The Universe Is Innately Just 158 Final Push Part Five

The instant he knew that stopping his sword strike would end his own life, he decided to change the trajectory of his blow to change his fate. Instead of aiming for a clean slash through his neck, he changed the angle with a movement of his wrist and rotated his ankle and waist in an instant.

A whirlwind appeared under Fell's feet as the speed of his rotating waist augmented in an instant. From being back to the flying sword; the next instant, he found himself facing it, and saw the golden color it had acquired. He knew that he didn't have the time to execute any flashy sword technique to redirect it; therefore, he chose to face it head on.

He decided that going for a direct confrontation was the only way towards survival.

His arm bulged, and veins popped around his forearm and wrist before he executed a simple downward slash that used the entirety of his bodily strength. A sharp hiss escaped from his throat as he expelled the air in his lung during his effort, and the two swords made contact with a flash of sparks.

Fell was sent flying backward and flew behind the white clothed youth by using the last impact to redirect his movement. Meanwhile, the sword's trajectory was slightly changed but managed to arrive in front of its master.

"Nice answer. I know more than a dozen of cultivators of your level who would have lost their head during this exchange.", a commendable look could be seen on the face of the white colored youth. Even the way he used to speak with Fell changed as he gave the latter the impression he was in front of a senior brother.

Fell grasp on his sword tightened as he nearly dropped his weapon. The skin around his wrist was slightly swollen, and a reddish hue was apparent on it, showing the strength that was contained in the flying sword. He had evaded death by a near margin, but now was faced with the same scenario as before.

"I severely underestimated the speed and control of his flying sword…", he thought while sucking as much breath in his lung as he could. "I'm back at square one… I can't cross the distance between us without facing retaliation from his sword… And even if I manage to deal with his sword before I can advance enough to use my sword, It will come strike at my back…", his mind worked at top speed as he tried to recover from their last exchange. He was processing all the information he gathered during the clash.

He wasn't aware of the reason why the white clothed youth didn't attack him again, but he wouldn't be ungrateful and would use the opportunity to regain his breath. This current fight was similar to the one with the black skeleton, and it was dozens of times harder as the man seemed to be highly intelligent.

After a few seconds pa.s.sed, an annoyed tsk escaped from Fell's lips as his hand moved through his disheveled hairs. His eyes calmed down after a split second as he gazed at the white clothed man.

"Fine! You want to leave me as much time as I want?", he thought as a vicious smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh… That's quite the scary smile, there.", the white clothed youth didn't leave this opportunity to tease Fell as if he was a kid.

Fell closed his eyes as he felt he had no more options against the white clothed youth. From their last exchange, he was aware of the enormous gap between their strength. Their range was nothing apart, and the strength of their attack couldn't even be compared. His wrist was still shacking from their last exchange, and his will to fight was nearly extinguished.

A scripture appeared in Fell's mind as he regulated his breath. It was a single character, and the moment it began appearing, the air around Fell changed as his cloth began moving slightly. An interested look appeared on the white clothed youth's face as he noticed the change that happened in the s.p.a.ce surrounding Fell. He shut his lips and decided not to bother the young cultivator from New Casablanca, and patiently waited for him to prepare his attack.

He didn't know if it was just an empty bluff, but he trusted that the youth in front of him would show him a few more interesting things. And as he trusted that his flying sword could defend him against anything, he decided that waiting would benefit him. On top of that, the players who won through their four placement matches were far too low, and although he was an AI, he still wanted to enjoy this fight as much as he could.

Fell had completely shut down his senses; he had fully focused on drawing the character that was in the s.p.a.ce scripture. Line after line appeared in his mind, and after a few minutes, he managed to draw it completely in his first try. He killed down the excitement that was growing and focused on the fight that was happening.

His eyes opened, and he saw the white clothed youth's eyes locked on his figure. On his face was an interested look, the one which would appear when one was waiting for a revealing trick in a circus. Fell couldn't help but feel his anger boil his blood, but he managed to calm down as he only had one opportunity to pa.s.s through this trial.

"You like flying sword?", a joking tone was apparent in Fell's voice. "Here's mine!", he exclaimed while stepping hard on the ground.