Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 877 That’s it

"boom!"

A violent explosion erupted in the arena as the two collided.

The two engaged in a brief struggle. After realizing that she could not overpower the captain in terms of strength, Mavica retreated rapidly. The captain then raised his hand and conjured several black ice spikes, which shot towards Mavica as he pursued her.

Mavica dodged the ice spikes and charged forward again. She never regarded the captain as a minor character who could be easily defeated, so she was very serious when she made her move.

Watching the two men fighting fiercely below, Saffir sat on the high platform, his legs swinging casually, completely relaxed, as if watching a show.

Her undisguised actions naturally caught the attention of Kinich and Iansan. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously began to climb upwards, attempting to capture the girl watching the battle from above while the captain fought Vulcan.

Noticing the two men's actions, Saffir chuckled and, in the instant a gust of wind swept by, raised his hand, using his fingertips to deflect the spear that Ianshan was thrusting at him.

"What!" Ianshan's strength was immense. Even the God of Fire would not have been able to block her attack so easily when facing her full-force strike. She never expected that someone could block her attack with just one finger.

Just as Ianshan lunged at Saffir, Kinich arrived, circling behind Saffir in an attempt to ambush him from behind.

But Saffir seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; she easily dodged Ginich's fierce flying kick, and Ginich and Saffir brushed past each other.

As Kinich flew past him, Saffir raised his left hand, grabbed Kinich's calf, and then lifted him up and slammed him into Ianshan, who was wrestling with him.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Nata’s two combatants were casually tossed off the high platform by her, without her even moving her buttocks.

"boom…"

Their bodies crashed to the ground with a dull thud. Ginitch and Ian were dazed and confused, struggling for a long time before they could get up.

"Don't act rashly," Mavica said immediately.

Although she hadn't paid attention to what had just happened, she knew perfectly well that the two of them had gone to cause trouble for Saffir and had been dealt with.

As she fought the captain with wide, sweeping blows, she said, "That's the second Dark Priest of the Fools' Enforcers. You're no match for him."

"To be distracted by other things during a battle, you're arrogant," the captain suddenly said.

Mavica's expression hardened, and the next second, the captain raised his leg and kicked Mavica away.

Mavica let out a muffled groan as her body flew upwards uncontrollably, demonstrating the immense force of the captain's kick.

Saffir looked up at Mavica, who had already flown high into the sky, shielding his eyes with his right hand and squinting as he observed her: "After all, she has the strength to be a god; this kick shouldn't hurt her."

As expected, Mavica quickly regained her balance after reaching the highest point, briefly suspending herself in mid-air with her own strength. Then, she raised her hand and conjured a huge fireball, which she then hurled down at the captain.

A massive fireball slammed into the captain's location, and the violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire arena.

Saffir frowned slightly and subconsciously used Holy Light Protection. A bright yellow shield enveloped Kinich and Ianshan, who were still lying on the ground, to prevent the two children from suffering damage from the aftershocks.

Kinich and Iansan were only stunned by the blow, but they did not lose consciousness. After realizing who had protected them, they both opened their eyes wide in surprise.

In fact, they all knew very well that Vulcan's move was based on Night Soul energy and would not cause any harm to them, who were also proficient in Night Soul. At most, it would just feel a little hot and a little painful.

But Saffir didn't know that her shield seemed completely unnecessary from any angle, but...

Kinich and Ianshan had a strange feeling that the Fools' Executor, Dark Priest, was protecting them; it was true.

This little incident went unnoticed by the two who were locked in fierce combat. The captain struck again, this time with a massive ice spike that shot straight at Mavica.

Unable to dodge while airborne, Mavica had no choice but to take the hit.

His body, tilted by the icicle, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she had excellent self-control and adjusted her posture before landing, successfully stabilizing herself.

Just as she regained her footing, the captain, still caught in the aftershocks of the explosion, gave her no chance to catch her breath. Under the cover of fire and smoke, ice spikes were fired at Mavica relentlessly.

“It’s like shooting at a moving target…” Saffir exclaimed.

