Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 5128

The power of the Martial Path was pure and unadulterated, originating from the physical body, soul, bloodline, and the power of the deepest heart.

James had reached this realm for several epochs, but he had never engaged in battle. Now, he had unleashed the supreme Martial Path Power, and he felt a bit uneasy.

He stretched his body and felt strength coursing from head to toe. With a calm and confident expression on his face, he looked at Laird who was in grimed face, making a gesture of invitation. He calmly said, “Go ahead, show me how powerful a powerhouse from the outside Endlos Plane can be.”

Laird’s face was dark and dreadful. He could not sense any Path Energy or fluctuations in James. ‘This brat is truly mysterious,’ he thought.

At this moment, a radiant light manifested before him, forming into a longsword. Laird grasped the longsword and initiated the first attack. In an instant, he appeared in front of James, thrusting the sword with lightning speed.

James stood his ground. Just as the longsword was about to pierce him, he raised his hand and caught the sharp tip of the blade between his fingers. Despite gripping it, the power contained in the sword was terrifying. Even James felt the overwhelming strength, and his body was forced to retreat continuously. The void beneath and behind him collapsed.

The Sword Energy from the sword was too formidable. James could not hold on any longer, so he released it just in time. A dreadful Sword Energy surged toward him as he let go of the blade. As though it would strike him, he vanished from his original position mysteriously. In the next moment, he reappeared behind Laird.

Before Laird could react, James’ palm had landed a vicious blow on his back. The muscles on his back instantly ruptured, and blood gushed out. He retaliated with a sword strike, but James had already disappeared again.

Laird was considered one of the weakest in the late stage of the Sovereign First Rank. Even if James were to confront a powerhouse of this rank from other planes who had infiltrated the Central Plane using his Tressencia Completare Art, victory was not guaranteed.

Laird was injured, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and he wore a menacing expression. He tightly gripped the longsword, his arm’s veins bulging. The formidable power flowed into the longsword, making it tremble and emit a crisp sound.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

He forcefully swung the longsword in his hand.