After Bai Laishan was taken care of, everyone was on high alert. Ding Meng and Lan Bing spread their telekinesis throughout the cave. The reason for doing so was to create a blind spot when the applied telekinesis overlapped, preventing Yuan Lie from attacking the others again.
Yuan Lie was obviously aware of this, but he didn't attack again. He just floated in the air and quietly observed the ring path below.
The leader of the first ring path floated gently in the air with two swords in his hands. This time, not only did his armor spew out flying crystal flames, but his two swords also ignited a raging fire. It was actually golden origin flames. It was obvious that he had increased the amount of origin energy conversion of his armor, which in turn increased his combat strength.
Ding Meng roughly sensed that the leader's strength had broken through the warlord level. He really couldn't be underestimated.
Jun Ling also stared coldly at the other party. The aura on her body was constantly rising, but it was mainly ice energy. This was because Lan Bing and Eisendale were secretly transmitting energy to her. In terms of origin energy index, Jun Ling was far greater than the leader, so she wasn't afraid of him.
At this time, the leader suddenly raised his right hand and posed as if he was raising his sword to the sky. Although this posture was strange, it had its own momentum. It was like a scholar holding his pen, appearing calm and confident. It was also like a dancer who was about to show off his romance and charm.
Almost at the same time, everyone had a hunch that this must be the leader's ultimate move.
Sure enough, the leader in the air moved. His whole body floated lightly toward the second ring path. His speed wasn't fast at all. At the same time, the golden sword in his hand also lightly pierced toward Jun Ling. Not only was this speed not fast, it could be said to be ridiculously slow, like a movie in slow motion. People who didn't know what was going on might think that this was a child playing house.
However, Jun Ling's expression was very serious because she had already seen that although the opponent's sword momentum was not fast, the tip of the sword was constantly vibrating. This kind of subtle but extremely high frequency vibration caused a visual error in one's field of vision. The tip of the sword seemed to transform into a cloud of mist, and it was also emitting a buzzing sound.
To be able to cultivate a sword technique to such an unimaginable level, Jun Ling knew that he could not move recklessly. If he moved, he would have to face the other party's unpredictable aftermath.
All of a sudden, the leader, who was still floating in midair, thrust out his sword again. This time, he was using his left hand. It was slower, but the energy behind it was stronger. The tip of the sword had already created a golden arc, and the surrounding three hundred meters to the south was almost completely enveloped by this sword energy.
Ding Meng's pupils contracted. It was as if he had seen something horrifying. Even his expression changed.
The leader flew into the ring and stabbed out a third time. This time, there really were sword shadows. Six identical golden swords appeared in the air. The six swords suddenly clashed, and the leader's true body emerged from the shadows at an inconceivable angle.
Jun Ling raised her saber to block. The saber spun like a white wheel, blocking the six sword shadows with clanking sounds. However, the leader's last sword actually pierced through the center of the wheel. The tip of the sword went straight for Jun Ling's forehead, less than two inches away from her head.
"Clang!" There was an urgent sound.
A small blue ice curtain appeared in front of Jun Ling. This was the power of dark ice that Jun Ling had condensed with the power of Lan Bing and Eisendale. The golden sword was frozen in front of her.
Although the leader's attack was temporarily frozen, Jun Ling did not dare to counterattack. She quickly retreated. The opponent's sword technique was too strange.
However, as she retreated, the leader's figure maintained the same posture behind her and lightly stabbed at her with his sword. Jun Ling changed direction again and dodged quickly. However, no matter how she dodged, the leader could appear from a very strange position. If it was not a sneak attack from behind, it would be a side stab at her heart. Every sword was aimed at a vital point. No matter how Jun Ling dodged, the leader's golden sword followed like a shadow.
Ding Meng, who was in the sacred lake, looked surprised. Perhaps only he knew what sword technique the leader was using.
This was the "Sky Sword Thirteen Styles" that Master Zhao Yue had taught him back in the Norse Empire. He had not fully understood it, but looking at the leader's attack, it was obvious that the leader's technique was much better than his. He had already grasped the essence of the technique.
Who on earth was the leader?
What did he have to do with Master Zhao Yue?
At this moment, even though Ding Meng had a lot of questions in his mind, he did not dare to ask. Jun Ling's situation was not optimistic. The leader swung his sword twice above his head. The two golden swords were brandished into 56 swords, forming a large and small halo sword array.
The sword array whistled toward Jun Ling. This time, there was really no way to avoid it.
"Ding —"
A white, sacred thorn of light appeared. This was the Divine Light Wristguard. Jun Ling would not use the Divine Light weapon unless she had no other choice.
The thorn of light accurately hit the center of the halo, and the sword array immediately stopped.
"Be careful!" Ding Meng said decisively.
The sword array suddenly closed again, and also turned into a golden light that pierced toward Jun Ling.
Few people could understand the world of a woman of steel. Instead of retreating, Jun Ling moved forward and thrust the thorn into the opponent's chest.
"Tch —"
This was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.
Jun Ling fell heavily, and the golden sword completely penetrated her right shoulder.
But at the same time, the leader was also sent flying. After flying for nearly a hundred meters, he crashed into the wall of the cave. After falling to the ground, he could no longer get up. Because the black armor suddenly turned red and melted into molten steel, slowly melting.
It turned out that Jun Ling had risked serious injury to take the blow, but at the same time, the thorn of light had pierced the opponent's armor. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of degrees of heat essence and Divine Light energy were transmitted. No matter how good the armor's material is, can it withstand my two types of mixed energy?
