The cheers of the audience had already been ignored by both sides of the battle.
In their eyes, only their opponents were left.
And the burning belief in his heart was the desire for victory!
With a whistle from City Lord Lu, both sides entered battle mode! Then, without any hesitation, he charged towards the other party!
The sound of metal colliding could be heard. This was the first time the knight's sword and the sickle came into contact.
In the following period of time, this kind of sound continued. It was like a war horn beating rhythmically, slowly raising everyone's emotions to the climax!
…
Torras's performance was a feast for the eyes. Just as the others had said, his movements were elegant and unrestrained. Even though he was fully focused, Torras didn't give up on the aesthetics of showing off his skills in battle.
What Sabelle brought was an ordinary knight's swordsmanship that did not have any sparks in it. However, this simple and crude sword technique wasn't at a disadvantage in the slightest against Ulas' ferocious attacks.
Exchanging blows, they were evenly matched.
In terms of combat style, Torras was aggressive while Saber was on the defensive. However, this didn't mean that Saber was weak. It was just his style.
Torras was like a violent gust of wind, while Sabelle was like an unmoving tree. In a short period of time, no one could do anything to the other.
To his surprise, it wasn't Torras who was better than Sabelle in terms of skill. Although Saber was in a defensive position and did not move much, he used the knight's rapier in his hand to draw a "circle" on the ground. Within this circle, Saber was the uncrowned king. No matter how hard Torras tried, he couldn't break through this impenetrable circle.
However, Torras was actually very strong in combat as well. Although he wasn't as good as Sabelle, it wasn't because he didn't study enough. Rather, it was because he had more tricks up his sleeve than Sabelle.
First of all, Torras appeared to be unarmed, but in reality, his missing left leg was replaced by a sickle, and this sickle was his most powerful weapon!
Secondly, Torras had developed many strange techniques with the sickle as his core. For example, he could use the sickle's toughness to jump more than ten meters into the air, jump, and descend at high speed. Sabelle, on the other hand, couldn't do such a thing. With Torras in control of the air, Sabelle had to focus on defending against attacks from above.
Third, Torras's attacks were unconstrained and unpredictable. You couldn't even imagine where they came from. They were like the wind that blew through the hall, penetrating every opening and invading everything.
Of course, Torras' disadvantage was also very obvious. Generally speaking, surprise attacks were meant to catch the enemy off guard. However, Sabelle's defensive stance did not allow him to be unprepared at all. Outside the "sphere", Sabelle was an impenetrable turtle shell. Inside the "sphere", Sabelle could still attack and defend. That was why Sabelle was able to restrain a genius like Torras.
However, Sabel's' circle 'was simply too small. Even though he wanted to expand it, Torras' powerful attacks prevented him from doing so.
As a result, this battle became a tug of war, and it all depended on who could grasp the opponent's weakness in the end.
In the judging area, Leon's eyes were shining. For a battle maniac like him, this battle was like a perfect banquet that a glutton would praise. Every movement, technique, and the details of the battle were like the most exquisite food that Leon could not help but taste again and again.
Leon also wanted to share his excitement with others through words.
"What do you think, Angor?" Leon asked in a soft voice when the battle reached a stalemate.
As far as Angor was concerned, the battle was very interesting.
Both combatants were restricted to the supernatural level, but they were still able to fight better than some low-leveled or even intermediate apprentices.
Previously, it was rumored that Sabelle had killed a supernatural being. Now, it was proven to be true because Sabelle did indeed possess such strength.
Angor told Leon his thoughts, and Leon nodded in agreement.
Angor noticed that Sunders' eyes were also on the stage. But strangely, Sunders' attention seemed to be drifting to the sky.
"What are you thinking about, sir?" Angor asked curiously.
"The duel reminded me of the time when I went to challenge the Tower of Infinity many years ago. Back then, my illusions were still weak, and I did not develop nightmare illusions yet. My battles were more bloodline based. "
Sunders paused a little as if he was recalling something from the past. He did not continue, but Angor could clearly see the emotions in his eyes.
