The domineering one, the spiritual power erupts in the body in a short time!

Forming an uncontrollable torrent of force!

This force can harm others and, due to its uncontrollability, can also harm itself.

The erupted power makes all of the enemy's paths inaccessible.

This is the advantage of domination!

Yet.

Few can practice domination.

Facing this heavy blade, Brant Fairbanks's expression turned grim.

What he feared most was the opponent practicing domination.

Power and domination are perfectly integrated!

Boom!

A loud noise!

The Sword Qi in front of him was directly shattered!

The control field created by the Path of Weaponry was also shattered!

Brant Fairbanks rolled, disregarding his image, quickly fleeing.

Although he was in a sorry state, to defeat the domineering one, unless his own power far surpassed the opponent, he could only deplete and evade.

The explosive power of domination is formidable but does not last long.

No one can maintain domination for long; that fierce power will harm themselves.

Unless the opponent has given up on life, determined to perish together.

Otherwise, dragging it out is the best tactic.

The heavy blade mercilessly slashes down!

Creating a deep pit in the ground!

An academy disciple couldn't dodge in time and was directly slashed into a blood mist!

However, the power within this academy disciple exploded uncontrollably, creating a momentary halt in Noe Leocadia's actions.

A split second!

Just a split second!

Brant Fairbanks, holding the sword with one hand, like an exiled immortal, directly thrusts!

Step! Step! Step!

Noe Leocadia retreated three steps, his heavy blade sweeping horizontally!

Clang!

The Longsword was knocked flying.

Brant Fairbanks rolled to the ground, his wrist somewhat numb.

But that thrust had already caused an injury!

Noe Leocadia's body bleed profusely, the amount of bleeding increasing.

The physical functions of the domineering ones in battle are already driven to the extreme!

The blood flow rate also reaches the limit!

"Hiss..." Noe Leocadia lowered his head, glanced at the wound, and directly struck with a palm!

The immense force momentarily numbed the wound.

"Die!"

The Longsword is unleashed!

Noe Leocadia gave it his all!

He couldn't understand why when the young man was killed, there was such a spiritual power shock, even slightly disturbing his dominance.

In the small world, the spiritual power was forcefully inserted.

When a person dies, the world is destroyed.

That unrestrained spiritual power naturally explodes.

If it weren't for someone watching, Brant Fairbanks truly wanted to throw a few more disciples over.

If two more people were killed, he was ten percent sure he could kill the exhausted man in front of him!

But now, he also has seventy percent confidence!

"Borrow your weapon!"

Brant Fairbanks grabbed with one hand!

The longsword at the disciples' waists, along with his own sword that was knocked flying, suddenly flew to him!

"Die!"

Brant Fairbanks grabbed his own sword.

With a loud roar, his body burst with unprecedented power!

This battle, not only to win, but to win beautifully!

One battle, enough to establish his place in the martial arts world!

"Ah! Die for me!" Noe Leocadia's internal power had begun to decline, wishing for nothing more than to fight to the death!

Clang!

Blade and sword collide!

It seemed like the surrounding air was torn apart, the space began to distort!

Brant Fairbanks's mouth corner spilled blood, but with his agile body, using this force, he jumped behind Noe Leocadia!

Strikes again!

"Die!" Noe Leocadia had already anticipated!

He swiftly turned back, displaying agility not matching his body!

But this time!

Brant Fairbanks only lightly touched with the sword tip, and instantly recoiled!

And then!

Those longswords floating in the air!

Suddenly pierced through Noe Leocadia's body from behind!

Boom!

Blood mist quickly exploded!

"You... despicable!"

Noe Leocadia kneeled on one knee, heavy blade stuck in the ground, his expression pained!

Blood gushed like a fountain, instantly draining him.

"The art of war is trickery." Brant Fairbanks stood in front of Noe Leocadia holding the sword coldly saying: "You lost."

The Longsword slashed across!

Noe Leocadia's head rose!

Fell to the ground.

The martial artists of Boulevard were shocked.

Battling a domineering one head-on?

How strong is this Brant Fairbanks actually?

Thud!

Noe Leocadia's body fell to the ground.

But shockingly emitted a faint yellow smoke.

A split second!

The yellow smoke scattered with the wind, diluted in the air.

"It's poisonous!"

Ocean Academy disciples closest, immediately covered their mouth and nose with their sleeves.

"No. It's not poison." Brant Fairbanks shook his head, signaling everyone not to be anxious.

If it were truly poison, dispersed and diluted like this, it would hardly interfere with martial artists.

Moreover, Brant Fairbanks felt no discomfort after taking it in.

"What's the smell?"

A Boulevard martial artist sniffed, besides the stench, felt nothing else.

And on the White Dragon Alliance's platform.

Marco Jackson was already restless.

"Holy emissary, our White Dragon Alliance's top warrior was killed, if you do not act soon, I will have no chance!"

With Noe Leocadia dead, the White Dragon Alliance was in chaos.

He was their strongest martial artist, when he acted, he held nothing back.

Now, all of White Dragon Alliance's hopes rested on Demarco Mount.

"Don't rush, don't rush." Demarco Mount's emissary laughed lightly: "Watch well, I assure they will come in vain!"

As soon as the emissary spoke.

A flute tune suddenly came through.

"Who?" Marco Jackson asked impatiently.

At this moment, someone was playing the flute?

Where did this leisure come from!

"A master of Demarco Mount, a tune of the flute can kill invisibly!"

The emissary crossed his legs, couldn't help but hum.

Being said that way, Marco Jackson also became curious.

Could this be Demarco Mount's master?

In the wasteland.

A man in white tied hair was playing the flute, walking toward Brant Fairbanks and the others.

The flute sound was melodious, plenty of the sense of flowers blooming warmly.

However.

Brant Fairbanks felt as though facing great enemies!

This was truly a master!

Facing such a person, must act immediately to eliminate, otherwise endless trouble!

Because the enemy's attack range was too far!

Even covering ears had no effect!

This sound reached deep into the soul!

But just when he prepared to move!

The flute sound changed!

The previous beautiful picture instantly disappeared!

Suddenly thousands of troops charged!

Wailing sounds!

Thundering hooves!

Unsheathing swords!

Terrifying!

The academy disciples showed fear.

They suddenly discovered, they somehow arrived at the battlefield!

Surrounded by no companions or mentor, only enemies!

He was surrounded!

"No!" An academy disciple raised Longsword, desperately screaming!

"Trouble!"

Brant Fairbanks finally realized what the yellow smoke was!

It was hallucinogen!

Common poison indeed could not harm them.

But this hallucinogen, they had no resistance!

The flute sound, taking advantage of this!

Inducing hallucination!

"Retreat!"

He shouted.

But instantly!

An academy disciple's sword turned towards him!

Obviously, the disciple trapped in illusion saw him as an enemy!

Brant Fairbanks couldn't bother with anything else, directly pushed aside this disciple, ran towards the main force.

Suddenly—

He stopped.

The illusion unexpectedly hypnotized him!

Brant Fairbanks knew he couldn't move anymore.

If he couldn't break free in time, he'd face unprecedented crisis!

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