King's Awakening-Chapter 737 - : Moore the Protector

Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Moore the Protector

In the battlefield, The Leader of Tianlong City gradually felt that something was amiss, as his onslaught began to falter. He felt a mixture of anger and frustration within his heart, as he had originally thought that with the power of Tianlong City, he could easily defeat White Mitchell. However, he hadn’t expected his opponent to be so exceptional.

The glow of White Mitchell’s sword seemed to be omnipotent, like the bright moon in the night sky, ruthless and proud. Each of his strikes contained countless intriguing might, forcing others to only run away on sight.

The desperate look in the Leader of Tianlong City’s eyes as he watched White Mitchell made it clear he finally realised that he had fallen into the trap of his opponent. He swayed to avoid White Mitchell’s lethal strike, but in doing so, he unintentionally left himself exposed.

White Mitchell sneered at the leader of Tianlong City. His sword rapidly flew out in succession, beating back his opponent several steps. Despite this, the Leader of Tianlong City showed no intention of retreating. He gritted his teeth severely, seemingly ready to deploy his final attack.

Boom!

A sudden storm whipped up in the sky with thick dark clouds. The violent wind howled past. Infinite darkness slowly spread out to cover the entire sky and battlefield, as if to corrode everything away completely.

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White Mitchell turned around; he knew the darkness in front of him was destructive, yet he could not back down; he had to fight till the end. He lifted his sword, the sword flashed brightly, revealing his determination.

He clenched his teeth, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness, preparing to confront this invading darkness. The darkness quickly enclosed around White Mitchell, but just when it was about to completely engulf him, a crisp voice rang out.

“White Mitchell, forcing me to this point, you are indeed formidable, but this is as far as you go!”

Just as the voice fell, the leader of Tianlong City appeared amidst the dark clouds, his entire body emitting a chilling aura at that moment.

White Mitchell chuckled coldly. He was not afraid of the leader of Tianlong City at all, on the contrary, he was filled with fighting spirit. He lifted his sword and pointed it at his opponent, saying, “Your pretences and tricks won’t change your fate. Come meet your end!”

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No sooner had his words fallen than White Mitchell darted forward like lightning, his sword shedding radiant sparks. He rushed towards the leader of Tianlong City. The two swords interlocked and numerous sword glows danced across the battlefield. For a time, the battlefield seemed to have turned into a gigantic sea of swords.

The Sword Intent of the leader of Tianlong City and White Mitchell collided, creating frequent heart-stopping explosive noise in the air. Every blow from the two was fraught with murderous intent, as if they could easily send their opponent flying back.

In the battlefield, The Leader of Tianlong City gradually felt he was in a bad position, as his onslaught began to falter. He felt a mixture of anger and frustration within his heart, as he had originally thought that with the power of Tianlong City, he could easily defeat White Mitchell. However, he hadn’t expected his opponent to be so exceptional.

The glow of White Mitchell’s sword seemed omnipotent, much like the bright moon in the night sky, ruthless and proud. Each of his strikes contained countless intriguing might, forcing others to only run away in awe.

A look of despair filled the eyes of the Leader of Tianlong City as he watched White Mitchell, finally realizing he had fallen into his opponent’s trap. He swayed to dodge White Mitchell’s lethal strike, but in doing so, he unintentionally exposed himself.

White Mitchell sneered at the leader of Tianlong City, his sword rapidly flashing out in succession, forcing his opponent to retreat several steps. Despite this, the Leader of Tianlong City showed no sign of backing off. He gritted his teeth harshly, seemingly ready to deploy his final attack.

Boom!

A sudden storm whipped up in the sky with thick dark clouds. The violent wind howled past. A boundless darkness slowly spread, enveloping the entire sky and battlefield, seemingly wanting to corrode everything away.

White Mitchell spun around; he knew the impending darkness brought destruction, but he couldn’t back down; he had to fight till the end. He lifted his sword, the sword light growing intensely bright, revealing deep determination.

His teeth clenched tightly, his body rapidly disappearing into the darkness, ready to combat this dark invasion. The darkness quickly closed in on White Mitchell, however, just when it was about to completely engulf him, a sharp voice echoed out.

