Battle.

Charge?

No, the moment the buzzing started, the fleeting image vanished instantly, like a gentle breeze.

To be precise, this was merely the killing intent that Sistine had been gathering, enveloping the entire arena, showcasing her complex strength, at least as a representative of the Titans' Elf Clan.

The Revenge Shadow Rider remained motionless from beginning to end, sending that killing intent right back.

"Phew, truly not simple."

Sistine's gaze towards the Shadow Rider grew sharper, like seeing something intriguing.

As a gust swept across the plains, across the battlefield filled with killing intent, even fluttering through the flowing hair of the Revenge Shadow Rider, the warriors stood solemnly assessing each other, and Sistine was the first to attack.

"Feather Sting."

As Sistine spoke, something suddenly shot out from her palm with the flick of a finger, its speed comparable to a bullet, the sound of it slicing through the air especially sharp, heading straight for the brow of the Revenge Shadow Rider.

So fast! Without information relay via a sensory device, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see clearly.

At the start of Sistine's attack, many fairies from the Titans' Elf Clan seemed to see victory within reach. Everyone was most familiar with such an attack, a signature skill of the Titans' Elf warriors.

Even if the Revenge Shadow Rider could dodge relying on the advantage of a mecha, without it now, a single strike might have been enough to finish it, since the opponent seemed entirely unguarded, as if completely unaware of the crisis.

The wind roared towards it like a steel knife, yet it remained unblinking, gazing at its opponent, Sistine. The Shadow Rider was doomed!

Pa...

Half a second later, the result was revealed — things didn't go as the Titans' Elf expected. Surely the Feather Sting had strong penetration, but it seemed to have suddenly collided with something even more solid than rock and shattered into pieces.

"What?" This made Sistine a bit surprised, but it wasn't a big deal.

Thinking the Revenge Shadow Rider was in danger, the battle-hardened hot-blooded warrior secretly wiped cold sweat because he clearly saw the smile that flickered at the corner of Sistine's mouth, forcing himself to stay calm: "Attempting to decide the outcome with such an attack, aren't you overestimating yourself?"

Indeed, when the Feather Sting was two meters away from Feng Yi, it was completely isolated by the domain field, unable to pierce through Feng Yi's aura, which explained why Feng Yi did not move.

The Revenge Shadow Rider never makes unnecessary moves; it disdained dodging an attack that required no evasion.

"Hmph, quite interesting."

Sistine smiled, her fighting spirit growing even stronger... Her delicate body rose gently, pausing with just the tip of her toe barely touching the ground, under the flapping of her wings.

The next second, her suspended body began to move slowly, like a swan dancing and accelerating in its spin, her figure wrapped in wings dazzlingly elegant, yet unable to conceal the fleeting aura of killing intent released.

Indeed, at this moment, Feather Stings shot out ceaselessly at a breathtaking frequency towards one target, the Revenge Shadow Rider...

Only then did the spectators realize that the Feather Sting mentioned were actually countless steel needles morphing from feathers, which with the speed enhancement, bore immense destructive penetration.

The sheer number of Feather Stings seemed to almost instantly cover the visual field ahead of the Revenge Shadow Rider, but what of it? Was Sistine an idiot? Such a move couldn't even penetrate defenses, and even multiplied by a thousand or ten thousand times it's just wasted effort.

But the spectators didn't know that this was precisely the effect Sistine desired.

Her body had somehow stopped...

"Mirror Image Seven Slashes!"

With a charming shout, Sistine's figure suddenly turned into seven, seven mirror images like seven flashes of lightning, a speed far beyond Feather Stings, launching a lethal attack in the Revenge Shadow Rider's blind spot.

Humans only reach this level... With this thought, Sistine slowly closed her eyes, foreseeing what was about to happen.

On the contrary, the many fairies of the Titans' Elf Clan were deeply moved seeing this. Mirror Image Seven Slashes was an ultimate skill passed down by ancient spirits, comprehended only by few warrior queens, with astounding power. Although it was a single-target skill, the attacked had no room to parry or evade.

Because this was a blockade of seven mirror images, each with the same attack power as the original; in other words, the Revenge Shadow Rider faced seven Sistines simultaneously at that moment.

Onlookers in the human camp were dumbfounded... It was too fast, their brains couldn't keep up with the moves; they only sensed countless mirror images fleeting by in an instant, the attack reaching the motionless Revenge Shadow Rider.

Or supposedly, the Revenge Shadow Rider only seemed to step aside, entirely a subconscious reflex attempt to dodge, but it couldn't match the speed of Sistine's mirror images.

Yes, just as countless eyes witnessed, the Revenge Shadow Rider's aura couldn't block Sistine's Mirror Image Seven Slashes, as seen, just as the images nearly touched the Revenge Shadow Rider, it took a sideways step.

But...

As dust kicked up, it was seen exerting force with waist and knees, repeatedly shifting reverse lunges, swish swish... The upper body instantly turned into afterimages, ssssss...

—Flame Dual Slash

With just one strike, all images shattered.

Opening with its signature move, a wave of fiery impact spread around the Shadow Rider, like an instant blaze of glorious explosion.

Looking at the Shadow Rider again, its afterimages quickly merged with the original body.

This...?

It seemed to have struck, as if with one hit or two, or maybe fourteen slashes, but no matter how the camera slowed down, or how Sistine recalled, it was impossible to determine how many strikes the opponent had truly delivered.

She only remembered seeing an immediate, powerful horizontal sweep, a world-shattering, forceful gesture, a magnificent horizontal slash, which suddenly elicited a gasp from the audience. If described in one word, it was cool.

At least one-seventh of the battlefield spectators curled their lips in disdain...

This one-seventh knew the Revenge Shadow Rider best; this was the Unparalleled Strike of the Shadow Rider, impossible to counter, inescapable; exposing oneself so it cannot be executed. Once executed, it's a guaranteed hit.

Throughout the Northern Galaxy, even then Roland, tenfold or a hundredfold stronger than Feng Yi, didn't dare intrude the dual slash domain. In plain language, it's called sweep range, let alone the rhythmic stage Feng Yi now far surpassing the past.

What people saw was merely the Revenge Shadow Rider delivering its iconic horizontal sweep, a frozen frame, a frozen time, a frozen everything, only to be replaced in an instant by countless afterimages of slashes, no tangible hand of the Shadow Rider seen, only the afterimages from before and after the slash joined with the original body.

This slash surpassed light and time, simply transcendent of a strike.

The Revenge Shadow Rider then stood upright, retracting its dagger.

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