Anders’ weapon was a sword named the Frostflame Demonbane. It was one of the three legendary blades in the world.

It enhanced the damage inflicted by each strike and possessed two types of elemental attacks, alternating between an icy frost or raging flames.

Each type of attack carried immense destructive power, with its power amplified with the wielder’s strength.

As Anders charged forward, the Frostflame Demonbane in his hand was unsheathed. A scorching red flame instantly covered the entire blade, resembling a fiery dragon that roared incessantly.

The flames scorched everything in its path, leaving a trail of withered and charred greenery on the ground.

“Flaming Surge First Form!”

Anders flicked his wrist and raised his flaming sword high above before slashing it down heavily toward Dustin’s head from a distance.

“Boom!” A thunderous explosion reverberated.

The flaming sword suddenly surged, forming a massive blade energy out of thin air. The blade energy extended over 32 feet in length and nine feet in width. It was surrounded by swirling flames, displaying astonishing might.

an enormous cleaver slicing open the sky

Is this Sir Anders’ true

Oakvale’s four princes. The power

only a prodigy like Sir

in the sky, the crowd couldn’t help but

were in a completely different league from those of the Stormfire Order’s elite fighters. That was the difference between an ordinary elite fighter and

steel sword soared through the air, landing back in his grip. Holding it with one hand, he

A burst of white sword aura erupted from

instant, the ground quivered, and a formidable energy wave

white sword aura had burst into

evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand. However, Anders had exerted all his strength into that single strike. Yet,

“Flaming Surge Second Form!”

a second slash after the unsuccessful

slash instead of a downward slash. It

strike

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