Anderson activated his skill, Shadow Coffin. In an instant, shadows that seemed to have come to life encompassed the entire arena and even headed toward Fang Xingjian's body.
These shadows that had come to life did not seem to be mere shadows, but some kind of strange energy. Even the light that Fang Xingjian's body kept on releasing was unable to expel these shadows.
Moreover, as the entire arena was encompassed, it was almost impossible to dodge the shadows.
Not only did the Shadow Coffin have the special effect of weakening physical structures, but the five senses of those who were encompassed by it would also be cut off, as if they were really a dead person sleeping in a coffin.
This was a secret that only Anderson knew at the moment.
Just as he used the Shadow Coffin to encompass Fang Xingjian, Anderson shot out from the shadows, thrusting a black sheet in his hand toward Fang Xingjian.
The sheet in his hand was very strange. It looked like a large piece of shadow surrounding his palm. However, this piece of shadow formed the shape of a blade, drifting in the air as Anderson thrust it toward Fang Xingjian with great force.
The trapping skill was still the Shadow Coffin, while the killing skill was called Death God's Dagger.
This was the Shadow Death God's ultimate technique. It would send the opponent into a coffin made of shadows and then use the Death God's Dagger to take away the opponent's life.
In the legends of Miracle World, the Death God slept in a coffin formed by shadows. Each time he woke up, he would use a dagger to take away the opponent's life.
Anderson's job as the Shadow Death God seemed to have inherited this legend.
The Shadow Coffin weakened the opponent and cut off their five senses.
The Death God's Dagger was a piece of shadow. It had no thickness or physical form, yet it could cut through everything.
With the two combined, it was almost certain death.
From the moment Anderson activated the Shadow Coffin to the moment he performed the Death God's Dagger and stabbed toward Fang Xingjian, his expression was solemn and his movements heavy. It was as if he was not killing but holding a mysterious sacrifice.
Each of his actions and each step he took contained a mysterious aura. It was as if he wanted to send Fang Xingjian into eternal darkness, offering him up as a sacrifice to the legendary Death God.
A crisp pfft sound rang out, and the Death God's Dagger gently stabbed into the Shadow Coffin. It then penetrated through the entire Shadow Coffin without any obstruction.
It looked like a magic show where a living person was slammed into a box and then cut open.
After one hit, the entire shadow coffin turned into fragments that filled the sky and drifted between heaven and earth. At this moment, the living shadows on the ground also began to retreat.
Obviously, Anderson couldn't maintain that kind of shadow that defied common sense for a long time.
However, after the shadow fragments filled the sky, there was nothing. Fang Xingjian's body was nowhere to be seen.
Anderson's heart skipped a beat. In the next moment, he felt a huge force coming from the back of his waist. Caught off guard, the violent force was completely absorbed by him. It traveled from his waist to every corner of his body, turning into a wave of intense pain. At the same time, he was sent flying.
Only then did Anderson notice that he was too close to the edge of the arena. Although he was kicked a few meters away, he twisted his waist, turned around, and tried to find a way to stop his body on the ground.
But when he landed, he was already out of the arena.
Anderson lifted his head abruptly and looked at Fang Xingjian, who was slowly withdrawing his leg. He shouted, "It's light? You're not only using light to suppress my shadows, but also to force me to use my ultimate move. At the same time, you're also changing the light to interfere with my vision, creating a mirage? "
Fang Xingjian kept his longsword and slowly walked down the arena.
Anderson shouted, "Is it or isn't it? Answer me! "
Fang Xingjian did not stop in his tracks. He merely said calmly, "You're too reliant on your eyes."
Hearing that, Anderson suddenly touched his eyes. It was true that as a Knight who needed to control shadows and assassinate his enemies from the shadows, he was too concerned with the changes between light and shadows. He was also too trusting in the information his eyes gave him.
Anderson glared at Fang Xingjian's departing back, but he did not say anything more. He just turned and left.
On the spectator stands, Ferdinand waved his hand fiercely. This time around, as long as Fang Xingjian defeated Hoult, he would be able to become the Regional Champion. In addition to the bets from the rankings in the previous stages, he would be able to earn at least two thousand gold.
Tresia Clan's Forbidden Army Commander, Adri, looked at the victorious Fang Xingjian and said coldly, "Although he seems to be pretending to be magnanimous, as if he wants to defeat Anderson in all aspects and even give him a good battle environment, he's still using light. He doesn't want to give his opponent the chance to unleash his full power. "This is because he still wants to conserve his energy and stamina to deal with Hoult. "Hmph, seems like he doesn't have much confidence in defeating Hoult. That's why he wants to conserve his energy and increase his chances of winning."
Xiu Yi asked, "Sir, between Fang Xingjian and Hoult, who do you think will win?"
"The sword attack Fang Xingjian used to defeat Meng Hao was very powerful. If Hoult's Astral Tempest is paired with a level 29 Divine Weapon, it will also be very powerful. "Let's see who makes a mistake first and gets seriously injured first." Saying this, he smiled. "If Fang Xingjian gets seriously injured, it'll be very beneficial for my next operation. "On the contrary, if he were to seriously injure Hoult or even kill him, he'll have formed a feud with the Astral Ancestor's Myriad Stars Palace. That'll be even better."
On the other side, Wei Leng and Hoult had already entered the arena.
The assistant examiner asked them if they needed to clean up the arena and renovate it. Both of them shook their heads.
Looking at Wei Leng, Hoult shook his head. Streams of silver light soared up into the sky, and the Astral Tempest wreaked havoc in the entire arena. It was like many nebulas in the universe, surrounding Wei Leng entirely.
Hoult did not take Wei Leng seriously at all. Compared to those Knights who were still fighting with their fists, kicks, and moves, his Astral Tempest was already like a second transition Knight's. It was a competition of pure extraordinary strength.
Although Wei Leng had attained Heaven's Perception, it could not change the fact that his foundation over the past few decades was too weak. Even if he had attained Heaven's Perception, it would still take him several years or even over ten years of hard work to catch up to him.
Right now, Wei Leng had a great advantage in terms of moves. With the insight of Heaven's Perception, he could even bring forth new ideas in his illusory sword technique, greatly increasing its effects.
However, before absolute power, all these were meaningless.
Hoult's right hand slowly clenched into a fist, and countless streams of stars condensed and transformed, turning into a fist that was the size of half the arena.
"One move. Wei Leng, if you can take this move of mine, it'll be your win."
As he spoke, Hoult pushed his palm out and pressed down across space.
At the same time, the huge astral palm that had gathered in midair also slapped down. Wei Leng only felt that the sky had turned dark. As Hoult's palm slapped down, it was as if the entire sky in his vision had disappeared.
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