"What do you think, sir?"
"Considering their level, they've already performed very well," said Sunders. He looked back at the stage and spoke in a slightly emotional tone, "This Sabelle, with his vision and strength, has already reached the limit of what can be done in the current age. 'It's a pity that he's limited by his mortal body. If he can become a superhuman, his simple sword and Shadow Cat Blood will allow him to break through many shackles. If he wants to draw a circle on the ground, he can use Shadow Cat's power to quickly conquer cities.'
"Shadow Cat Bloodline is only a way to break through his shackles. There are many other supernatural methods that can help his simple sword reach a higher level."
Sunders' response was exactly what Angor was thinking.
Sabelle had already reached the limit of what a mortal could do. If he wanted to go further, he would have to become a supernatural.
"There are many places that ordinary people cannot reach, and extreme moves that are difficult for ordinary people to do," said Angor. "What about Torras?"
Sunders thought about Torras' story from Angor. "Torras has more potential because he has a broader mind. If Torras could've gone to the Fey Continent and become a supernatural, he might've become a great wizard. "
Sunders was right. If Torras was not trapped on the Dark Island, he might have left his name in history.
"But compared to this battle, I'm more interested in the future of the dream wasteland," said Sunders. "If people can bring their own strength into the dream wasteland, they will be able to use it in the future. They will even be able to develop their own fighting skills.
"I think the people behind Sky Tower and Tower of Infinity will be very worried."
However, it was still a long way to go before the dream wasteland could be popularized in the wizarding world. At least, he could not let too many people know about the dream wasteland before he mastered the core authority of his Nightmare Domain.
The dream wasteland was too big of a pie to swallow. Even if Angor was willing to share it with others, not everyone could control their desires as well as Sunders.
Desire meant wanting more after getting something, and wanting it even more when you couldn't get it.
It was like a greedy, insatiable mouth. If Angor didn't master the core authority of his Nightmare Domain, he would be devoured by the wasteland in the end.
Besides, there were still many problems to consider. Would people trust him enough to enter the dream wasteland? The equipment needed to enter the dream wasteland …
Angor still needed to think about it carefully.
…
An hour later, the battle was still going on. It was already a long time for mortals to fight each other.
Most of the combatants still looked energetic, but they were already showing signs of exhaustion.
Meanwhile, the spectators were all thinking about the same thing. Who would win in the end?
Everyone had their own supporters, and everyone had their own guesses. However, only a few people could tell who would win or lose.
Even Lyon, a former knight and a future bloodline extraordinary individual, was still at a loss at this moment. He whispered into Angor's ear, "Who do you think will win?"
Either one of them couldn't fight, or they fell out of the arena.
Angor considered for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know."
In the real world, Torras would have won already. His soul had been cleansed by the passage of time, and his supernatural power had begun to grow. He no longer relied on his skills alone.
If Sabelle were in reality, he would've been a mortal and old man. He wouldn't have been able to fight Toras even if he wanted to. The only reason he was able to fight on par with Toras was because the dream wasteland had solved the problem of "energy and injuries".
In other words, the dream wasteland closed the gap between Sabelle and Torras.
If one really wanted to say who would win, it would depend on how the situation on the field would develop, and whose luck and ability to deal with details were better.
While waiting for the result, Sunders left the area. First of all, it had been a long time, and they were about to reach the end of their journey back to Padt Manor. Second of all, the battle itself was too weak. Sunders thought it was just a way to kill time, so there was no need to worry about the result.
Besides, someone as strong as Sunders already knew what the result would be.
After Sunders left, Leon could no longer sit still. He even shifted his attention away from the match.
"Why is Mister Phantom here? Didn't he go with my professor to capture Roland?" Angor asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.
"Didn't I tell you that Roland has been captured?"
"You did say that, but didn't you say that something had happened and that Roland was still being interrogated?"
"It's all over now. We've reached a preliminary agreement with Roland, and they're on their way back. I think they'll arrive at Padt Manor in an hour or two."
Leon's eyes lit up when he heard the explanation.
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