Nobilis of War

Chapter 1382 Fighting Sewell (Part Two)

"You cowards! How could you allow yourself to stand back and let two women take the lead instead?"

Shaw curled his lips, agitated from the thought that Finley and Weber would prefer cowering behind the

secure mantle of women rather than fighting themselves like men.

"Sally, Beatty, get out of here. I'll deal with him." Weber spoke up, almost instantly, unable to digest the

insults hurled at him.

"Don't be impulsive, Weber. He's obviously trying to provoke you. Don't let him get to you, because

that's what he wants," Sally assured Weber, calming him down. She then turned to Shaw and

continued spitefully, "You're just jealous that we're protecting Weber, aren't you? We're doing it because

we want to, and that makes you antsy. You're just a repulsive monster who never had any woman to

rely on, isn't that right? No need to get so anxious, you will never find a woman who deems you worthy

enough to shield you anyway. You're just not worth the trouble!"

"You bitch! How dare you talk down on me! I'll make you regret every word that came out of that vile

mouth of yours!"

Enraged by her words, Shaw prepared himself to avenge his honor with his fists instead of subjecting

to a lowly confrontation of hurling insults at one another.

Exuding predominant aura, Shaw raised his hand. A full moon scimitar spiraled out of his fingertips and

effortlessly split into hundreds of copies, splintering the space around it.

"Sally, stay sharp. Here it comes!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Beatty wielded a heavy sword. Its sword intent was heavy and profound, and it was incomparably

powerful.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

What Sally carried was a soft sword. The sword intent it released was soft to the touch, but it was still

indestructible. It was so agile that even the god's sense couldn't keep up with its movements.

Boom!

The moment Beatty's sword intent clashed against Shaw's scimitar, the collision sent shockwaves of

energy, flying for distances far and wide. They were actually equally matched in power.

"Humph. Not bad." Shaw scoffed, concealing his shock at Beatty's abilities. She actually proved to be a

worthy adversary for him despite her appearance.

'I can't believe this. And here I thought this would be a breeze. Damn it!' Knowing that the woman in

front of him was no trifling foe, Shaw began to contemplate his decision to take them on. To add insult

to injury, he was outnumbered, and he wasn't even exposed to Sally's capabilities as of yet.

Engrossed in sizing the odds in his mind, Shaw fell victim to his own distraction as Sally's endless soft

sword intent closed in on his vital point without him realizing.

Startled by the sudden advance, Shaw was unable to dodge.

"Howl!"

In a moment of desperation, he activated his god's power to surround himself with a protective shield.

He watched in utter disbelief as his protective shield gave way, countless cracks paving into it, Sally's

sword intent desperately trying to invade its walls.

However, his weak defense wasn't all for naught. During the constant tug of war between his shield and

Sally's sword intent, Shaw bought enough time to remove himself from its scope.

He propelled himself up in the air, as far as he could move to avoid the attack. The next moment,

Sally's sword intent forced its way into the protective shield where Shaw originally was, disposing of it

in an instant.

'These two women...I underestimated them. They're really something!'

Sharing his shock, Beatty and Sally eyed themselves up in utter disbelief, astonished at their own

extent of power.

"Look at us, Beatty! I can't believe we're so powerful!"

"I know, right? I didn't expect this either!"

Witnessing the spectacle from the sidelines, Lindsay, Finley, and Weber tilted their head in unison.

They wondered how the two girls were clueless about their own potential. Both of them had displayed

reluctance when confronted with anything mildly dangerous, so they had pinned them as the weaklings

of the bunch with a cultivation at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm.

Judging their strength from their portrayal, the two of them were at the peak of the low-level of the

Celestial God Realm.

"Beatty, let's beat him black and blue till his face swells up like Weber's!"

"Good idea! Let's play with him a little!"

Listening to their indirect mockery towards him, Weber pouted, looking away.

The two girls had everyone spellbound with their whimsical approach at their battle. They were like two

fairies, frolicking around Shaw, forcing him to his wit's end.

"Like I'd lose to the likes of you!"

Shaw roared, frustrated from being continuously underestimated. He mobilized his god's power,

mustering up every ounce of his strength.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The intense energy oozing out of his body fluctuated in rapid waves. As a result, the surrounding space

fell victim to violent tremors and collapsed under pressure. The sheer force generated by his god's

power pushed Beatty and Sally back involuntarily.

"What just happened? What's all this power? I suddenly feel inferior to him..."

"Don't worry, Sally. He won't be able to kill us." Beatty could tell that he had reached the extent of his

fighting potential. He exhausted all his strength to pull this off, intending to shift the tide of the battle to

his side.

"Sally, I've got an idea. Let's activate the Ten-star Double-lotus Swordsmanship! We'll be able to defeat

him if we combined our strength."

"Alright, let's do it!"