“White Mitchell, you have driven me to this point, you really are something. However, this is as far as it goes!”

As soon as his words fell, the leader of Tianlong City emerged from within the dark clouds. At that moment, his entire body was oozing an icy-cold aura.

White Mitchell sneered coldly, undaunted by the Leader of Tianlong City. On the contrary, his heart bloomed with combativeness. He lifted his sword, pointing it at his opponent, declaring, “Your deceptive semblance can’t change your impending doom! Quickly, come meet your death!”

No sooner had his words faded than White Mitchell launched himself towards the Leader of Tianlong City, sword gleaming with the force of his attack. Their blades intertwined, creating countless flashes of sword light on the battlefield. For a moment, the battlefield seemed to transform into a vast sea of swords.

The Leader of Tianlong City collided with White Mitchell’s Sword Intent, the air pulsating with heart-pounding blows. Every strike they parried was deadly, as if able to effortlessly repel the opponent.

The battle on the field escalated to its climax as the swordsmanship between White Mitchell and the Leader of Tianlong City grew fiercer. The burst of sword light was dazzling, reminiscent of blazing flames.

White Mitchell dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the fight, channeling his exquisite swordsmanship and brimming combative spirit to amplify his strength to the maximum. His movements were agile, his offense and defense balanced, each of his sword strikes accurately falling on his opponent’s weapon.

At the same time, the Leader of Tianlong City stubbornly held his ground, doing his utmost to block White Mitchell’s relentless offensive. His movements were extraordinarily nimble; each evasion allowed him to dodge White Mitchell’s blade while launching a counterstrike. He channeled his inner fury and despair, fearlessly confronting White Mitchell’s Sword Intent, in a firm defence of the honor of Tianlong City.

The fierce battle ensued, the atmosphere on the battlefield intensifying. The force of their swords, accompanied by violent gusts and stormy clashes, seemed as if the entire world was on the brink of being engulfed in the cycle of the sword.

Suddenly, White Mitchell expelled all his strength with his skill, the Whirlwind Sword. His sword momentum was fierce, the Leader of Tianlong City caught in an alarming situation. In a flash, his sword was knocked off his grip by White Mitchell.

Exciting anticipation glowed in White Mitchell’s eyes; he bellowed, “Leader of Tianlong City, you may be strong, but before me, you are destined to become no more than an insignificant ant!” He removed his white robe in the heat of the battle, revealing his towering stature.

The Leader of Tianlong City staggered, consumed with rage, clenched his jaw stubbornly. Adrenaline buzzing, he lifted his sword and launched an aggressive counterattack against White Mitchell while ceaselessly searching for a weakness in Mitchell’s defense, seeking an opportunity for a retaliatory strike.

Still, White Mitchell remained calmly focused, his sword momentum swift and inexorable, circulating an unfathomable cosmic power around him. His flawless offense left the Leader of Tianlong City defenseless, his weaknesses laid bare under the relentless hammering of Mitchell’s swordsmanship.

In the heat of the battle, White Mitchell gradually dominated, edging his blade closer to his adversaries’ body, threatening his life.

“No!” The Leader of Tianlong City roared in fury. He knew he had no room to retreat, but under the duress of the impending attack, his only line of survival was to fight tooth and nail until the bitter end.

He radiated a dazzling light, a formidable aura commanding respect all around. Despite White Mitchell’s powerful sword momentum, the Leader of Tianlong City did not crumble, and instead faced the final blow head-on.

The clashing of their swords reverberated across the entire battlefield, instantly freezing the atmosphere. The silent interlocking of the sword movements suddenly culminated in a spectral rainbow, shooting into the sky.

A smug smirk flashed on Mitchell’s face, confident that his strike would be the coup de grâce. However, at the very moment when the sword light shot into the sky, there appeared an unusual glow in the heavens.

It was a ray of light, pure and clear, shining brilliantly like a star. Intertwining with the sword light, it gave birth to a tremendous force.

White Mitchell and the Leader of Tianlong City sensed the extraordinary nature of this force. Their eyes filled with shock and thrill, but also an intense desire for battle.

