The sudden change stunned everyone; they couldn't believe their eyes.
The person who attacked Krasic was Huntelaar, the No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire.
This tough and tall ape-like swordsman already stood up from the stone chair, and his height of 2.3 meters gave people surrounding him a lot of pressure. The thin silver sword that had the width of a thumb and was 2 meters long was shaking with a rhythm, and a dash of silver light would shot into the sky every time after it shook.
"What are you doing?"
"Sh*t! How dare you get involved in the battle between the Martial Saints?"
"Ah! Mr. Krasic is injured!"
The shouts of the audience members sounded on the open field; no one expected Huntelaar, who was treated as an honorable guest of Zenit, to sneak attack the Martial Saint Krasic when the battle was about to be over.
This was something that was not permitted. Getting involved in the battle between two Martial Saints was like disdaining the honor and dignity of the warriors of Zenit. What Huntelaar did would start up another war – if this news got out, Zenit had to declare a war against the Jax Empire! On Azeroth Continent, no empire would do nothing when its Martial Saint was sneak attacked in a Martial Saint Battle by another warrior.
"Humph!" Cold sneer sounded in the sky. Krasic's injured body that was shaking in the air suddenly stopped moving. With his hand on the Heavenly Sword, Krasic struck downward, and a green sword energy shot out of Heavenly Sword and chopped the 33 dashes of silver sword energies apart.
The green sword energy was still powerful, and it continued to dash at Huntelaar.
Huntelaar didn't dare to take this strike head-on. He turned his waist, and his bulky body dodged this green sword energy swiftly. Then, he suddenly stepped onto the ground. After a booming noise, a deep hole appeared on the ground. In the next second, he already appeared three meters away from Krasic in the sky after an air-piercing noise.
The thin silver sword danced in his hand crazily.
The sword didn't look like a sword; it was more like a silver whip.
As more air-piercing noises sounded, the blade of the sword traveled in strange trajectories as it struck at Krasic. In one second, Huntelaar already struck out 100 times.
Krasic looked pale. With his left hand covering the wound on his right chest and his right hand on Heavenly Sword, his body moved around his sword rapidly. Every time he moved, Heavenly Sword would block one strike from Huntelaar like a shield.
As this took place, sparks appeared in the dark night like a firework.
"Ahahaha, Krasic! I told you that you are going to die today!"
Martial Saint of Spartax, Lkunta, who was still a little bit terrified by [Forgiveness from Heaven], suddenly laughed loudly. As he looked at the blood rain made from [Fire Destruction Bear]'s body, the smile on Lkunta's face got vicious. As fires started to appear from the fleshes and the bones of the level 10 Demon Beast, Lkunta glanced at the viewing area and suddenly shouted, "Move!"
Before he could finish his word, changes occurred.
Costakarta, who was sitting still on the stone chair, suddenly stood up. His dark red metal armor made a series of metal-colliding noises as metal plates on it hit each other, and it sounded like tens of thousands of soldiers had appeared on this central sword peak. A terrifying murderous spirit appeared on the peak, and this was the unique murderous spirit this famous general had after numerous years of experience in battles and wars. Just like [Zenit's God of War] Arshavin, their murderous spirits weren't something that normal warrior can rival against.
Boom!
Costakarta drew out the blade from the scabbard on his waist and struck out. Instantly, a huge red blade energy that was more than 50 meters along appeared in the sky.
This was a blade energy filled with the unique murderous spirit from the battleground, and its target was the Martial Saint of Zenit, Krasic, who was still not at a disadvantage when facing the current two enemies.
Boom!
Krasic couldn't dodge it with two enemies around him, and his body was knocked away by 50 meters after he took this strike head-on.
No one expected this quiet and yet trustworthy famous elderly general would do something like this; he had dropped and abandoned all the honor and glory he was living up to all these years as a famous general and attacked a Martial Saint who was still in a Martial Saint Battle... When he did that, his hand that was holding his blade didn't even shake; he was very decisive and firm.
"You... Fu*k! Die!"
