Redfield's aura surged, his foot stomping as he rushed Creed.
Clang~!
Their blades met with a crisp ring.
He forced Creed back. Standing ten meters away, Redfield raised his parasol blade high. Scarlet brilliance shimmered along the edge as he swung down fiercely.
Nothing seemed to happen.
Creed's pupils contracted—something was wrong.
A crack split open across the ice, racing toward his feet at terrifying speed.
An invisible slash!
"Jing Lei! (Thunderclap!)"
Creed's blade, Rinne, flashed with black lightning, shooting forward like a laser beam.
But it vanished, as if swallowed into thin air.
Crack!
The ice split apart.
Creed's expression hardened. He dodged quickly, but the strike was too sudden, too fast. A shallow wound cut across his shoulder.
The burning pain spread. His heart sank—so it wasn't visible sword energy, but hidden beneath the ice!
Across from him, Redfield glanced at the scrape on his own arm. His eyes grew solemn. Creed's sword aura was as swift as lightning itself.
The two stared at each other, battle intent blazing.
Redfield's aura flared, a scarlet sun rising behind him, radiating dominance.
"Slash!!!" he roared.
The red sun blazed, dazzling like fire. A massive crimson sword aura ripped through the sky.
Shrrrk!!
The fiery slash tore the air, shattering ice beneath it, reducing it to powder.
With unstoppable force, it bore down on Creed like a scorching sun, ready to consume and purify everything.
Creed lifted his gaze. His eyes reflected the fiery red glow, shining golden.
He stepped back once, steadying himself. Taking a deep breath, his eyes blazed like a king's, dazzling, commanding awe. His aura surged skyward, overwhelming, demanding submission.
"Rinne: Shura-dō!! (Asura Path)"
He slashed down.
A tyrannical, jet-black sword aura erupted, spreading into the air like endless night, like a black hole swallowing all light.
In that instant, Creed seemed a sovereign ruler, his presence blazing at the center of the world.
The strike made even the air tremble.
The two devastating slashes collided midair.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
The explosion was like a nuclear blast.
Crimson and black sword energy clashed, storm winds howling, ice and snow annihilated, dust and debris torn apart.
The earth cracked open with countless massive scars, like the world itself splitting.
One side was fiery red sky, the other endless darkness. Light and shadow clashed, neither yielding.
At last, they twisted together, fusing into a half-black, half-red orb of energy. Inside, sword intent boiled like a volcano about to erupt, like a nuclear detonation on the verge of ignition.
BOOM!!!
The orb erupted, fire and blackness swallowing all.
A blinding explosion burst outward. For a moment, sound vanished—only black and red filled the world. All that could be heard was the harsh breathing of survivors.
The shockwave erased ice and snow, shattered sculptures, and filled the air with a storm of shards.
Through the smoke, two figures clashed once more.
Clang! Bang!!
Weapons collided, scattering the dust, revealing the battlefield.
Hannibal, Sadie, and the others stared dumbfounded, jaws dropping wide enough to fit an egg.
The battlefield had collapsed downward ten meters.
No—this was LV6's extreme cold hell. The ice here was ten meters thick. Their clash had ripped it open, exposing the true earth beneath.
For twenty meters around them, the ground was obliterated. The ice farther away fractured according to distance, collapsing in jagged ruin.
They swallowed hard. This level of power…
Hannibal muttered blankly, "It's over… if the warden's this strong, then as deputy I'll never get promoted."
Then he sighed in relief, patting his chest. "Luckily, this warden is only temporary. Magellan will be back soon. If Creed stayed forever, I'd never climb the ladder…"
Sadie and Hannyabal ignored his nonsense, eyes locked on the battlefield.
There, the two combatants strained, faces flushed, locked in deadlock.
Neither could overpower the other.
"How about we add more to this?" Redfield said.
The two leapt back simultaneously, almost in unspoken agreement.
The ground beneath them collapsed again from the delayed backlash.
Panting, both stayed sharp—against an opponent of this level, one misstep meant defeat.
"It seems our swordsmanship is evenly matched," Redfield said.
"Indeed," Creed replied.
"Then how about we not limit ourselves to swordplay?" Redfield's aura flared, mixing with his surging killing intent. His robes whipped wildly.
Until now, both had only used swordsmanship—no other powers.
"Fine." Creed's aura erupted, equally fierce.
The real battle… was only beginning.
…
(End of Chapter)
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