Although they had gotten quite close to each other, there was still a considerable distance between the two. The surrounding terrain was quite extensive and vast, making it the perfect shelter for a battle of wits and power; capable of enduring struggles of hissing power, between life and death.
Although the Heavenly Thief kept a smile on his face, it was simply to mask his inner distrust. He knew his opponent's record: dismemberments, punctures, crushings and decapitations; It was a violent, relentless and cold-blooded game... And this was a battle where life hung by a thread!
On the other hand, the toned and blonde individual maintained an expression of zero emotion. Although his fighting style was defined as barbaric, he was not an ignorant idiot; He understood that with his crudely defined ability, it was going to be difficult to deal with someone who came from the upper continent; which was characterized by its mysterious and secret arts, with magical abilities of massive impact.
He had tried to research his opponent in advance and be prepared, but the timing was off. He only had one chance and he was ready to blow it all.
Even without any movement, his blood began to circulate violently. He had begun to use a breathing technique, to activate all the bodily senses; to finally be able to tune in with a warrior spirit and remember the tough battle that awaited him.
At the same time, the Celestial Thief named Gueyi began to perform some simple stretches and acrobatics typical of a clown.
As the fighters prepared for a battle that would define their lives, the public clamored for the next event. This excitement was quickly transported to his pockets, which were quickly emptied as if it were the work of the Heavenly Thief.
The coins that originally belonged to their pockets were now scattered and scattered uncivilly around the coliseum field. There were countless coins of different values, since there was no social distinction in the boxes.
Given this reaction from the public, the presenter quickly took charge of the matter.
"Who will survive, who will die; who will reek of high-quality liquor, who will finally suspiciously accept the cold lover's embrace."
At this anticipatory exclamation, a strange feeling was transported downwards to the battle area; reciprocally returning to the boxes up to the highest steps.
This was a reminder that made Gueyi's hair stand on end, who immediately took some distance from his opponent. He was clear about his abilities, which were not aimed at a head-on battle.
Darbbon, the King of Warriors, did not retaliate immediately. Having studied his opponent, he had relatively learned about his abilities and temperament; To his regret, he understood that he should take the reins of the fight in its initial period.
After all, distinguished individuals rested in the highest boxes; who would not have patience in a children's game of catch and find.
Without rushing, he summoned out of the air a magical seal with intricate symbols on its outer surface, from which an item emerged from its seemingly flat interior.
It was a very common magical item, used by powerful individuals who could afford it. Its objective was to provide support by serving as storage, but its space was limited and very small; so it only kept a broadsword of average length inside.
Geyi, observing this, began to scheme. He quickly got to work, summoning a thick black cloak that covered his simple outfit, just as he began wielding two daggers out of thin air.
The thick black cloak was of unknown origin, but the daggers were a magical item; which were made with enchanted silver, a material that was inherently tainted with chilling energy.
A cold and corrosive energy, ideal for silent murders...
But as its origin foresaw, that was not the end of its actions: from its direction hidden by shadows, came a shrill laughter that denoted madness, spreading across the vast space, carrying a sound that contained demons within it. When it had practically engulfed the entire terrain, a protective matrix emerged around the outside, capable of suppressing and prohibiting its further extension in the direction of the public.
That showed that it was actually a magical ability of Gueyi...
"Shrill laughter of maximum madness!" Dorbban expressed with extreme surprise.
"You belong to the Black Sun Creed..."
This revelation immediately put a solemn face on both of them. One knew a little and the other had been revealed to his mystery.
But neither of them recognized the extent of the other's knowledge...
But Dorbban quickly reacted, isolating the noise that had enveloped his surroundings. He remained unfazed, seemingly without any ill effects.
Small mouths opened and closed around him, containing endless darkness within. But with a huff, golden energy swirled over him, destroying a part of this phenomenon.
He finally made the decision to take action, approaching with small steps while dragging his broadsword through the dirt and undergrowth.
Leaving a clear trail through nature...
These sudden revelations and actions made the public hold their breath a long time ago.
But he suddenly revealed a prodigious movement ability, immediately appearing in front of Gueyi. The battle had begun...
The sunset was a single, horizontal blow from Dorbban, scraping the air and cutting off the breath of countless.
But at the end of the day, the only thing he scraped was air. Gueyi's figure quickly disappeared with the blow, turning into an illusion like a ripple in water.
Dorbban immediately saw the darkness spreading across the ground solemnly, but his expression was covered by undisguised anger. At this change of emotion, he grabbed his weapon tightly and charged at a shadow.
There was nobody there...
I only leave a disastrous trail where you will observe, untying roots and making terrible holes.
He tried until he finally found that weak and small figure. He attacked him with fury, but found himself in a dilemma... He could not land any blows, as Gueyi enjoyed impeccable body control and footwork.
But the wind produced by their blows still hit the dome that protected the people in the stands, raising dirt everywhere.
This did not matter to him in the slightest, who continued with his violent nature without deeply reflecting, landing blows without stopping on the agile figure of the Heavenly Thief. To his regret, his attempts were unsuccessful as they were dodged with precision and mastery due to the profession of his opponent who ordered it.
