Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 400.2: The One to Determine Fate (2)

William drew her sword and slashed it upward.

A sliver of light appeared in the face of the darkness. She had concentrated her Sword Intent to an extreme degree, focusing its might on the tip of her sword. With her slash, she unleashed a brilliant arc that sought to split the world into two. 

That very instant, her previously pulsating mana vanished without a trace. It was as if everything had been harnessed into this single slash. The brilliance of her Swordheart seemed to brighten up the sky for an instant, only to vanish right after. 

A white arc flashed across the rush of darkness, as if someone had drawn a line on a massive blackboard. Awfully insignificant it appeared before the massive congregation of darkness, yet it induced a magnificent explosion that collapsed the darkness.

Boom!

The humongous explosion from the clash of manas had the crowd gasping in shock, but it didn’t slow down the pace of the battle at all. Despite the hindrances from the powerful shockwaves and blinding light from the earlier explosion, William had already rechanneled her mana back to the tip of her sword, ready to launch a second attack toward Roel.

Roel’s body stiffened. He could vaguely sense a lethal threat coming his way. 

William swung her sword sideward. 

Weng!

There was a crisp reverberation of her sword, and it was instantaneously followed by a terrifying white arc that sliced through the lingering shockwaves, heading straight toward Roel. 

In response, Artasia closed her eyes. Mana cloaked around her body and vines began extending from her hands. Flowers in the colors of black and deep blue competed to bloom on the vine. They swiftly interweaved with each other to form a beautiful flower wall.

The light arc swiftly struck the flower wall, the impact causing many of the flowers to fall lifelessly to the ground. Yet, the light arc was surprisingly unable to pierce through the flower wall. 

It looked like a swordsman slashing at falling leaves. The flowers were left in a disarray, but hardly any damage was dealt at the end of it all. 

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