The woman of steel's line of thinking was undoubtedly correct. The leader had lost his armor, and his combat ability had been weakened by more than half. He was no longer a threat.
In fact, the leader had already fallen to the ground, his entire body was already scorched black, and his breath was already extremely weak. His injuries were fatal, because the light spike had pierced through his heart, and pitch-black pus was currently gurgling out.
This was a short and stooped man, but he was different from a normal human. His body was more like a frog, and only half of his face was human. His entire body was embedded with countless metal objects and strange materials that could not be named. He looked like he had been modified. He really did not look like a human, a ghost, a demon, or a monster. He did not look like a monster at all.
Eisendale suddenly explained, "This is a reconstructed warrior of the frogmen race!"
Yuan Lie, who was in the air, also said, "It's a fifth-generation reconstructed warrior, and it was improved using human Origin Ability users as a sample."
But at this time, Ding Meng shot into the second floor like an arrow. When he arrived in front of the dwarf, he cried out in surprise, "Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao Yue …"
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the person he thought was related to Zhao laoshi was actually Zhao Yue himself. This was because he was certain that the remaining half of the face was Zhao laoshi's benevolent yet stern face.
He had a deep impression of Teacher Zhao Yue, not only because Elder Zhao had taught him the two ancient sword techniques "Zhao's Lone Sword" and "Heavenly Sword Thirteen Styles", but also because Teacher Zhao had taken him in when he was stranded on planet TT12. That was the most difficult time for him.
"Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao!" Ding Meng anxiously called out.
Eisendale sighed and said, "Ding Meng, it's useless. His body has completely mutated and been modified. Perhaps only a trace of his spirit still exists. He probably doesn't even know who you are.
How can he not forget who he is? "
As she spoke, she transmitted the information. Ding Meng quickly understood that the frogmen's modification of human Origin Ability users was similar to that of the Devouring World. The Devouring World evolved by devouring and absorbing other people's energy for their own use. However, the frogmen used genetic evolution, medicinal cultivation, material mutation, and metal installation to merge the two into one.
In other words, this frog monster not only had the secret knowledge of human Origin Ability users, but it also had the tenacious vitality of the frogmen. With the addition of armor, it could become a weapon of war that could stand shoulder to shoulder with Origin Ability users. The Fifth Generation Warrior was also one of the methods that the frogmen used to deal with the Norse Empire.
Who would have thought that Teacher Zhao Yue would become like this, and a mercenary of the Hidden Front? But hadn't Teacher Zhao been teaching at the Christine Academy?
What had happened in the past few years?
There were too many questions, but Ding Meng didn't have time to ask. The frog monster's life force was rapidly weakening. Ding Meng couldn't stop it even if he injected some energy into it. Teacher Zhao was falling into a state of death.
"Teacher Zhao?
Teacher Zhao? "Ding Meng called out loudly.
Who would have thought that the frog monster would actually speak, and it wasn't using its mouth to speak. It seemed to be speaking from its stomach. This was one of the major characteristics of the frogmen.
"Ding Meng, I'm glad to see you again!" It was indeed Teacher Zhao Yue's voice.
Ding Meng was overjoyed. "Teacher Zhao, are you still alive?"
Xian Yuan said in a low voice, "That's not right. This is the remnant consciousness of his spirit body. He only has a sliver of consciousness left. His body and spirit body have always been controlled by the frogmen. Perhaps he heard your voice and awakened a sliver of consciousness, but it will soon disappear."
Ding Meng's heart sank again. "Teacher Zhao, what happened?"
Zhao Yue's voice sounded again. "Ding Meng, did you learn the Heavenly Sword just now?"
Ding Meng was stunned, but he quickly nodded. "Teacher Zhao, I saw it all. I will definitely be able to understand it."
Zhao Yue's voice was filled with relief. "I saw you as soon as I came in. I tried my best not to let 'it' use the armor's full power. I tried my best."
"It" was obviously referring to the frog monster's soul. Ding Meng suddenly felt a lump in his throat. After so many years, Teacher Zhao had only thought of doing his best to protect him. As Zhao Yue's student, he had always maintained a shallow but very special feeling for Zhao Yue.
Zhao Yue continued, "Ding Meng, I am very happy to see that you have grown to such a level. I am very glad that I passed the sword technique to you. After all, I did not misjudge you."
Ding Meng immediately helped Zhao Yue's broken body up. "Teacher Zhao, I will take you away from here!"
Zhao Yue sighed. "It's no use. Ding Meng, I have to go. If you are able to return to the empire in the future, please tell my family and friends that you …"
His voice suddenly became gloomy, but it sounded more like regret. "Just say … just say that I was summoned back by the military and unfortunately died in the battle between the Fertile Chalk System and the Frogman Kingdom. I sacrificed my life for the empire and was not taken away by them …"
Ding Meng's eyes immediately turned red. He understood this feeling. Mr. Zhao was a soldier in the first place. It was the greatest glory for a soldier to die on the battlefield, not to be captured and transformed into a monster and die on this dark Flaming Star of the Devouring World.
"Teacher Zhao, I will definitely pass on your behalf." Ding Meng clenched his fists.
Zhao Yue seemed to be smiling. "Good child, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. I'm proud of you. Please practice my two sword techniques well. Don't let them be lost. Let their brilliance shine in our empire forever …"