But these actions conveyed a unanimous understanding to those present in the stands: Darbbon was making an irreparable mistake. To many, it was obvious that Gueyi's intention was to wear down the vigorous King of Warriors, who had inevitably gained a reputation for his physical fitness.
According to the current interpretation of the battle, choosing a broadsword was a stupid mistake that could cost Darbbon his life, when facing a practical and skilled thief, who enjoyed the air as if it were the earth.
It was human nature, even affecting the experts; prejudice ignoring intuition.
To the chagrin of many, Dorbban continued with his inefficient demonstration, being stubborn in his method. But there was a change on the battlefield and that was that Gueyi no longer received the blows passively, but instead returned them with double the lethality.
The Heavenly Thief's movement was no longer limited to dragging its tough old snake skin, snaking through opportunities, but instead sought to sink its poisonous fangs into its unfortunate opponent.
The movements of the two combined, formed a work of art on the battlefield. Their figures were illusory and constantly disappeared, moving through the wind like lightning.
To the surprise of many, he achieved a small achievement in his task that quickly became a great achievement; showing a totally different efficiency than Darbbon's previous attempt. For by taking risks and sacrificing his well-being, he no longer concentrated on dodging the reckless offensive and instead dealt occasional slashes across his opponent's beefy body.
But this did not make a change in the tactics of his opponent, who had only received a few slight cuts, despite his tireless and uncontrollable offensive. But to his ecstasy, this had taken its toll, as it had caused a buildup of exhaustion and the small wounds were infected by corrosive icy energy.
Dorbban's subsequent retreat caused no shock to the public, who had decisively thrown in the towel regarding his reckless offensive and retreated away from Gueyi.
His condition was rapidly worsening, with his breathing strained and disrupting his flow of internal energy. Observing this scene clearly, Gueyi redoubled his excitement.
Therefore, the roles changed: Gueyi headed impeccably in the direction of his opponent in poor condition.
But a change happened that impacted everyone's expectations and especially those of Gueyi, since the King of Warriors stripped himself of his dignity, carrying out an unthinkable action. As he kept a firm grip on his broadsword, there was an imperceptible change in his crystallized eyes.
With a tense and fierce movement, like a wild beast, he threw his broad sword horizontally in the direction of the extremely fast and unsuspecting Gueyi.
Immediately there was stupor and silence among the public...
But Gueyi would not give up easily, who exercised all his skill, experience and talent in a movement that determined his life and death. Thus, he managed to bend his body into an unthinkable and impossible human form.
His action that was apparently going to save him made him take a mental sigh. But his heart was still tense, not at all in keeping with his flexible body.
But there was an extreme turn of events, when bloody needles expanded in Dorbban's iris and he bled from his nose with a fighting expression.
The weapon that was still acting as a spear immediately broke and split into sharp pieces that impeccably headed towards Gueyi's unprotected and baseless figure.
"Damn your mother"...
He could only summon a repulsive force around him as protection, but he took a direct hit.
The audience held their breath for countless times...
Only to watch as Gueyi fell and seriously impacted the ground of the field, without strength and helpless. His body was a mess of blood and flesh, with ligaments missing.
But even in such a state, he forced himself to remain alert and scheming. With countless thoughts formulating and breaking, combining into others to constantly fulfill the process.
Everything happened in a second, with death as a spectator.
In hardship he woke up trembling, with broken lips and a disfigured expression. His flesh was mostly destroyed and his hair was dirty, but even so, he watched his opponent with suspicion and a slight hint of helplessness.
He looked at the scene, the excitement of the Athenian public and his opponent who was barely recovering, taking a sigh full of resignation.
'Who would have thought that destiny would prepare good wine at the end of the road.' He thought, immediately turning his expression into a solemn one.
His breathing quickened and his fists clenched tightly.
To everyone's dismay, he turned into a ball shape, to the point that his face turned red. His wounds deteriorated immediately, expelling pieces of iron that were still in his body.
When his state was one step away from death, he finally uttered a simple but meaningful sentence: "Flesh Sacrifice: Reversal of Blood and Age."
With his words, the blood that he previously expelled from his body with his actions evaporated and returned to his constantly convulsing body.
What was blood before now took the form of a white vapor that contained strange runes and complicated drawings inside. It was an extremely vicious and gruesome technique.
"Who would imagine that he would dedicate his entire life to death." A faint voice was heard from the tumultuous crowd, excited by the turn of events.
But the beginning was only the harbinger of the next moment, when the flesh returned by will to Gueyi's body, as if it had a life of its own.
His figure twisted until finally black smoke spread from him towards the sky, forming a dark and archaic figure at the pinnacle of celestial crystallity.
The result was regrettable, there was no longer an image of Gueyi's heyday. He had shrunk to the size of a short man and his flesh had practically disappeared, being removed by palpable tissue and bone.
A pitiful laugh came from his scratchy throat.
Darbbon had watched this process in a daze while recovering from his serious injuries, but immediately reacted when he relatively stabilized his condition.
