King's Awakening-Chapter 739 - : Battling the Nine-winged Black Hawk

Chapter 739: Chapter 739: Battling the Nine-winged Black Hawk

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, dispelling the thought of chasing after the God of Heaven War and the Earth War God.

Meanwhile, Protector Moore, standing atop the Nine-winged Black Hawk, looked down at Lucas Mitchell disdainfully from above, saying, “White Mitchell, stop struggling. You’ve killed so many of our people. Regardless, you must die today.”

“Stop talking rubbish and bring it on.”

Without any expression on his face, White Mitchell responded, and instantly a sword appeared in his hand, which he thrust towards the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

Upon seeing, Protector Moore pulled out a bone flute, and started playing.

Then, he turned around and waved his hand. All the experts of the Heavenly Dragon City flew into the air and landed steadily on the ground.

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“My Nine-winged Black Hawk’s combat abilities are on par with those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Allow it to entertain you,” Protector Moore said confidently to White Mitchell.

White Mitchell glanced in the direction where the God of Heaven War had left, and then resolutely attacked the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

The standoff took place at a distance, the chilly wind blowing and the low growling of the wild beasts echoing through the mountains. All of a sudden, the Nine-winged Black Hawk let out a deafening shriek – the atmosphere instantly changed. The terrible pressure radiating from it was like the bone-chilling wind from a mountaintop, causing a shudder in White Mitchell’s heart.

Upon observing this, White Mitchell moved like lightning, immediately implementing his swordsmanship. His sword transformed into a flash of silver, accompanied by a ferocious Sword Qi, aiming at the Nine-winged Black Hawk. The Nine-winged Black Hawk swiftly evaded, spreading its wings to block White Mitchell.

The Hawk’s feathers quickly condensed, forming numerous feather arrows as hard as steel, raining down on White Mitchell. He hastily utilized his agile movement technique to dodge like a phantom, but some arrows still managed to scrape his clothes, causing blood to instantly gush out.

“Huh! These feather attacks are insidious!” White Mitchell’s face showed seriously, yet simultaneously expressed excitement. He focused on adjusting his state, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands. His sword gleamed, posing a menacing aura.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk also sensed White Mitchell’s fighting intentions. It sneered, its body producing a penetrating humming noise. In an instant, it flapped its wings, transforming into nine giant axe-like figures, and swooped at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell maintained his composure, made a leap, his body morphing into a flash of light, expertly dodging the Nine-winged Black Hawk’s ferocious attack. Relying on his splendid swordsmanship, he continually struck at the Nine-winged Black Hawk, with each slash possessing destructive power.

As the swordlight clashed with the black cloud, the roaring sands and stones in the valley spiked the alarm of all animals. Meanwhile, the Nine-winged Black Hawk fluttered its wings, surrounding White Mitchell like an evil shadow. The intertwining sword and hawk’s wings sparkled with sparks, sounding metallic collisions with every strike.

Throughout the battle, White Mitchell continuously evaded and counterattacked, approaching perfection with his swordsmanship. Every swing of the sword grazed the feathers of the Nine-winged Black Hawk, causing it harm. However, the Nine-winged Black Hawk was not to be underrated, making good use of its formidable physique and the hardness of its wings to relentlessly assault White Mitchell.

Time seemed to stand still, as White Mitchell and the Nine-winged Black Hawk relentlessly battled in the sky. Their figures shimmered in the air, with the clashing noises of swordlight and wings constantly ringing out. The surrounding jungle wailed at their fierce battle, and the animals shut their eyes, not daring to witness this terrible contest.

“Chirp chirp chirp!” The Nine-winged Black Hawk roared repeatedly, feeling both revered for White Mitchell’s strength and pride for its own. However, White Mitchell’s brow furrowed when he noticed a trace of exhaustion in the Nine-winged Black Hawk, his mind racing.

He knew that it was time to strike. He suddenly imposed a Sword Array.

Using himself as the center, he wielded the infinite power within the sword, forming a Sword Qi vortex. The Sword Qi was like a whistling tornado that moved quickly towards the Nine-winged Black Hawk. The hawk, overwhelmed by this immense force, was involuntarily caught in the Sword Qi vortex.

The Sword Qi vortex spun rapidly, causing the hawk to let out a piercing scream, and in an instant, several sword Qi punctured it. Blood splattered in the air, and the Nine-winged Black Hawk fell to the ground in a mess, evidently severely wounded.

Upon seeing this, White Mitchell did not hesitate and took advantage of the situation to increase his attacks – a series of swift and accurate swords to cut towards the Nine-winged Black Hawk. The shimmering light of his sword and the deafening sound of their colliding weapons reverberated amidst the destructive power of each slash.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk didn’t fall behind, letting out a bitter cry. Its body violently bolted upward, its two giant claws grasping towards White Mitchell fiercely.

