“Isn’t Dalen being overly confident by not using the Evasio Incantation to face an ascetic priest head-on?” Aurora frowned. She had been rooting for him, but this unexpected decision caught her off guard.

“I don’t think he’s being reckless. If he agrees to this, he must have a solid plan,” Alicia said thoughtfully.

While she didn’t fully grasp Dalen’s strategy, she could sense his strength. Nevertheless, his overconfidence was a cause for concern.

“Okay, kid. Let’s see how capable you are.” On the battle ring, Thaddeus twirled his long blade. His true energy surged and filled the space with his imposing presence.

The Voidcleaver in his hand emitted a blue glow and a low, ominous hum, with arcs of energy flickering around the blade. It was a daunting sight.

Facing Thaddeus’ charged attack, Dalen stood with one hand behind his back and the other lightly holding a folding fan.

His expression remained serene. He seemed unaffected even under the weight bearing down on him.

“Stormstir Thunderstrike!” Thaddeus shouted. He slashed Dalen with his fully charged Voidcleaver.

As the blade descended, a sudden thunderclap erupted and shook everyone. The spectators were startled, and they immediately covered their ears.

At that moment, a massive blade aura crackling with lightning sliced through the air toward Dalen. The strike was earth-shattering.

aura carried a bone-chilling gust of wind even before reaching Dalen. His hair

stood his ground without flinching. With a simple wrist turn, he used his folding fan as a sword to meet the

seemed ordinary, lacking terrifying power, icy chill, or lethal intent. It was a straightforward stab and appeared insignificant compared

how you’re

doesn’t use his defensive skills, Father Savier will take him down in one

into a flame. He’s

Dalen’s feeble-looking counterattack. They were

using the Evasio Incantation, Dalen’s petite

on them,

was a loud explosion, followed by a blinding burst of light. In an instant,

the blade aura, it inexplicably split. The large blade aura shattered like glass. It rained down as countless

was stunned by

more powerful

contrary, the Stormstir Thunderstrike was pure lightning. It had a paralyzing effect that even a grandmaster martial artist would

the Stormstir Thunderstrike with a flick of his fan. What unnerved him even more

attack seemed like an ordinary move. Thaddeus’s unease deepened when he realized Dalen hadn’t

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