In the face of the cloud mes that could purify the evil of this world and burn higher concepts, the sword sh finally lost its overbearing momentum.


    With the involvement of the cloud mes, a spark began to appear at the center point of the collision. Even the surrounding environment started to be distorted.


    In just a minute, the winner in the confrontation finally appeared because the sword qi on Fein''s attack gradually reached its limit.


    ''So this is the power of cloud me?''


    Fein had to admit that the me''s power didn''t let his expectations down. Just like that, the sword shpletely disappeared. Roger heaved a sigh. He looks like a nest of birds, and he''spletely devoid of his previous elegance.


    ''I don''t need to pay for the damages to his clothes, right?'' Fein thought worriedly as he looked at the cuts on Roger''s expensive-looking clothes.


    As the owner of a prestigious clothing brand where even nobles and royaltiese. It was bound that the owner would also wear high-quality ones.


    ''Should I just knock him out in this battle and leave?'' This thought crossed Fein''s mind.


    Roger nced at his trembling hands. He could still feel the weight of the of the sword sh even after itpletely vanished.


    And he still didn''t follow up with another sword sh. ''If this is an actual battle, it would be my downfall,'' Roger thought bitterly as he began to ept the reality.


    He knew that Fein had already gone easy with him by just watching him from the sidelines. If this wasn''t a spar, but a battle in life and death. Fein won''t give him the opportunity to breathe.


    ''My degu reserves won''tst long.'' Roger sighed when he sensed that he only had half of his degu reserves.


    "Do you still want to go on?" Fein asked calmly.


    Roger just put a fighting stance to express his meaning.


    Seeing this, Fein just smiled and infused thirteen percent of his degu energy in his ''Dragon Abyssal Death de.'' because his next attack needed sufficient fuel. He waved his sword multiple times. As he visualizes the meaning of his sword, which is free and could cut anything in its path. Just like that, fifty sword shes emerged, along with his waving motions towering at the size of one hundred fifty meters, they appeared like a tsunami of crescent sword shapes. Fein would like to call this move as ''Eagle Sword Art: Eagle Tsunami!''


    Roger felt his scalp numb when he saw the terrifying scene barreling towards him. ''Fuck!'' he could only curse in his heart. Even if he wants to back out now, he won''t be able to because of his pride! Sometimes some things are more important than one''s life. And for Roger, it was his face! So, even in front of the world-ending tsunami of sword shes, Roger mustered all the guts that he could muster in hisst time and bravely stood in front of it.


    He moved his two arms closer to each other, and a light flickered in its center. The cloud mes converged. Roger gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes as he started to gather and condense the cloud mes at a single point and shape it into a dragon.


    ''Fist of the me Dragon!'' Roger cried out in his mind.


    In the center of his palm, a huge white dragon made of cloud me prop up and roared at the tsunami of shes in defiance!


    Fein looked at the scene with awe. "I didn''t expect to see a dragon here. Albeit fake."


    Honestly, he could stillunch another hundred of shes eight times with his degu amount, but he still wants to fight Roger''s ''Cloud me Transformation II''.


    The dragon flew towards Fein''s eagle tsunami. The scene looks like a mortal trying to challenge the heaven.


    Roger slumped to the ground while panting. He looked at his strongest attack with solemnity. He could feel that he only had thirty percent remaining degu energy in his body.


    Just like that, a hundred sword shes met the white me dragon...


    Thud! Thud! Thud!


    Multiple sounds of gashes as the dragon blocked the eagle tsunami. The dragon manage to crush five of the shes and it didn''t show a sign of stopping. The cloud of mes burned anything on its path to its origin. When a sword''s energy touched the cloud''s me, it would eradicate the energy.


    Fein stared at this with astonishment. He knew that each of his sword shes could divide a mountain and topple inds. And the white dragon just casually brushed them!?


    ''Just how powerful could this dragon be!?''


    Just like that, the white dragon made of cloud me had already destroyed fifty-five of the one hundred fifty meters of sword shes and it was still going strong. Roger clenched his fist in anticipation.


    "It seems there''s still a chance," Roger muttered quietly.


    But he doesn''t dare to brag at Fein anymore, the p earlier still stings in his heart.


    Thud! Thud! Thud!


    Every time a sword sh got destroyed, it would explode like a firework that gave a weird sense of beauty. The dragon continued to demolish the ''Eagle Tsunami'' until there were only ten left. But the dragon''s pace had already slowed down significantly, and it was not as bright as before. But Fein and Roger knew that this was enough for the remaining sword shes.


    Fein looked at the smiling Roger in the distance with sympathy. ''Although I don''t want to ruin your mood. You would have won if I can''t produce another of such attack but...'' He sighed as he casually swung his sword to make another series of sword shes, but this time, the sword shes appeared in the shape of eagle ws reaching an astonishing two hundred meters!


    The bad premonition about Roger''s heart appeared, and his smile turned into despair. ''Damn it! I thought I already had this game in the bag! Just how many sword shes can he produce!?''