Chapter 1864


    Chapter 1864


    With their attacks nullifying each other’s, Severin and Thorold began to engage each other once more!


    The collision of their surging spiritual energy created violent airwaves in the arena.


    A sneer graced Thorold’s face and his murderous expression grew stronger. He extended his right


    hand


    toward the air, conjuring up countless thunderbolts that converged into a mid–air thunderbolt vortex.


    The


    sudden appearance of that vortex sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.


    In the Lischalts waiting area, Jangar immediately recognized the vortex and remarked solemnly. “This


    is


    the Dested Thundercloud!”


    The Dested Thundercloud was a technique devised by Thorold via abination of the Gahrrs‘


    Sun-


    gradebat techniques with the Deifirm Sect’s lightning–attribute training exercise. It was tailored


    specifically to his Thunderbolt Consitution. Upon execution, it could transform the air into a lightning


    pool, unleashing various forms of thunderbolts that served as a remarkable offensive weapon.


    As Thorold possessed the rare Thunderbolt Consitution, he enjoyed significant advantages with


    lightning-


    attribute skills andbat techniques. Only one–in–ten–thousand people within the Bleurealm could


    possess such a constitution, and those who possessed unique variants of the Thunderbolt Constitution


    were particrly renowned for their offensive capabilities. They could be mentioned in the same breath


    as those who were devoted to swordsmanship.


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    Upon seeing Thorold unleash the Dested Thundercloud, Jangar nced pityingly in Severin’s


    direction, “It’s such a shame that Thorold’s opponent will lose. Thorold has honed thisbat


    technique to rival even Sun–grade advanced techniques, and his innate abilities will be extremely


    challenging to ovee.”


    Though Jangar and Thorold were from different sects, they were equally feared and respected as


    renowned prodigies. However, even thetter shuddered at the sight of Thorold’s strength. As he saw


    it, Severin’s strength–though surpassing that of many people–had its limits. The most that Severin


    could achieve was winning against an ordinary level nine royal saint. There was still a long way to go


    before Severin coulde to Thorold’s level. That Thorold had used his special technique was a sign


    that he was not even going to give Severin a chance to take a breather.


    After summoning the thunderbolt vortex, Thorold’s body crackled with visible electric sparks, almost like


    some kind of an ancient thunder god. An invincible aura emanated from Thorold and covered the sky


    above the arena.


    Covered in an intimidating cloak of electricity, Thorold sald coldly, “You should feel honored to die at the


    hands of my special technique.”


    As he finished his words, Thoroldmanded the thunderbolt within the vortex to form dozens of


    meter-


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    that nearly deafened the onlookers was soon heard, and Severin licked his lips as he watched the


    impending onught of those spears. He wielded his sword, and a burst of swordwill appeared all


    around


    him.


    “Rose Petal Rain!” The exquisite, petal–like glows produced by his sword surged toward the


    thunderbolt


    spears at rapid speed. The sh resulted in a resounding and frightful explosion, with Severin’s petals


    decimating the spears into fragments of spiritual energy.