Nobilis of War novel Chapter 93

A tense fight was approaching.

The young man stopped halfway in his advancement. He could sense that the growing energy force ahead would smother him.

He was just a cultivator at the top stage of the Mysterious Realm, same as Elder Thomas. How could he take on a cultivator of the Wonder Realm? At this very moment, the two cultivators of the Wonder Realm in his team rushed forward and activated their vital energy, pushing back against the opposing force. Otherwise, the young man would have suffocated under its weight.

The two energies collided. The powerful impact between the two sides sent shockwaves across the arena. It was still too much for the young man to withstand. He took several wobbling steps backward to maintain his balance against the force, but the impact had injured him, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Meanwhile, the two cultivators of the Wonder Realm continued to fight Michael.

"We have underestimated his cultivation base," said the first cultivator. "I can't believe he is this strong even though he is just at the primary stage of the Wonder Realm."

The two cultivators were awestruck to find that despite their shared efforts, the clash against Michael ended in a tie. But they had intended to use their first bout only as a test to see the level of Michael's cultivation base. They had yet to exert all of their vital energy.

Darren, who had been standing beside the arena, retreated several steps as well. Part of his cultivation base had been revealed, but he did not show his trump card. He was waiting for the right moment now. He would assist Michael to fight against the two cultivators when the time was right, but it was still risky to do so now.

"Darren, are you all right?" Elsa asked with concern in her brows, as she took his arm to help keep him from falling backward. However, she too was feeling the impact of the intense fight and she had difficulty withstanding the off-shooting energies.

The movements of the fighters as they exchanged blows summoned an intense hurricane. The powerful forces around the two cultivators and Michael injured many by-standing disciples who were near the arena. Most of them were at the seventh or eighth stage of the Spirit Realm. Many spat blood against the ground, and others fainted, unable to bear the unruly energies.

"Everyone! Retreat!" Wayne cried out from the back of the crowd. "I will summon the Shield Dome to protect you guys. Sect Elders, please gather the disciples there!"

He closed his eyes and began to murmur to himself in a soft, shallow voice. When he opened his eyes, there were many glowing runes that hovered around his hands. A giant dome suddenly rose up behind him, covered by the runes. Then the sect elders quickly ushered their disciples into the dome.

The dome protected the disciples from the powerful forces clashing around the arena. Without the dome's defenses, they would have suffered the uncontrolled energies and fallen to their deaths.

"It's so horrible! I want to go home!"

"Elders! Save us! We don't want to die!"

Many disciples wept with fear. Even if they could survive the day, the trauma would haunt them for the rest of their lives.