The sword’s edge clashed with the hawk’s claws, the harsh tearing sound echoing throughout the valley. A strong air wave swept through, knocking down plants and stirring up violent winds. The whole valley seemed to be on the verge of destruction under this tremendous force.

The group from Heavenly Dragon City couldn’t help but feel shocked at this sight.

“Where on earth did this guy with the surname ‘Chen’ come from? He can actually hold his own against the Nine-winged Black Hawk, even appearing to have the upper hand. Why haven’t we heard about such a character before?”

“No wonder so many of our brothers fell at his hands, this talent, even in Heavenly Dragon City, he would still be considered an extraordinary existence.”

“Could this be the effect of the Spirit Pill? He wasn’t like this before, but after taking the Spirit Pill, there seems to be a qualitative change.”

People from Heavenly Dragon City were buzzing with conversations.

Meanwhile, Moore was also becoming somewhat fanatical.

He had also realized that it was after White Mitchell consumed the Spirit Pill that he possessed the strength to contend with the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

This power was indeed enviable.

If he could obtain this power, his realm could definitely make further progress.

Moreover, he could see that White Mitchell had not yet fully grasped the power of the Spirit Pill.

If the Spirit Pill fell into his own hands, he could definitely bring out its greater effects.

Of course, the prerequisite for this was not to let others know.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever.

With this thought in mind, Moore’s gaze swept over the people around him, and a crazy plan began to emerge in his mind.

On the other side, the battle between White Mitchell and the Nine-winged Black Hawk had reached a fever pitch.

White Mitchell avoided the Nine-winged Black Hawk’s attack with the recoil force, and took off into the air, shattering it with the brightness of his sword. Using the Astounding Sword Move, wave after wave of sword momentum surged, like electricity, piercing unstoppably towards the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk felt the threat of White Mitchell’s sword momentum and instantly displayed its ultimate move, the Black Dragon Roll. Spreading its wings, a dark airflow enveloped it, spinning like a black dragon. The violent airflow caused mountains to collapse and stones to fly, the sound of stones and debris filled the air. Giant trees were knocked down by the Black Dragon Roll, stones were shattered, and the entire valley was shaking violently.

White Mitchell felt the immense pressure from the Black Dragon Roll, stepping on the fragmented ground, his soft Sword Aura firmly rooted him in place. He gathered the True Qi in his body, and with a swing of his sword, a brilliant light burst forth. He let out a roar, elevating the Astounding Sword Move to a new realm.

A swordlight that resembled a shooting star tore through the airflow of the Black Dragon Roll. The swordlight carried all of White Mitchell’s strength and soul, striking down with boundless might towards the heart of the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk hadn’t expected White Mitchell to possess such a powerful strike. It looked in astonishment at the swordlight similar to death, fear surging in its heart. But it could not evade, it could only desperately flap its wings to resist.

The Black Dragon Roll gradually dissipated before White Mitchell’s swordlight, while the Nine-winged Black Hawk was slashed by the swordlight, leaving a torn wound. Blood splattered, the Nine-winged Black Hawk screamed fiercely, writhing in pain to try to escape.

White Mitchell didn’t slacken in the least, his figure flashed again, lunging towards the Nine-winged Black Hawk. However, this time, the Nine-winged Black Hawk became even more ferocious, its sharp claws ripped through White Mitchell’s flesh. White Mitchell was thrown back and smashed onto the slope.

The sound of the mountains collapsing grew more violent. The Nine-winged Black Hawk glared at White Mitchell, flapped its wings, and the violent wind was stirred up again. White Mitchell struggled to get up, and although in severe pain, his eyes gleamed with determination.

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He knew that the battle had only just begun. White Mitchell took a deep breath to ease his pain and began to regather his True Qi. Once again, he tightened his grip on the sword, his gaze was like a torch, as he charged towards the Nine-winging Black Hawk once again.

The Cold Sword was as swift as lightning. White Mitchell violently stabbed towards the critical area of the Nine-winged Black Hawk. The hawk fluttered its wings, nimbly dodging the attack of the Cold Sword, but White Mitchell didn’t stop. He continued to step closer.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk once again felt the powerful aura emanating from White Mitchell. It furiously flapped its wings, causing a back vortex to form again, shaping into a Black Dragon Roll. As the hawk vacillated, the Black Dragon Roll expanded, its speed almost unfathomable. White Mitchell swiftly seized the opportunity to dodge before it could completely form.

Seeing that White Mitchell had evaded the attack of the Black Dragon Roll, a spark of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Nine-winged Black Hawk. It fluttered its wings again and pounced towards White Mitchell. He calmly dodged, the radiance of his sword sharper and more aggressive than before, instantly piercing between the scales of the hawk.