The Ten-star Double-lotus Swordsmanship was a joint attack skill that Lord Starry Sword had

concocted exclusively for the two of them. However, they had no previous experience of ever using it. It

was a gamble, but they were left with no other choice.

"Destroy him!"

The two girls held each other's hands and levitated as they began to spin.

The next moment, the clouds in the sky gave way and shone a layer of starlight, forcing the spectators

in a trance from its spectacle as it descended towards the girls, engulfing their bodies with its fluttery

influence.

The gentle sword intent converged with the heavy sword intent, creating an unusual sword intent,

which condensed into a pink lotus and flew towards Shaw.

Shaw watched it close the distance between them but refused to budge. Spitefully, he sneered, 'How

cute. What harm could a lotus do? It's nothing but a treat to the eyes. I sense no aura coming from it.

Getting rid of this would be a cinch!'

He took out the full moon scimitar and lunged himself forward, facing the lotus with all its intensity in an

attempt to cut it down.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

Suddenly, the mysterious pink lotus began spinning fiercely, brewing up a tornado choked with tens of

thousands of petals darting out in all directions.

"What is this? No way!"

The deadly weapon masquerading as a harmless pink lotus shocked Shaw to his core. The petals were

doused by the sword intent, and their speed and power were off the charts!

With the situation overturned, Shaw desperately tried to escape to save himself.

But it was already too late.

"Fuck!"

An ear-splitting shriek of horror was heard before it quickly drowned out, becoming a distant memory.

Shaw's body lay disemboweled by the lotus petals, causing a blood mist to erupt from his disfigured

self.

"Is it over? Did we win?"

"Wow, Beatty! We're so awesome!"

The two girls flung themselves at each other in excitement, jumping up and down, rejoicing in their

victory.

Meanwhile, while Darren meditated in seclusion, time ticked away slowly minute after minute. Soon, six

hours had passed.

The strength of the storm had begun to wear out from its previous intensity. It seemed that the battle

between the straw man and the straw girl was about to reach a conclusive end.

Darren's soul practiced sword skills in the void. He had practiced the third move of the supreme sword

skill relentlessly for hundreds of thousands of times.

"If I don't pull this off flawlessly, my sword intent might collapse."

The difficulty level of the third move was hundreds of times more than the first two moves. Additionally,

the slightest screw up in the method could trigger the sword intent riot.

Darren had faced the brunt of making several mistakes already. If he made another mistake, the sword

intent evolved from the third move would go berserk and eventually destroy his elixir field.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Darren brandished his sword, and soon the void was fraught with perfect sword trajectories sweeping

through it.

Outwardly, his sword seemed slow in its movements. While in fact, it was frighteningly agile.

"I must conquer this!"

Soon, Darren was confronted with the same barrier where he had previously struggled.

"A swordsmanship from the heart is superior in all aspects..."

Suddenly, it dawned upon him that the sword in his hand had lost its mobility, but he felt an abnormally

swift sword shadow slash out.

The sword shadow originated from his heart.

Boom!

As a result, the void shook like a leaf from the pressure. The third step suddenly shone brightly, and

majestic sword intent poured into Darren's body, riding his meridians like the tidal wave.

At this moment, Darren not only felt a qualitative change in his sword intent but also felt that his

cultivation level was about to experience a rise.

At the same time, since the outside world was devoid of any godly energy, he felt his body grow

restless with severe levels of thirst.

He immediately took out a large number of Divine Essence Stones. At this moment, even if he did not

take the initiative to absorb them, the Divine Essence Stones would automatically turn into godly

energy and seep into his body.

In less than thirty seconds, more than half of the Divine Essence Stones in Darren's Space Ring had

been consumed, and his realm had risen to the top level of the Star God Realm.

"I never expected a breakthrough from this!" NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Overwhelmed with his progress, Darren stared his body down, beaming with pride. He had long known

that executing flawless practice of the third move of the supreme sword skill would improve his

strength. Now that his cultivation level had risen, his power would also increase by leaps and bounds.

Having experienced significant growth in both aspects, Darren suddenly felt himself grow restless to

trade blows with Sewell to test the limits of his strength.

"Sewell! Show yourself!"

Darren didn't avoid him anymore. He felt more confident than ever in his abilities. With an authoritative

voice, he invited Sewell to face him.

When he had no luck receiving a response, Darren concluded the storm to be an obstruction, blocking

his voice from reaching Sewell.

Half an hour later, the storm gradually subsided. The pressure Darren felt suddenly decreased, and the

feeble storm could no longer stop him from moving.

Whoosh!

Darren flew out almost instantly and remained levitating in midair, announcing his presence.

"Sewell! Come out and fight me!"

This time, Darren's voice was dominant, unfaltering. His words echoed throughout the distance, like

thunderous clouds declaring a looming disaster.

"So, you've finally decided to crawl out of your hole, huh?"