneak attack right from the start. How despicable! It was like a burly man beating up a child and kicking the child from behind. That was how Ralph felt.
Beams of dazzling light flashed in front of him like an invisible net. A domineering energy that he had never felt before swarmed towards Ralph from all directions. Strong corrosive toxins and cold air flowed towards him, wearing down the divine energy in his body. His resistance became weaker and weaker.
Ralph felt extremely aggrieved. He could not see Han Shuo's face in the Avici Hell. He was trapped by the space formed by the seventeen flying swords. There was no way he could break out of this confinement. All he could do was exhaust the divine power in his body to resist.
And the ending seemed to have been decided from the beginning! Ralph knew that he had lost, and it was a crushing defeat!
…
Inside the sand table at the center of the Flying Cloud Mountain Range, Wallace and the others no longer lowered their heads to look at the sand table. Instead, they were whispering to each other and discussing the real situation in the arena.
In the most crucial region of the sand table, there was a cloud of mist that did not show any signs of dissipating. At this point, anyone could tell that the cloud of mist was man-made. It was impossible for such a phenomenon to occur in the middle of a battle between two highgods!
The crowd looked at each other. Aobashi and Erebus exchanged glances. They were rather worried.
"City Lord, what is Ralph trying to do? He must have deliberately created a cloud of mist to do something despicable to Brian! "said Rugersey furiously.
Wallace took a glance at Rugersey and said indifferently, "Who says that it must be Ralph's doing?"
"If it's not him, who else could it be? Brian?" Rugersey shook his head and said, "Given Ralph's strength, only someone with slightly greater strength would have the leisure to create such a cloud of mist. Who else could it be if not him?"
Although there were so many people in the arena, other than Wallace, the others shared the same thought as Rugersey. They assumed that the cloud of mist that obscured their vision came from Ralph.
Aobashi and Erebus bunched their brows. The two of them were the closest to Han Shuo and they did not want to see anything happen to Han Shuo. After hesitating for a moment, Aobashi said, "The battle between Divine Guard Chiefs is just a competition. It's not a fight to the death. Could it be that Ralph is doing this because he hates Brian for his victory three days ago?"
"Let's keep watching!" said Wallace coldly. He suddenly felt rather irritated.
The crowd was stunned. They could hear the displeasure in Wallace's tone. After staring blankly for a moment, they did not say anything else. They were all thinking about what was going on.
The rules of the competition between Divine Guard Chiefs were set by Wallace himself. Ralph, the Chief of the Second Corps, had to obey all of Wallace's orders. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems with the competition. Perhaps we are worrying too much! The crowd thought to themselves.
While they were inwardly puzzled, Han Shuo knew that Ralph's sharpness had been ground to dust. Sneering in his heart, Han Shuo suddenly plunged into the Avicinaraka Hell and launched a sudden assault when Ralph's divine energy was at its weakest. With the most ferocious attack, Han Shuo destroyed Ralph's remaining resistance.
The seventeen flying swords were suddenly withdrawn. Han Shuo, who had continuously blasted through layers of defensive boundaries, injected a few streams of demonic energy into Ralph's chest, rendering Ralph powerless to retaliate.
With one thought, the Banner of Hallucination was withdrawn. The Demonslayer Edge flew out from Han Shuo's arm and pointed at Ralph's throat.
"The mist is gone!" cried Camilla in surprise. The crowd's gazes were immediately gathered on the sand table.
The noisy murmurs suddenly vanished. The surroundings abruptly quietened down. The patriarchs and Divine Guard Chiefs of the major family clans were dumbstruck. They stared at the scene on the sand table in astonishment. Their faces were filled with disbelief!
In the sand table, Ralph's face was ghastly pale. He was lying limply on the ground as though he had collapsed from exhaustion. His eyes were wide open as he stared at his chest in fear. A pitch-black, ice-cold longsword that was as sharp as an awl was pressed against Ralph's throat. Even though they were looking at it through the sand table, they had no doubt that Ralph would die on the spot if the oddly shaped longsword were to be pushed forward!