Kinich and Iansan frowned slightly. This person was being far too disrespectful to Lord Vulcan. What? She was the second-in-command of the Fools, on par with a god?

That's alright, she's right.

Mavica couldn't hear Saffir's mutterings, but she knew that continuing to be passive like this was not an option, so she took a deep breath and also entered the Night Soul Possession state.

Intense flames enveloped her body, and her originally orange-red hair burned into a bright yellow, like real flames dancing behind her.

The sunglasses she had been wearing at first, for reasons unknown, had now disappeared, and she was now in her most serious state.

In Mavka's hands, Earthshaker was wielded like a one-handed sword, slicing through the ice spikes that were shot at her. Soon, Mavka broke through the layers of protection, rushed in front of the captain, and cleaved through the ice wall protecting the captain with a single strike.

Yes, in just a few breaths, the captain's powerful elemental abilities have transformed this place into a glacier. To defeat him, the glacier must be destroyed first.

However, this was no problem for the serious Vulcan. With just a few strikes, the glacier melted completely, and the captain had to leap up to dodge the final, powerful blow.

Just as Mavica was about to turn the tide and shift from a passive to an active stance, the captain's eyes turned cold, and he thrust his sword through the air towards Mavica.

This requires close-quarters combat, using stabbing to gain the upper hand.

There are only two solutions to deal with such an attack: one is to overwhelm the opponent head-on, just like Safiel did with Ianshan, directly suppressing the opponent's offensive. This requires an absolute crushing of the opponent's strength.

The second option is to dodge, then fall into a complete disadvantage and continue to be pressured by the opponent.

Mavica couldn't overpower the captain, nor could she dodge and let him continue to suppress her, but she could try to confront him head-on.

She raised the Earthshaker, its blade meeting the captain's sword head-on.

The two weapons clashed again, and a crimson fireball engulfed the two men. The wind pressure generated by the violent explosion once again swept across the entire arena.

As Nata's most important landmark, this arena is quite sturdy. It's remarkable that it didn't collapse even after two god-level powerhouses fought like this.

Saffir stared intently at the captain and Mavica, who were engulfed by the explosion. The intense wind pressure whipped across her face, causing her black hair to dance wildly, but there was no tension in her heterochromatic eyes, as if everything was under control.

Ginich and Ianshan, however, had it much worse. The wind was too strong, and the two injured people, who had just gotten up, were shaken and fell to the ground again. They could only helplessly cover their heads and resist the oncoming gale.

At the entrance, the two Fools' advance team members who came with the captain were also blown backward and almost fell to the ground.

Saffir glanced at Shaplo, who looked rather unwell, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"That's too strong. If my master hadn't been here, I probably would have ended up in the same sorry state as those people below." Shaplow patted his chest in shock.

At such a high altitude, the wind pressure was even more destructive. Saffir essentially shielded Shaplow from all the pressure, allowing him to remain safe.

“Heh…” Saffir chuckled, not taking the wind pressure on him seriously at all. “Let’s keep watching, the outcome is about to be decided.”

The next second, amidst the billowing dust, the sound of metal clashing rang out again, and then the two figures emerged from the dust once more, fighting and soaring through the air.

Both of them were really fired up and started giving it their all.

Having finally turned the tide, Mavica naturally sought to fight. She also sensed that she was slightly stronger than the captain in terms of brute force, and this was her chance.

So she swung her weapon even harder.

Without any leverage in the air, the captain was finally pushed back by Mavica. He did a somersault to create distance, and because it was the captain who took the initiative to create distance, this gave Mavica an opportunity to attack.

Taking advantage of the captain's momentary sway as he retreated, Mavica conjured several fireballs and pursued him.

The captain, being a seasoned warrior, knew perfectly well what the retreat would lead to. Without pausing, he transformed into a black meteor and began to pierce through the air.

While dodging, he used his weapon to shoot down the fireballs chasing from behind.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mavica charged forward, using a fiery meteor as a feint, ready to deliver a fatal blow to her captain at any moment.

