Constantine's goal was to face off against a truly strong opponent.
Compared to him, Xuanyuan Shishi was much more at ease. He wore a warm smile on his face as he strode onto the stage. From time to time he stretched his body, as if he wanted to compete with Constantine.
"Please give it your all." Constantine nodded to Xuanyuan Shishi, his voice low.
Xuanyuan Shishi smiled. "Let's see if you have what it takes."
His words stunned the entire audience. No one had expected Xuanyuan Shishi to be so arrogant as to say something like this to Constantine, the favorite to win.
Constantine, however, wasn't angered. Instead, he nodded.
On the VIP platform, Mo Xiao turned to the Terminator. "Your Majesty, who do you think will win?"
"Hard to say," the Terminator replied.
"Xuanyuan Shishi didn't use his full power yesterday, so it's hard to say how strong he really is.
But Constantine is the leader of the Pontiff's Citadel, so he must have a trump card.
If both sides go all out, it's a fifty-fifty chance of victory. "
Mo Xiao looked at the Terminator in surprise. "You think so highly of Xuanyuan Shishi?"
"There's something you might not have noticed," the Terminator said. "When Xuanyuan Shishi registered his name, he wrote 'Ten Thousand Swords as One'. So it's very likely that he's at his strongest when he's in that state.
Let's wait and see.
No matter what happens, Constantine will be able to force him to go all out. "
"Three, two, one. Begin!"
The electronic voice announced the beginning of the highlight of the fight.
This fight would determine who would make it out of Group Four.
Between Constantine and Xuanyuan Shishi, who would emerge victorious?
Xuanyuan Shishi waved his hand, and a thick mist enveloped him.
Constantine muttered something under his breath, then raised his right hand high into the air.
Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shot out from his hand and enveloped his entire body.
Constantine muttered something under his breath, then raised his right hand high into the air. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shot out from his hand.
This layer of golden light was resplendent and bright, making him look like he was filled with holiness.
Holy Blessing!
The Pontiff's Citadel's most powerful light attribute ability.
Just as he was about to complete the Holy Blessing, the clouds in front of him suddenly became stronger, and the thick fog rushed towards him like a geyser.
In the blink of an eye, it had spread across half the field.
Constantine acted as if he didn't see it at all. He took a step forward and pointed at the void with his right hand. A powerful beam of light shot out from between his fingers.
Golden light flashed.
Straight into the thick fog.
For a time, the fog surged.
The golden light suddenly spread into the surroundings, like a golden pillar of light blooming.
The surging of the clouds and mist suddenly became more intense. The thick mist rapidly changed, and like the mouth of a giant beast, it was about to devour the golden light in front of it completely.
The two powerful energies clashed against each other, and gradually, the advantages and disadvantages became apparent.
The golden light clearly had the upper hand.
The mist began to retreat little by little, and it even showed signs of dispersing.
This was clearly caused by the disparity in cultivation.
In terms of energy intensity, Xuanyuan Shishi was still inferior to Constantine.
Constantine's holy light was extremely condensed.
His eyes had already turned golden for safety.
Compared to his passive attitude against Blackmoon the day before, he now looked like a god descending from the heavens. His entire body was glowing with a holy aura.
Right at this moment, a sharp howl suddenly sounded out.
The clouds and mist suddenly dispersed without warning, and thousands of cloud swords shot out.
Just like the day before, the cloud swords pierced through the holy light.
They shot straight at Constantine.
The golden holy light flared, trying to destroy the cloud swords. However, the cloud swords' penetrative power was too strong. They burned with golden flames as they pierced into the depths of the holy light, reaching Constantine in the blink of an eye.
A golden hexagram lit up beneath Constantine's feet. With a shout, a golden barrier of light enveloped his body.
The cloud swords struck the golden barrier, creating ripples in their wake. However, they couldn't break through it. Instead, they were sent flying by the powerful recoil.
The Holy Light Spiritual Formation!
A powerful light-type defense.
However, while the cloud swords didn't seem to be able to break through for the time being, they continued to pour down like quicksilver.
Thousands of cloud swords rained down from the sky, increasing the light emanating from the holy light formation to its peak.
Constantine stood within the formation, calmly sensing the changes in the outside world. He was searching for Xuanyuan Shishi's location.
This level of cloud swords wasn't enough to break through his defenses, but he had to find his opponent first if he wanted to defeat him. Otherwise, everything would be futile.
Faint light flickered, and the air was suffused with the aura of sunlight.
