As soon as Anfeng's words fell, he immediately swung a sword aura at Jellal. The sword aura wasn't huge, but its speed was extremely fast, and it was exceptionally sharp.
Jellal had no doubt that if he were hit by this sword aura, there would be no other outcome than being split in half.
Fortunately, speed was his specialty. With a flash of golden light, Jellal disappeared from his original position, leaving a golden line in the air, its trajectory winding around Anfeng's back.
Anfeng's expression turned serious as he swung his sword again, slashing backward. Another crescent sword aura suddenly appeared behind him.
At the same time, he twisted his waist, and after a half-circle of charging with the shield he held, it accurately reached Jellal's face.
At that moment, Jellal's pupils widened as he realized that dodging the backward sword aura was easy, but this shield strike, due to its lack of targeting, was unavoidable.
It should be said that the instant Jellal realized, his cheek was fiercely struck, and for a moment, his facial features contorted.
Bang!
The sound of Jellal's head being hit echoed. Simultaneously, it was the sound of his body colliding with the wall after being flung away.
In that moment, intense pain radiated from his cheek, and his head felt like it was shaking. Everything blurred before his eyes, and his consciousness was on the verge of slipping away.
His teeth were loose, blood gushed out from his nose, his eyeballs swayed erratically, and a roaring sound echoed in his ears, creating constant reverberations.
The Heavenly Knight was an extremely balanced close combat summon, every move and technique executed with full force. Therefore, Anfeng's seemingly casual move was equivalent to a peak strike with all his might.
To be hit so directly by such a technique and still maintain consciousness showcased Jellal's strength. In reality, he felt that if he relaxed even a little, he would immediately lose consciousness.
This feeling of dizziness and brain swelling took a while to slowly dissipate. Unfortunately, during this time, Anfeng had more than enough opportunities to kill Jellal repeatedly.
Anfeng did just that; he wasn't foolish or overconfident. Faced with an opponent like Jellal, any gap could not be overlooked.
Gripping the sword tightly with both hands, he stood firmly, raised it high above his head, and with a stern expression, swung it down. The speed of the sword swing left only afterimages, and the sword's edge cleaved through the air. No, it was as if the space itself had been sliced apart.
It was the largest sword aura to date, nearly soundless and silent, with only the buzzing sound of bees dancing around.
Quietly, the sword aura passed through Jellal's body, and even the wall behind him couldn't escape being split apart.
Whether it was the floor or the ceiling, they all showed cracks, extending to the split wall. The entire room seemed to be sliced open from where Anfeng stood.
In fact, the damage wasn't limited to just this area. If this castle hadn't been large enough, the Seven Sins might have had to change their headquarters tomorrow.
However, the perpetrator of all this, despite his heavy actions, showed no joy on his face, only a solemn iron complexion and deeply furrowed brows.
He stared at Jellal's 'corpse' in front of him with a look of anger.
It was a corpse divided into two halves, with an extremely smooth edge. The internal organs were clearly visible, and the split face still carried deep dissatisfaction.
However, these two halves were missing something crucial, making it obvious to Anfeng that it was fake.
No blood.
Everything else was realistic, but the expected spurt of blood was absent.
A faint footstep sounded from behind Anfeng. Without turning, he knew it was Jellal.
But he couldn't turn his back on the enemy, so Anfeng turned around, and what met his eyes was Jellal's face, a face he now detested.
"When did you switch them?" Anfeng gritted his teeth and asked. The feeling of being played with was unpleasant, especially for someone with a narrow mind like him.
"Still asking when? I would like to ask you when you started thinking that the one who came to find you must be the real one."
Jellal chuckled softly. At this moment, his expression seemed confident, as if he had returned to the genius mage with boundless prospects in the council.
"Is it a Thought Projection? Surprisingly, you fooled me too..."
"The Thought Projection I created is so lifelike that even those in the council couldn't see through it. Fooling you is nothing."
"Heh! Playing such weird tricks. Even if you fooled me for a while, do you think you can beat me?" Anfeng sneered but his eyes revealed a sense of embarrassment.
To this, Jellal just looked at him calmly and said softly, "Your strength, I saw it clearly just now. However, do you really think I was just silently watching you?"
With these words, Anfeng's face changed drastically, becoming very unsightly. Obviously, he remembered his duty here.
Guardian of the Altar of Evil.
"You, you bastard who plays dirty tricks..." Anfeng immediately cursed, but he stopped halfway because his attention was drawn to something else.
At that moment, in the depths of the room, in the dark corner, a bright light suddenly appeared. A magic circle was clearly visible, along with an object shrouded by it.
A not-so-large altar.
The only altar that would appear in this room was the 'Altar of Evil.'
Seeing it, Anfeng was overjoyed. The altar wasn't destroyed, so he hadn't failed in his duty.
Now, what he needed to do was to prevent the destruction of the magic.
He was confident that his sword could cut through the magic circle without harming the altar in the slightest.
Jellal didn't make any moves. He just murmured to himself, "It's useless. Once the Autonomous Collapse Magic Circle is cast, there is no possibility of stopping it."
As Jellal said, Anfeng tried every method, but he couldn't make any impact on the progress of the magic circle.
Once the Autonomous Collapse Magic Circle was cast, it completely collapsed in front of him, along with the Altar of Evil inside it.
At the moment the altar collapsed, Anfeng felt his heart also seemed to break. In the battle with Jellal just now, he had flaunted his posture, thought highly of himself, but in the end, he fell into Jellal's scheme, and the altar was destroyed by him effortlessly.
This humiliation was even more unbearable than death.
He stiffly turned his head, intending to use all his strength to crush Jellal and vent the anger in his heart.
A massive magical power surged, and in front of Jellal, a pitch-black hole appeared, so absorbing that even light seemed to be drawn into it.
The blackness expanded, and inside, it was no longer pitch black. Flickering starlight dotted the space, as if bringing the universe's expanse to this place.
Seeing it, Anfeng suddenly felt a sense of imminent death.
"I told you just now, I saw your strength very clearly."
"Therefore, I won't show mercy anymore."
"This move, in the celestial magic I mastered, is the most terrifying single-target damage, and it's also an unblockable move. Its attraction will take you into the dark abyss."
"Because it will undoubtedly take the opponent's life, I sealed this move a long time ago. But since the target is a summoned beast, it doesn't matter."
"Plunge into the endless darkness · Dark Paradise!"
The pitch-black hole, like a huge sphere, rushed towards Anfeng, but Anfeng could only stand there, wearing a grim expression.
Even without Jellal explaining, he clearly felt that he couldn't take this move. However, the suction from the black hole made it impossible for him to move.
As Jellal said, it was an unblockable move that could only be resisted with one's life.
Although Anfeng had no concept of death, he didn't want to lose the body he had waited for so many years. Yet, despite his unwillingness, it was all in vain.
The black hole disappeared, and at the same time, Anfeng's body disappeared. Only three cards fell silently to the ground.