“So, my worthy opponent has finally shown up,” White Mitchell thought expectantly, eager to see the one who could measure up to him.

“This power… Is formidable,” echoed the Leader of Tianlong City, filled with uncertainty yet revealing his warrior instinct.

As the light became increasingly bright, two figures emerged from the void — one exuding an aura of grand, wild arrogance while the other was gentlemanly but enigmatic.

“Leader of Tianlong City, your rival has finally arrived,” the mysterious figure stated in a voice that was as cold and aloof.

The Leader of Tianlong City gripped his sword tightly, his razor-sharp gaze fixed on White Mitchell and the mysterious figure. As he realized this was his final chance, he decided to fight with everything he had.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me? I won’t be taken down so easily,” The Leader of Tianlong City glared at White Mitchell, his eyes flashing with a frosty murderous intent.

White Mitchell smiled slightly, his eyes beaming with determination. “Is that so? I don’t believe so, I’ve played with you long enough, there’s no need anymore.”

His voice was firm and confident.

The tense atmosphere on the battlefield reached its peak. Both sides were ready to fight until the very last moment. Swords clashed once again, conjuring a storm that ripped through the entire battlefield.

In the midst of this sky-filling sword light, the sword energies of White Mitchell and the Leader of Heavenly Dragon City intertwined, sparking a heart-stopping collision. The battle entered a new phase, their swordsmanship skills becoming more exquisite and formidable.

As time passed, the battle turned wild and brutal. Blood and sword light spattered across the battlefield in a blink of an eye. Although both sides were exhausting their strength, their fighting spirit grew even stronger and fiercer.

Finally, it was the last moment of battle. The light in the sky grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the whole battlefield like daytime. The silhouettes of the two warriors slowly disappeared into the light, leaving only their crossed swords behind in midair.

At last, a dazzling sword light flashed, and the entire battlefield fell into silence. Only two figures were left standing – White Mitchell and the Leader of Heavenly Dragon City.

Bang!

However, at that moment, one figure fell to the ground with a thud.

White Mitchell still stood in the middle of the scene, akin to a monument, eternally enduring in this world.

After settling matters with the pursuers from Heavenly Dragon City, White Mitchell found the God of Heaven War and his companions.

The God of Heaven War was still unconscious. Fortunately, the Earth War God was awake, while Lucy was taking care of them.

The highly placed genius from the Beast Controlling Sect was, at this moment, willingly taking care of the two strangers.

If not for their encounter in the Secret Realm, their paths might never have crossed in this lifetime.

“Heaven’s condition is not promising, I’m afraid…” Lucy expressed her concern to White Mitchell.

Although she had already administered many Spirit Pills and elixirs that she brought with her to the God of Heaven War, his vitality was still unsteady, like a flickering candle in the wind, always on the verge of going out.

Without hesitating, White Mitchell sliced open his palm and dripped his blood into the mouth of the God of Heaven War.

The power of the Spirit Pill was not fully absorbed, he learned from the Spirit Pill.

At this moment, the blood in White Mitchell ran thick with the medicinal power of the Spirit Pill. If administered to the God of Heaven War, it would not only heal his injuries but also enhance his cultivation by absorbing some of the medicinal power of the Spirit Pill.

Afterwards, White Mitchell also made the Earth War God take some.

Though the Earth War God was initially resistant, he gave in with White Mitchell’s insistence.

After drinking White Mitchell’s blood, the injuries of both the God of Heaven War and Earth War God visibly started to mend at a rapid speed.

Their complexions returned to normal, looking full of strength and fighting will.

“Thank you, Superior.” The God of Heaven War gazed deeply at White Mitchell, his eyes filled with gratitude.

White Mitchell shook his head and smiled, “We’re all brothers, no need for formalities, let’s continue our journey. We’re still within the encirclement of Heavenly Dragon City.”

At this moment, the War Gods of Heaven and Earth had completely recovered their strength, displaying their mighty power and divine majesty. A faint glow enveloped them, seemingly activated by the effect of the Spirit Pill.

