Chapter 1849 - 1082: Three Phases_2

Indeed, it’s the Sword Saint; even when it comes to magic, he seeks power over finesse.

Friede Sister’s figure flits inside the church, leaving behind trails of black flames like unending fire walls with each move, and every pause she makes hurls highly-tracking ice or fire toward Gapar.

This alternating cold and heat pose little problem to Gapar, but they accelerate weapon wear, and he cherishes his weapons too much to let this continue.

So, upon spotting a flaw in Friede Sister’s defenses, he immediately closed in, barring her movements with a flurry of sword light, and threw another Sun Fist as she countered.

This time, even with her eyes affected by the glaring light and unable to open, Friede Sister still launched an attack with her two scythes at the fore.

If Gapar retaliated with blades, he’d surely be blocked by his own weapon.

But the next second, her face is solidly struck by a punch!

Gapar didn’t use a weapon but instead maneuvered like an eel through her defenses, delivering a straight punch.

The forceful punch knocked Friede Sister back through the air, and Gapar unrelentingly pursued with Sword Qi.

But just as before, the enemy vanished once more, now rendered invisible.

This time, even the snowflakes used to perceive her location disappeared, and not even Gapar’s Fighting Qi could detect her presence, Friede Sister became entirely a Transparent Man.

Gapar entered a state of heightened vigilance; the sound of a scythe slicing through the air indeed came from behind, prompting him to respond with a Slashing strike.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed as a short-handled scythe, struck and spinning, fell to the ground without its owner visible.

"Feint Attack!"

Realizing this, the moment Friede Sister silently reappeared with a Black Flame and Storm at his front, fire was unleashed!

It turns out that her current invisibility could even hide the crackling of flames, and Gapar failed to notice any change in the ambient temperature because the proliferation of flames dulled his senses.

"Puff!"

A charred silhouette flew out of the Black Flame, it was Gapar.

During his airborne trajectory, the King’s Soul began to mend his body, and by the time he landed, he returned from a charred husk to a basic humanoid form.

Evidently, this left him in dire straits as well.

"Cough, cough, just like that, you’re roasted to cinders."

Gapar’s throat, burnt to a crisp, rasped like a broken bellows.

Despite training in high Elemental Resistance early on, ordinary fire attacks were futile against him, practically making him Flame Immune.

Yet the flames in Sain Dungeon each bypassed his Flame Immunity and now Friede Sister’s Black Flame was another unfamiliar kind.

Thus, even Gapar, trained in various dungeon-exclusive resistances like Chaos Flame Resistance, got caught off guard, tasting the burn of flames once more.

There’s nothing to be said, fire resistance isn’t built overnight.

For now, best to evade!

"Hmm? On the ground, this is..."

Suddenly, he noticed something on the ground beside his feet.

Friede Sister picked up the fallen scythe, the surrounding flames intensified, nearly obscuring his vision.

She launched a fierce chase against Gapar from all sorts of cunning angles, and it was clear that he’d learned not to meet her head-on but instead resort to dodging.

The sister got addicted to playing with wheelchairs, with each attack carrying flames, turning the entire church into a sea of fire, a place unfit for normal humans.

Gapar had to endure the constant searing of flames, adopting a cautious strategy, probing the sister’s moves bit by bit, leveraging accumulated experience to counterattack.

However, this approach naturally consumed time, and in such an environment, time was precisely what he lacked!

What is he planning?

Friede Sister simply kept fueling the church’s flames, securing victory just by doing so.

Gapar counterattacked several times, each representing his discernment of the sister’s weaknesses, all landing damage, with one nearly disemboweling the sister.

However, Friede Sister’s life force upon her third resurrection was incredibly tenacious, resilient enough for such wounds to be ignored amidst flames, continuing her pursuit of Gapar.

So what is to be done? Just keep counterattacking, amassing injuries on the opponent, hoping quantity might eventually enact qualitative change in the end.

Time ticked by second by second, and while this battle had not been lengthy, from the sister’s third resurrection to now, less than ten minutes had passed.

Yet, this duration sufficed to transform the entire church into a Purgatory, also threatening to deplete the King’s Soul power of the Izalith Witch.

The burns on Gapar’s body healed ever more slowly, indicating Izalith Witch’s King’s Soul was nearing depletion. Without completing the full King’s Soul cycle, a single soul’s power would thus rapidly exhaust.

Gapar made a desperate move, beginning to charge his Dual Swords, preparing an exceptionally powerful attack.

Friede Sister, recognizing this, chose to attack and disrupt his charge immediately given her considerable injury.

Gapar moved back and forth within the fiery battleground, maintaining the charge pose, refusing to unsheathe his blade.

Friede Sister spun her body and scythe, achieving synergy with the raging Black Flames in the church, instantly encapsulating the entire place with roaring flames like a meat grinder.

If she weren’t stopped soon, Gapar would be unable to unleash that sword strike even with a full charge.

Friede Sister had a simple plan: if the opponent charged, she would charge too, seeing whose patience broke first.

Gapar indeed couldn’t bear it any longer, unsheathing his blade as a brilliant sword light traversed the church toward the sister, a Slash formed purely of compressed Fighting Qi, delivering extreme physical damage!

However, due to premature unsheathing, the move’s power regrettably hadn’t reached its peak.

Friede Sister wielded her scythe, directing all Black Flames toward the Slash, exploding in intense turbulence upon collision.

Relying on flames wasn’t enough; Friede Sister lunged in herself, releasing her full power in the dual scythe rotation.

"Boom!"

The Slash was finally shattered!

The shattered strike’s fragments tore through her flesh but weren’t fatal.

Friede Sister shot a victorious glance, launching the final attack toward Gapar, who appeared exhausted.

So, it seemed Friede was victorious!

"Ah!"

An elder’s battle cry suddenly sounded behind her.

This voice... Gael!

A sharp red hood broke through the flames, with a long-foreseen Self-sacrifice Sword piercing the sister’s thigh!

Earlier, Gapar had noticed Gael’s Summoning Symbol on the ground; the chaotic fire hid Gael’s emergence, letting him stay concealed and listen for orders.

Now was the perfect moment.

Though the calf was pierced, Friede Sister’s ferocity was undeterred; even in such a situation, she could turn and impale Gael’s chest with her scythe, ready to lop his head off with force.

But a greater threat emerged ahead, halting her attempt to finish Gael.

Visible in front was Gapar’s emerging Famous Blade Moon Concealment!

The glow from the fusion of Fighting Qi and Magic Power grew ever brighter as his blade emerged.

Gapar had only used an ordinary sword for the charged attack earlier; Moon Concealing Blade’s charge had never ceased!

The chaos of the fiery field made it impossible for Friede Sister to see every detail.

"So be it, let’s see if you can resurrect a fourth time."

The Moon Concealing Blade drew at this moment.

Azure Sword Qi surged like a flood toward Friede Sister.