Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1383

Sewell rushed out when he heard Darren shout. He was determined not to let Darren escape this time no matter what.

"What is going on? Have you decided to give up struggling since you know you are doomed?" Sewell roared. His eyes turned red with the fury coursing through him.

"Sewell, do you believe that you are invincible here?" Darren glanced at him, coldly.

Sewell frowned and thought, 'Is this brat scared silly?

Who else could be comparable to a warrior at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm in the Archean relic? Am I not the strongest?'

"Brat, do you feel that you can compete with me just because you have improved your realm?"

Sewell ascertained that Darren's cultivation stage had increased by one level and that he had reached the top-level of the Star God Realm.

"Cut the crap. Let's fight to the death!" Darren challenged.

Considering Darren's real strength, he couldn't fight against anyone at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm.

However, he had a trump card. The itchy toxin!

Earlier, when the two of them fought, Darren's strength was far weaker than now. Despite that, he had managed to hit and injure Sewell with a sneak attack. Now that he had the combat power comparable to a warrior at the peak of the low-level of the Celestial God Realm, he had a greater chance of injuring Sewell if he attacked strategically.

The power of the itchy toxin was not something that a martial artist at the Celestial God Realm could withstand. Only cultivators at the Superior God Realm could resist it because their bodies and blood were mightier.

"Okay!"

With a wave of the colorful flag, Sewell infused killing intent into his body.

In the sky above, a blood cloud gathered, turning the earth, which was tens of thousands of kilometers in radius, dark red. A strong wind blew. It tore the green field and sent yellow sand billowing up into the sky.

Boom!

Sewell was the first to attack. Several blood waves morphed into blood claws as they rushed toward Darren.

Simultaneously, Darren's sword intent buzzed, and six streams of sword intent surrounded him.

The blood waves collided with the sword intent, resulting in an explosion of such high intensity that Darren was forced to retreat dozens of feet. Fortunately, he wasn't injured.

Sewell frowned at the realization that Darren's sword intent had been upgraded.

His tentative attack, wherein he applied sixty percent of his fighting power, was ineffective.

It was unbelievable. How could a guy at the Star God Realm master such powerful sword intent?

"It seems as though you have some secret weapon. No wonder you dare to fight me."

"Cut the crap. Aren't you embarrassed by your inadequate performance?" A faint smile tugged at the corners of Darren's mouth.

Sewell's face twitched, and a sense of humiliation surged in his heart.

"You're courting death!"

Sewell's anger flared. He turned into a shadow and charged at Darren.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Twelve streams of sword intent rushed out from Darren, condensed into transparent swords, and besieged Sewell from various directions.

Bang!

A palm attack by Sewell shattered a stream of Darren's sword intent.

Since he couldn't see him, Darren welcomed this defensive action as it helped him determine Sewell's location.

Whoosh!

Darren wielded his blade and sword and flew in the direction from where the palm attack had been launched.

Simultaneously, he activated the first move of the supreme sword skill.

Loud clanging sounds reverberated in the void as the two opponents clashed. However, the two men, who were fighting, remained invisible.

Soon, a muffled sound was heard a split second before Darren appeared. A collapsed palm print was evident on his chest where Sewell's attack had landed.

Unfazed, he activated the second move of the supreme sword skill.

Almost instantly, intense sword intent swept forward like a massive tidal wave.

In response, Sewell released several attacks that morphed into bloody shadows that bombarded the sword intent.

"This is a good opportunity!"

A Spiritual Flying Sword rushed out from Darren's soul.

"Humph! You are using this move again!"

Sewell smirked. He had been prepared for this. How could Darren hope to trick him the same way for the third time?

Boom!

A blood wave blocked Darren's Spiritual Flying Sword. The collision's impact was so tremendous that the sword was smashed into pieces, causing a sharp pain to surge in Darren's soul.

Had someone else used the move, the agony in their soul would have significantly affected their fighting power. However, for Darren, soul pain was already a common occurrence and had little impact on him.

"Huh!"