In their eyes, Han Shuo was still wearing a faint smile on his face. However, at this moment, his usual gentle smile seemed somewhat cold. The patriarchs of the major family clans couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. They suddenly felt that Han Shuo, who had been talking and laughing with them, was a demon wearing a mask.
"Ralph has lost!" Wallace was expressionless. He shot a glance at Rugersey and said, "The one who created the mist must be the one with the upper hand. Now, you should know where the mist came from, right?"
Under Wallace's gaze, Rugersey put on an embarrassed face. He forced a smile and said, "I really did not expect that Brian would be this terrifying. He could even defeat Ralph!"
"Ralph has suffered a crushing defeat. He seems to be exhausted and unable to retaliate. On the other hand, Brian looks exactly the same as when he first entered the battlefield. He doesn't seem to have used any energy at all!" Aobashi put on a solemn face and said, "This is a complete victory. Even when I fought Ralph, I never had such an easy victory. It seems that I will have to hand over my position as the Chief of Divine Guard Chiefs to someone else!"
Upon hearing those words, the crowd once again focused their attention and realized that Aobashi was telling the truth. One side was completely unscathed while the other side was utterly defeated. It was a battle with a huge disparity in strength!
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into an uproar. They were whispering to each other with faces filled with amazement. They were constantly crying out in surprise and marveling at the strength Han Shuo had displayed.
The patriarch of the House of Kinson, Caspar, couldn't help but look at his daughter Jiya who was brimming with joy. He suddenly felt that it would be a great deal to trade his daughter's happiness for such a son-in-law! With that thought in mind, Caspar secretly decided that he would have a good discussion with his wife when he returned to the House of Kinson. He wanted her to persuade his daughter to act as soon as possible.
Caspar had sensed Han Shuo's enormous power. At this juncture, it was best to act as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary disputes. If things went smoothly, the House of Kinson's position in the City of Shadows would be even firmer. Even the House of Sainte would have to look at the House of Kinson in a new light.
Caspar did not have the slightest concern for his daughter Jiya's happiness.
Caspar wasn't the only one who had such thoughts. As he was making those plans, Wallace suddenly recalled Andre's proposal. For the first time, he realized how important Andre's proposal was to the House of Sainte. Wallace couldn't help but turn to look at Carmelita. Carmelita and Erebus were laughing and shouting 'Brian'.
Wallace, who was about to make up his mind, suddenly recalled the close relationship between Carmelita, Aobashi, Erebus, and Han Shuo. He bunched his brows and hesitated. 'It's not a good sign that they're too close,' Wallace thought to himself.
… …
Han Shuo looked into Ralph's eyes and slowly put away the Demonslayer Edge in his hand. He coldly said, "You have lost!"
Ralph continued to stare at Han Shuo. He was panting heavily and did not say a word. No one knew what he was thinking.
"This is a duel. I won't kill you!" Han Shuo turned around and said in an indifferent voice, "But if you dare to play any tricks, I can guarantee that you will die without a doubt!" Upon finishing those words, Han Shuo walked out of the arena.
Ralph looked at Han Shuo's back with a myriad of feelings welling up in his heart. One moment, he wanted to take revenge, and the next, he persuaded himself to bear with it. He was at a loss as to what to do.
"Brian, why is there mist all of a sudden in the arena? My elder brother was asking me about it just now! " Andre had long expected the answer. When he saw Han Shuo walking out of the arena with a smile on his face, he asked about the reason for the mist.
There were not many people around. Han Shuo explained, "There are too many onlookers. If I were to fight with my full strength, the people outside would be able to see my weapon and martial arts. The more people there are, the more mouths there will be. I don't want the matter of Hushveil City to get out. That would do neither the City of Shadows any good!"
Andre stared blankly for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I see. I will explain to my elder brother alone!"
"Many thanks!" Han Shuo expressed his gratitude and left the arena.
After a while, Ralph walked out of the arena. His face was pale and he looked like a critically ill patient. Andre cried out in surprise, "Ralph, do you want me to help you walk?"
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