Nobilis of War

"Big deal! You think only you have an Omnipotent Talent Skill, right?" Michael sneered. Then Michael released his vital energy as he reached a hand over his head. A moment later, thousands of palm-shaped forces dropped from the sky.

"Myriad Palm Shadows! Attack!"

"Thunder Firing Blade Intent!"

Michael and Moore, two cultivators of the Wonder Realm, exerted their Omnipotent Talent Skills at the same time.

In the face of the god-like forces coming together between Michael and Moore, the bystanders watched with bulging eyes and breaths held in their chests.

"Gods bless us! Bless Master Michael to win this fight! Otherwise, we would die here today."

Many of disciples began praying to the gods for help.

"Get ready, Darren!" Wayne whispered to Darren. "This round will consume half of Moore's energy. It's all about the timing."

Darren observed for a while and shook his head, speechless. Wayne didn't know what he meant by that.

"What's that look? Opportunity knocks. Don't miss your chance, Darren!" Wayne said anxiously.

"No, it's not the right time yet. The force will throw me to the ground before I can get close. Then I will have no chance to approach them." Darren calmly explained to Wayne. A choice made hastily would only cost them everything. Darren told himself to be patient and keep calm while he waited for the right moment.

"Okay, I trust your decision!" Wayne decided to put all of his trust in Darren when he saw the determination sparkling in the young man's eyes.

Darren walked to Elsa and took out a rune paper from his pocket. He handed it to her and said, "Elsa, this is what Mr. Wan gave to me as a gift. And now I want you to take it."

"No! I can't take this, Darren. It's Mr. Wan's gift for you, not me," Elsa said, refusing the rune paper.

When Wayne saw this, he drew Darren away and whispered, "Darren, I spent more than ten years on this rune paper. The reason I gave it to you is that you may escape with it when you are in imminent danger. You can put a hole in the earth with this rune paper and travel a thousand miles away in a single flash. If you fail, this rune paper will save your life. It is your final lifeline! Why did you try to give it to Elsa? What were you thinking? Listen to me carefully, Darren. We have placed all of our hopes and the future of the Ilmen Sect on you. You are our savior. If you die, we will all be doomed. Will you still insist on giving this rune paper to her?"

"Mr. Wan, if you were me, what would you do?" Darren replied. "Of course, I know this rune paper is my only chance to survive should I fail. But how would you choose if you were the one standing in my shoes? Would you choose yourself or the one you love?" When Wayne did not respond, Darren turned and walked back to Elsa.

Darren's answer surprised Wayne. He looked at Darren's back and nodded with admiration. 'What a good kid!' Wayne marveled to himself. 'I respect you, Darren.'

Darren stood beside Elsa and handed the rune paper to her. "Take this, Elsa. If I come into danger, place a drop of your blood essence on the rune paper, and it will save my life. Do you understand?" Darren knew that Elsa would never take the rune paper if he told her how the rune paper truly functioned. He had to lie to her. If his life was in danger, he knew Elsa would immediately follow the steps he told her to save him. Then the rune paper would take Elsa away to safety.

When Wayne heard what Darren told Elsa, tears almost escaped from his eyes. But he did not let them show, for he did not want Darren's actions to be in vain.

At this time, the fight between Michael and Moore reached its pinnacle. The great blade thundered, and the flames around it turned into balls of fire, falling like massive raindrops. Michael's palm-shaped forces kept gathering, pushing back against the great blade. Below, the Ilmen Sect was a land on the verge of falling into the underworld.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The shockwaves from the clashing Omnipotent Talent Skills made impacts against the Shield Dome, which struggled to withstand their pressure. Despite the dome's protection, many of the disciples tried desperately to hold it together, coughing up blood as their bodies suffered the energies of the Wonder Realm cultivators above. The forces of the two skills were too mighty.

Michael and Moore were both thrown back by the impact of the latest collision. Both of them were now experiencing severe injuries.

Michael saw Moore gasping for rest. There was not a moment to spare. This was his opportunity. He activated his Myriad Palm Shadows again. In a flash, thousands of palms flew toward Moore. "Fuck! You old bastard! Don't you know how close to death you will be after you exert this skill?" Moore yelled at Michael with a shock and horror. He had never expected Michael would launch such an attack now that both of their energies were so depleted.

But Moore had no choice but to counter Michael's attack. Otherwise, death was a foregone conclusion.

He jumped up and grasped the great blade in the sky. He held it there and waved it in a circular motion, drawing its energies. Thousands of blade-shaped forces flew from it, targeting Michael's approaching palms. Then Moore retreated at once.

"Good for you, Moore! You cunning guy! Fight against his Omnipotent Talent Skill with your supernatural martial kill in order to save your energy to run away! Well done! It'll be easy to kill the old bastard now," Simon marveled, nodding with giddiness.

"Now. The time has come." Darren murmured and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, bright rays of light shot from his eyes and a rune paper appeared in his hand. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