Anders’ weapon was a sword named the Frostflame Demonbane. It was one of the three legendary blades in the world.
It enhanced the damage inflicted by each strike and possessed two types of elemental attacks, alternating between an icy frost or raging flames.
Each type of attack carried immense destructive power, with its power amplified with the wielder’s strength.
As Anders charged forward, the Frostflame Demonbane in his hand was unsheathed. A scorching red flame instantly covered the entire blade, resembling a fiery dragon that roared incessantly.
The flames scorched everything in its path, leaving a trail of withered and charred greenery on the ground.
“Flaming Surge First Form!”
Anders flicked his wrist and raised his flaming sword high above before slashing it down heavily toward Dustin’s head from a distance.
“Boom!” A thunderous explosion reverberated.
The flaming sword suddenly surged, forming a massive blade energy out of thin air. The blade energy extended over 32 feet in length and nine feet in width. It was surrounded by swirling flames, displaying astonishing might.
At first glance, it resembled an enormous cleaver slicing open the sky as it descended ruthlessly upon Dustin.
“That blade energy is so terrifying! Is this Sir Anders’ true strength? It’s incredibly powerful!”
“He certainly lives up to his reputation as one of Oakvale’s four princes. The power of this strike is probably close to that of an ultimate grandmaster, don’t you think?”
“It seems like only a prodigy like Sir Anders’ is able to compete with Logan.”
Witnessing the enormous blade energy in the sky, the crowd couldn’t help but reveal expressions of shock.
Anders’ attacks were in a completely different league from those of the Stormfire Order’s elite fighters. That was the difference between an ordinary elite fighter and a top prodigy.
“Blade!” Dustin suddenly reached into the air, and a fallen azure steel sword soared through the air, landing back in his grip. Holding it with one hand, he casually flicked the sword toward the descending flaming blade energy.
“Swoosh!” A burst of white sword aura erupted from the blade, colliding heavily with the flaming sword.
“Boom!” A deafening sound echoed as the sword and blade energies clashed. In an instant, the ground quivered, and a formidable energy wave emanated from the point of impact, leaving destruction in its path.
In the moment of contact, the white sword aura had burst into fragments, while the flaming blade energy split into two.
Both sides seemed evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand. However, Anders had exerted all his strength into that single strike. Yet, Dustin had casually blocked it.
“Flaming Surge Second Form!”
Without hesitation, Anders followed up with a second slash after the unsuccessful first strike.
This time, he unleashed a horizontal slash instead of a downward slash. It was faster, stronger, and with a more cunning angle.
Anders’ Flaming Surge Blade Technique possessed a unique characteristic. Each successive strike would surpass the previous one in strength, like waves growing in intensity.
Simply put, the more he fought, the more powerful his attacks would grow. Although facing the horizontal slash, Dustin remained expressionless and effortlessly raised his sword to parry.
Another intense collision occurred between the sword aura and the blade energy. Despite the grand spectacle, a winner hadn’t emerged.
“Flaming Surge Third Form!”
“Flaming Surge Fourth Form!”
“Flaming Surge Fifth Form!”
Anders fought more fearlessly as the battle progressed. He alternated between various blade techniques, executing each strike with a deadly precision.
His momentum reached its peak as he exuded an overwhelming presence.
However, unlike typical martial artists, Anders exuded a deadly countenance, the kind forged through fighting on the battlefield.
Relentless and unstoppable, Anders charged forward without hesitation. Even if a deity were blocking his way, he would strike them down in a heartbeat.