The captain saw everything, calmly shot down the pursuing fire meteor, and seized the opportunity to exchange another sword strike with Mavica before being knocked back dozens of meters.

But this time, both of them were at a stage where their old strength had faded and their new strength had not yet emerged, so the situation naturally became even.

And so, the two began their most primal and ferocious attack once again, the sounds of metal clashing against metal filling the air, and only two figures could be seen colliding in the air.

After another violent collision, the two were pushed back more than ten meters at the same time.

Saffir, who was watching the battle, said softly, "The next move should be the decisive one. It all depends on who can gain the upper hand."

"Master doesn't seem optimistic about this outcome?" Shaplow sensed the emotion in Saffir's words. If he was certain that the captain would win, Saffir wouldn't be so serious.

Saffir shook his head: "Vulcan is younger than the captain. The saying 'young and strong' isn't just a joke. In their prime, the captain would naturally win without a doubt, but now..."

Yes, Vulcan is currently in peak physical condition. Although he is not the strongest among the Seven Gods in terms of current strength, the captain's strength has also declined, so it's really hard to say who will win or lose.

The two combatants in the air had finished charging up their power, and a collision more violent than ever before occurred, but this time there was no explosion or wind pressure.

Because their weapons shattered during the clash.

In the brief moment they brushed past each other, the captain and Vulcan missed each other once more, leaving behind scattered fragments in the air—the weapons they had used earlier, now completely shattered.

Having failed to achieve anything with his first attack, the captain landed next to Saffir, used the platform for leverage, and leaped up again, flying towards Vulcan.

Vulcan also used a piece of black ice left by the air captain for leverage, and then flew towards the captain.

Having lost their weapons, their last resort was their bodies, and the two unanimously chose to settle the score with their fists.

“It’s ruined.” Saffir shook his head.

The fist is afraid of young men, and the stick is afraid of old men.

While weapon-based duels can rely on skill and weapon quality to gain an advantage, in a real fistfight, physical prowess truly comes into play.

It is obvious that Vulcan Mavica's physical attributes are superior to those of the captain, who has endured five hundred years of wear and tear.

As Saphir had predicted, after this exchange of blows, a violent explosion occurred on the field, with ice and fire clashing, but in the end, the flames consumed everything.

The explosion was violent, almost destroying half of the arena. The two Fools' advance team members had already run out of the entrance by then; if the arena had collapsed, they would have been buried in the rubble.

With nowhere to escape, Ianshan and Kinich could only huddle together, trying to resist the impact together.

Fortunately, Saffir was right above them, and a golden light shield with a cross engraved on it suddenly descended from the sky, isolating all the aftershocks of the battle and protecting the two little ones behind it.

Vulcan and the captain have landed on the ground.

As the smoke cleared, it was clear that Vulcan Mavica was clutching her abdomen in pain, her captain's punch having caused her considerable injury.

But she was still able to stand on the ground, and although her breathing was a little erratic, she still had the strength to continue fighting.

But the captain opposite her clutched his chest tightly, let out a muffled groan, and knelt on one knee.

Is he really at his breaking point?

Saffir looked at the captain kneeling on the ground, her heterochromatic eyes suddenly turning silvery-white. She stared intently at the captain, and from his burning heart, she saw something different.

"We can't continue fighting. If that thing is destroyed..." Saffir knew he had to leave the battlefield now, otherwise...

By this time, Mavica had recovered. She took a deep breath and walked towards the captain, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

The captain also sensed that Mavica had murderous intent. He forced himself to stand up, ignoring the injury to his chest. He gathered dense ice element in his fist, trying to resist Mavica's next attack.

Just as Mavica quickened her pace, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the captain, a gleaming dagger pierced the ground in front of her with a "whoosh," halting her advance.

"I apologize for disturbing you. Although this is abrupt, can this competition end here?" Saffir, who had been watching the match, finally stood up and said condescendingly.

She used a question, but everyone present could tell that she hadn't consulted anyone; she was simply informing them of her decision.