Gueyi immediately felt a wild, surging energy swirling over his unprotected chest, as he looked and laughed dazedly towards the sky. But he did not react with regret, but rather a smile formed on his face as he was repelled into the air by the blow.
From his mouth he vomited blood that turned into a vast red spit, which mysteriously turned into a ghost-like creature described in traditional folklore.
Its color was red and with a slippery instinct, it headed toward Darbbon's figure with icy fury and screams that brought terror.
This strange creature from the underworld immediately made Darbbon's hair stand on end, who stopped his attack and tried to take refuge from the ignorance of the effects of this technique.
But what terrified him the most was Gueyi's sacrifice to perform the subsequent release of the ability. At this moment he missed his soul-bound magic weapon: his broadsword.
He cursed his luck. During his free time, he had planned ahead and replayed countless situations in his mind... But it was his turn to face this stupid and powerful opponent.
Geyi, on the other hand, vomited blood constantly, making mudras without stopping while spreading blood everywhere. The blood he expelled turned into threads that surrounded an area on the periphery around him.
He was getting weaker and his figure couldn't even stand upright. Only when the threads he had arranged fragmented space into illusory crystals could he relax and calm down.
He threw himself on the ground without any consideration and began to regain energy with breathing exercises; but the margin was not so good, because he had to constantly supply power to the protective field he erected.
Darbbon was no better, for the ghostly creature had ignored all defenses and slipped inside. His expression was pale and he fought internally fiercely, summoning a dignified and golden aura, as he attempted to purify his conflicted spirit.
"Spirit-binding post-mortem ghost" had long since taken effect. He had kept Darbbon in a confrontation in his spirit, which had sapped his momentum.
But he did not accept such an undignified ending. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly became a luminous fuco that cleaned all contamination in this cursed sand, destroyed everywhere and with blood scattered in different places. Light murmurs could be heard around him, while his expression became solemn.
"O fallen heroic spirits, I invite you to the earthly plane for an evening with the indifferent beloved battle. Take heed, for the eternal flame of struggle." Darbbon said and intoned a total of three times, with extreme seriousness.
It was a high-level spell, coming from their orthodoxy. Even at his level, the difficulty was seemingly limitless.
But to his sigh, he was successful. Seven figures emerged from the earthly ground with illusory shapes that seemed capable of disappearing at any moment, but they were quickly covered with a golden energetic mantle.
There was no time to lose, when the seven figures rushed forward in a reckless and reckless manner against the area that had been surrounded by Gueyi's threads. They resembled soldiers of the underworld with commendable bravery, crashing against the threads without fear of anything.
But Geyi quickly had to be decisive, immediately summoning seven figures that imitated his appearance.
The space surrounding the reddish threads was strange and mystical. Reality seemed fragmented, revealing distortions within. It had no apparent lethality, but broken voids were sporadically seen between the fragments.
When the seven spirits entered and met the seven Gueyi doubles, they immediately distanced themselves. It was an illusory and distorted space, aimed at confusing the consciences of those who entered its interior; but the seven spirits summoned were devoid of consciousness, being occupied only by a fervent desire to fight.
This added even more paleness to Gueyi's haggard face, who was sweating due to pain and despair. But he watched as Darbbon stabbed one of his characteristic swords into the ground, which moved his heart.
But what made his eyes shine was watching how his surroundings became a luminous and golden space. Although he couldn't penetrate through his threads in a short time and reach his position, he gulped.
He was immediately transported to a realm of hope, because he knew this ability! It was a critical skill of great power and open field, but its apparent splendor still maintained a fatal weakness: whoever would execute it would not be able to move until finishing it.
This realm of hope quickly teleported to his legs, as he desperately moved in Dorbban's direction. It only took an instant and she was upon him, extending her daggers and countless hidden weapons, tearing skin and flesh.
But his impetus did not last long, as he once again found himself in the air with the taste of iron in his mouth.
He thought he heard: "Fiery Demon Bear Palm", but he wasn't sure...
And if that were not enough, seven protuberances lodged and protruded in his skin, due to seven perforations.
"Seven nails of God." Dorbban pronounced...
It was one of his secret skills, which was similar to "Golden Grave", since abundant energy was to be spread; In this case, the nails were hidden underground.
But it was not the end of the battle, because it was a technique to seal the target. But his massive energy utilization had already left him in a miserable state; With so many exchanges of blows, magical displays, and constant mentality, his energy had dried up to small amounts.
With regret, he had to summon a crown through a magical seal. This was one of his distinctive features on the northern continent, and the reason for his title as "King".
He had never shown it in foreign lands... But today was different, he was forced to star in a battle to the death.
The crown was drawn to his hands, to immediately throw it behind him, without any hesitation or pity. But the crown never fell, but rather attracted a magical phenomenon: a vortex of energy emerged from its shape, which became a small sun full of vitality. It arrogantly took up space and spit out flames like a Lord.
Geyi watched the sequence of events helplessly, while remaining sealed of will.
Performing mudras, Dorbban summoned a small flare of the supposed sun that danced around him. Finally with a decisive expression, he raised his arm to pronounce the final sentence.
"The spear of the lord."
Gueyi's contaminated blood ran through the field...