At this moment, Fei had woken up from the huge shock. He was no longer worried about hiding his strength, and he grabbed onto the thin air. His dual blades [Bul-Kathos' Sacred Charge] and [Bul-Kathos' Tribal Guardian] appeared in his hands, and he instantly used the skill [Leap Attack] and turned into a rapid bladestorm.
The green and red energies felt like they were about to tear the space apart, and the two blades struck at Costakarta like two roaring dragons.
"Back off!" The four black-armored guards behind Costakarta drew their weapons and struck at Fei, and four dark red energy flames dashed at Fei.
Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!
After a series of metal-colliding noises, the four blades in the four guards' hands were turned into halves. The green and red lights flashed by, and three heads flew into the air.
These guards were too weak in front of Fei who was in a state of fury. After one strike, three guards were turned into corpses. Only the female warrior who was a bit more powerful survived. She survived didn't because of her power; Costakarta was closest to her, and he was able to protect her at that moment.
After one strike, Fei got even closer to them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three blue lights flashed by.
Elena, who was standing far away, pulled on her bow and shot her arrows. With the temperature in the area dropping dramatically, three magic arrows dashed by Fei's ears and hair and targeted Costakarta's vitals spots such as the heart and the throat mercilessly.
After spending a lot of time together in Diablo World killing monsters, Fei and Elena knew what each other was thinking about by just looking at the situation. With the perfect coordination, Fei's two swords stabbed at Costakarta's heart as Elena's arrows arriving at the same time.
The famous elderly general of the Eindhoven Empire wasn't scared at all. With no expression change, he waved his blade and chopped away the three arrows. However, chilly energy got onto his blade, and even his arm was being covered by the blue frost energy.
"Huh?"
Costakarta frowned; he was very surprised by Elena's arrows as he didn't expect them to contain such strange energies. Although his right arm was frozen, he reacted fast. He quickly grabbed the blade of the female warrior who he just saved, and he used it to block Fei's dual swords confidently.
Boom!
The terrifying energy wave dispersed to the area. Costakarta couldn't stand still, and he quickly took a few steps back. At the same time, Fei felt weak as he was hit by the repulsive force from this collision, and he took two steps back as well.
"This old bastard is also a Moon-Class Elite?"
Fei instantly detected the level of his opponent.
Although he was surprised by the strength of this general, he was more battle-hunger as he was really worried about Krasic. He looked at Krasic who was fighting two enemies at the same time with calmness, and he knew that Krasic would be fine as long as he was able to hold back Costakarta himself.
As Fei turned around and was about to tell Cech and other masters from the affiliated kingdoms to back off before they were injured by this level of chaos, his eyes suddenly landed on the Crown Prince of the St. Germain Empire, Girano.
With the servings from the four beautiful maids, this handsome and promiscuous man was looking at the battle in the air with a weird smile on his face.
"There are representatives from three empires here, and both Huntelaar and Costakarta attacked. Who knows if this man would make his move as well?"
Fei suddenly thought about this, and he was even more shocked.
As he thought about that, the Crown Prince of the St. Germain Empire finished the wine in his golden cup. Afterward, he threw the wine cup on the ground and grabbed onto the black wand that was in front of him. A series of mysterious chants sounded from his mouth, and golden magic runes appeared in the air and circled around him. With the terrifying pressure of the magic runes, people around him started to have a hard time breathing.
"Damn! He is going to attack!"
Fei got anxious. From the surging magic elements, he could tell that this Crown Prince of the St. Germain Empire was almost on the level of Moon-Class.
The spell this man was preparing was definitely on the level of Forbidden Spell, and no one knew what it could do to the current situation. Although Krasic was powerful, he was injured, he was fighting two powerful warriors at the same time, and he was short on warrior energy as he spent a lot of it on [Heavenly Sword Three Strikes].
"How did this happen? Since these envoy groups from these three empires are permitted to come, why would they try to kill Krasic at the same time?"
"What is going on?"
"How?"
All these questions appeared in Fei's head, but these questions all turned into one thought after 0.01 second – "I have to stop Girano from chanting and block this spell!"
Before Fei could do anything, someone else did that for him.
Purple energy flames appeared, and a thin purple blade that was as thin as the wings of a bee struck at the Crown Prince of the St. Germain Empire who was chanting the magic spell.