The cloud swords' attacks became more and more concentrated, stabbing into the holy light formation like rain on a banana leaf.
Rings of golden light continued to spread out.
Gradually, the attacks of the cloud swords became more and more ferocious. In the sky, every two cloud swords quickly combined into one. Immediately, the power of the attack increased greatly.
Moreover, they weren't just stabbing forward. Some of the cloud swords spiraled toward Constantine, while others descended from the sky and slashed at him.
Others tried to burrow into the ground from below, only to come back out again.
All sorts of attacks came one after another, and the seemingly uncountable cloud swords started to combine. There were the fewest two cloud swords, and there were dozens of cloud swords that gathered together to form a gigantic sword that slashed down from the sky.
Constantine's body emitted rings of golden light that replenished his holy light formation. The cloud swords, on the other hand, displayed a myriad of strange attacks. It was an eye-opening experience.
Just this level of control was enough to make people gasp in amazement.
The Pharmacist's eyes shone brightly as she watched the fight. She didn't want to miss a single detail. She muttered to herself, "The Sword of the Thousand Changes!
I didn't expect it to show up.
Master called it one of the strongest swordplay in ancient China during the Former Era. If you add … "
At this point, she paused.
She focused more intently on the fight.
Constantine's face paled. No matter how carefully he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Xuanyuan Shishi.
At first, he thought Xuanyuan Shishi would hide in one of the cloud swords. However, he soon discovered that every cloud sword contained Xuanyuan Shishi's aura, and the aura would change according to the size and strength of the cloud swords after they merged.
Could he really be a thousand clones? Could he create so many cloud swords?
How was that possible?
Just as Constantine was filled with disbelief, the cloud swords in the sky suddenly paused. They began to rearrange themselves, and the energy contained in each cloud sword rose rapidly.
Before they had looked more like clouds and mist than before, but now they were much more solid. Someone was going to increase their power.
Constantine took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't keep up this passive defense. If he couldn't find his opponent, then he'd have to destroy them all.
There was a limit to how much energy he could store. His cultivation was superior, and he didn't need to keep defending.
With that thought in mind, he took a step forward. His right index, middle, and ring fingers touched his forehead. His left hand rested on his chest.
A layer of golden light immediately burst forth from his body.
Then, a majestic light figure slowly rose from behind him.
It was impossible to see the figure's face. The only thing that could be seen was his luxurious robes.
A terrible pressure emanated from him, and the shields around the ring began to ripple and distort. It was as if the shield itself had become a tidal wave.
For this match, the organizers had already predicted it. The powerhouses guarding around the stage activated their abilities at the same time to help strengthen the defense.
The cloud swords, which had just finished assembling, began to sway unsteadily in the air. They looked as if they might collapse at any moment.
"Is this … is this the descent of a god?" Mo Xiao gasped.
"It's the power of faith from the Pontiff's Citadel. It's the projection of a celestial emperor," the Terminator said.
The Pontiff's Citadel's search for protogenia was different from any other Adept. The Pontiff's Citadel's Discipline was based on the power of light, and a deeper level of faith.
Therefore, the protogenia they sought was bound to have something to do with faith.
Constantine was no exception.
What he was summoning was the power of faith.
Celestial Emperor's Descent!
The terrifying pressure was like the sun itself. The cloud swords retreated, and the entire ring was bathed in a golden light.
Constantine maintained his previous posture and stood still, maintaining the immense pressure.
Behind him, the projection of Celestial Emperor grew more solid. Wave after wave of golden light surged toward the cloud swords.
The cloud swords at the front were beginning to crumble, and they were being pushed back.
Overwhelming power!
Constantine knew what his advantages were. Since he couldn't find his opponent's weakness, he chose the simplest, most direct, and most effective method.
Terrifying waves of energy rippled through the air.
The cloud swords at the front began to crumble, dissolving into a cloud of mist.
But the mist didn't dissipate. Instead, it floated back and merged with the cloud swords behind it.
Constantine paused. He didn't know this was possible.
Even under the might of Celestial Emperor, the seemingly weak cloud didn't crumble.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort echoed through the air. The thousands of cloud swords in the air seemed to be drawn in by some unknown force. Like rivers flowing into the sea, they converged toward the center.
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Tomorrow is going to be a blast!
At zero o 'clock, Tang Bingyao will tell you how we're going to do it.
It's been a long time since I've felt my blood boil.
Wait for me!
Come with me!
(To be continued)