The Earth War God voiced out, “Superior, from their conversation, it seems that the one in charge of hunting us down is a Protector named Mo from Heavenly Dragon City.”

Protector Mo?

White Mitchell frowned. He didn’t know much about the goings-on of Heavenly Dragon City.

He had no idea how strong this Protector Mo was either.

However, one thing was certain – Protector Mo’s strength definitely surpassed those he had just slain.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to gather.

White Mitchell turned to look, and saw an unknown danger lurking within these dark clouds.

The gloomy sky was shrouded in grey clouds, like a gigantic lead-coloured cloth covered by an invisible force, making people almost breathless.

In the distance, a mountain range was faintly visible. The black peaks under the dark grey sky seemed even more towering, like a solemn and dignified guardian. The trees on the hillside swayed in the wind, as if provoking, pointing to the impending storm. Leaves fell from the branches, dancing in the air.

Slowly, the clouds began to spread to every corner of the sky, forming distinct layers of heavy clouds. It was like ink spilled onto paper, black and grey gradually taking over most of the sky, with only a small crack where the setting sun faintly shone. Looking out, the grey clouds connected inch by inch until the end of sight, as if a giant invisible net had covered the entire world.

As time passed, the wind grew more furious, the howling accompanied by heavy thunder. Closing your eyes, you could feel the chill as the wind whisks against your face, as if millions of tiny knives were about to pierce your fragile skin. In the distance, the sound of galloping horse hooves could be heard, a group of fearless and swift wild horses charging forward. Their fluid manes danced in the wind, resembling clusters of flames, brilliant and hot, seemingly welcoming the impending storm.

The heavy rain was gradually approaching, spreading a refreshing coolness as tiny droplets fell onto the earth. It started unnoticeably constant, but in an instant, the rain became more dense, drumming a rhythm on the windows, as if nature was preparing for the upcoming battle. The residual dust on the ground began to be dampened by the rainfall, blending into the grass and forming muddy wetlands.

The sky began to roar, the thunder resounding, as if thousands of soldiers were surging above. Despite the darkness, suddenly, lightning illuminated the storm, lighting up the night. The powerful arcs cut through the sky, tearing the air and bringing piercing bolts of lightning. Their brief illumination brought a hint of dawn, intensifying the storm’s fierce relentlessness even more.

The dense rain was like countless silver needles, shooting towards the earth. Raindrops of all sizes hitting one’s body felt like a million soldiers charging, the bone-chilling coldness beenough to cause a tremor in anyone’s heart. Vehicles drove through the rain, spraying water and forming a fine water curtain. People opened their umbrellas in an attempt to shield themselves from the rain. However, looking out, it was clear that this rainstorm wouldn’t take much effort to overcome any resistance.

The ground began to shake as if threatened. The thunder howled like a beast in between heaven and earth, causing the world to tremble. The gale uprooted trees on the riverbank, lifting weeds and leaves from the ground and swirling them in the air. Looking towards the mountain range, the rain washed down the slopes, bringing a gurgling sound as if the earth was calling out.

The clouds had swallowed the blue sky in an instant, leaving the sky as solid as a copper wall with iron bastions, without any gaps. The scent of the storm, mixed with the humid oceanic smell, was carried along by the wind. The scent of the wilting bitter neem flowers permeated, mixed with the scent of soil on earth. It was as if a lost ant had tasted a drop of dew and clung tightly to the land, not letting it silently dissolve.

People watched this moment of nature without batting an eye, as if they could feel the earth’s pulse pulsating as they pulled at it, and nature was giving birth to its own power. This storm was like a dialogue between nature and humans, filling people with awe and realizing their own insignificance.

The flowers on the plain helplessly swayed in the pouring rain, like a lament to nature’s song. But in the following days, they would bloom more brilliantly, more beautifully. This is the law of nature – it is better to feel harmony than to fight, and if you were willing to listen and let go of your stubbornness, you would be bestowed endless beauty.

However, White Mitchell and his companions had no time to notice any of this.

Because within those dark clouds, one could vaguely make out a giant flying beast hiding, and on the back of that beast, were countless human figures…