Abigail quietly prayed, “I hope Uncle Seth wins.”
At the top of the mountain, Alaric stood with the Inferno Fury Spear, his hair messy and his eyes glowing red. Terrifying waves of energy continuously surged from within him. The force was so intense that even the Inferno Fury Spear started to bend slightly, its tip vibrating wildly.
On the other side, Seth, holding the Dragon Sparrow Sword, was surrounded by a bright golden light, blending perfectly with the sword.
Both of them went all out, starting the final fight. They understood that whoever lost now would definitely face ultimate defeat.
The spear and sword collided incessantly, unleashing concentric waves of colorful light. It concealed destructive power potent enough to kill powerful grandmaster martial artists.
After struggling intensely for about three minutes, Alaric’s Inferno Fury Spear slowly gained ground, pushing back Seth’s Dragon Sparrow Sword. It was clear that Alaric had the upper hand in personal cultivation.
“Seth! You’re tougher than I thought. But in the end, you’re just not my match,” Alaric sneered with a triumphant smile.
He continued, “Your energy will run out eventually, weakening with each strike. Unlike you, I’m different! I can draw the vital force from the earth within Oakvale, replenishing myself in every battle.
“So, I don’t worry about getting weaker. I actually grow stronger! That’s the difference between us. Even Arion from Sacred Wrym Summit couldn’t outlast me!”
As the leader of the Dragon Guard, Alaric had spent years in seclusion, cultivating a resonance with the vital force.
Even from a hundred miles away, he could absorb the vital force’s essence. It wasn’t an exaggeration. Within Oakvale, he was unbeatable.
“Sure, you might have the edge in cultivation, but there’s one area where you fall short,” Seth declared coldly.
“And what is that?” Alaric didn’t seem interested.
“I’m ready to risk it all, and you’re not, “Seth said. With those words, he suddenly closed his eyes, and his body trembled violently.
Then, something strange happened. An illusory image of Seth slowly separated from his body. This image looked exactly like him.
But unlike a human form, it resembled some kind of ethereal soul state. It was elusive and mysterious.
“Astral projection?” Alaric’s face turned pale when he saw that, and his grip on the spear started to shake.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying astral projection could be. It exceeded the capabilities of ultimate grandmasters, a unique technique of terrestrial immortals.
In his whole life, he’d only seen it once by Arion from the Sacred Wrym Summit. The issue was that Arion stood out as an unmatched figure, the absolute best in the world.
Also, he was the only terrestrial immortal in Dragonmarsh to date. Even though Seth was impressive, comparing him to Arion was out of the question.
“How can this be? How can you perform astral projection? No! This is impossible!” Alaric freaked out, his inner confusion going wild, and fear rushed through him.
Only the peerless experts of the terrestrial immortal realm understood the art of astral projection.
He wondered how Seth, who appeared to be less powerful, could possess knowledge of these mysterious and supernatural methods. What was really going on here?”