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky, and White Mitchell unleashed his ultimate move – Sky Thunder! Wherever his sword passed, lightning sparkled and fiercely struck the Nine-winged Black Hawk. The hawk let out a mournful cry, its body violently shaking. White Mitchell seized this opportunity, leapt up mid-air, his blade tearing through the hawk’s flesh like a shooting star.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk felt immense pain, it roared, and with its large open mouth, swallowed all the Sky Thunder overhead. In an instant, the glow of the lightning disappeared, and the hawk grew even larger, standing like a colossal black mountain between heaven and earth.

The hawk lashed out with its sharp claws, and quick as a flash, White Mitchell let go of the Cold Sword and nimbly avoided the attack, but still got scratched. The claw of the Black Hawk was lethal, anywhere it hit, muscles were ripped apart, blood spewed in all directions.

White Mitchell clenched his fist and calmly unleashed an Invisible Sword Light. His figure turned into a residual image, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky. The hawk widened its eyes, feeling a wave of intangible pressure. The Sword Light seemed as thin and sharp as a silk thread, outlining a scene of ruthless danger.

The Sword Light instantly touched the scales of the Black Hawk, causing it severe pain. It howled in rage, whirled its wings abruptly, stirring up a strong wind. White Mitchell gripped his sword hilt tightly, moving fluidly like a nimble sword dance, skillfully evading the hawk’s attacks.

Under the cut of the Sword Light, the hawk’s scales fell one after another, blood was spilled copiously. Despite this, it refused to surrender, and its painful cries echoed through the valley. White Mitchell smiled. He knew victory was not far off.

He quietly gathered his True Qi, standing firm like an age-old pine that would never fall. He inhaled deeply, the True Qi surging, the Sword Light reaching its limit instantly.

Finally, White Mitchell launched his attack. The Sword Light was like a river flowing into the sea, with overwhelming momentum, it slashed towards the chest of the Black Hawk.

The hawk watched as the Sword Light approached with murder in its eyes. With a sudden jolt, it took off, soaring high in the sky.

Seeing this, White Mitchell stomped on the ground, and with sword in hand, swiftly followed.

His sword momentum was like a rainbow, his body gracefully soaring through the sky like a dancing crane, chasing after the Black Hawk. His long sword was like a flash of lightning, streaking across the sky, leaving behind blinding trails of swordlight.

The hawk felt the threatening power from White Mitchell, so it unleashed its ultimate ability and cried out pitifully. Starting from the hawk, a sonar attack spread outwards, collapsing mountains and trees into dust.

White Mitchell was momentarily dazed by the sudden sonar attack. He staggered and took a few steps back. Readjusting his focus, he looked up at the hawk, his eyes shining with an unwavering resolve for battle.

The Black Hawk pressed its attack, whirling around a few times, transforming into a black cyclone, headed towards White Mitchell. He instantly adjusted his sword momentum, fluidly evading like water flowing, narrowly avoiding the attacks each time in the nick of time.

Crossing residual images on the battlefield, swordlight and black cyclones intertwining together, was like an exquisite dance performance. White Mitchell sometimes moved lightly like a swallow, sometimes relentlessly like a tiger. His every move was filled with strength and finesse.

However, the Black Hawk’s attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, causing White Mitchell to be increasingly unable to resist. His movements started to become frantic, sword wounds popping up all over his body. Blood followed the trail of the wounds and dripped onto the ground.

The hawk seized the opportunity and launched a ferocious attack. White Mitchell could only retreat successively, striving to evade the fatal blow. The surrounding mountains and trees had been ground down to dust, the chaotic battlefield was splattered with blood and remains.

Cold sweat seeped down White Mitchell’s forehead. He took a deep breath and focused.

As the Black Hawk’s wing flapping speed increased, its attacks became more ruthless. White Mitchell began to feel worn-out. He knew he had to act fast, or he would be forced into a dead-end by the hawk.

White Mitchell yelled loudly, his body spinning rapidly as his sword momentum exploded like a storm. His long sword was like an extension of his life, embodying all his strength and effort. A dazzling Sword Light cut through the sky, pointing directly at the heart of the Black Hawk.

The hawk felt the terrifying force erupting from White Mitchell and the threat of death. It hesitated for a moment and slightly backed off, avoiding the fatal strike from White Mitchell.

White Mitchell didn’t stop his attack, he closely pursued the Black Hawk, aiming to deliver a killing blow while it was focused on evading.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk was unwilling to be driven back by White Mitchell, so it took to the skies again, transforming into a black whirlwind, stirring up fierce gales as it charged at White Mitchell. Mountains and trees swayed under the violent winds, and dust filled the sky.

White Mitchell’s eyes flashed, raising a finger and causing his swordlight to appear in an instant. The Nine-winged Black Hawk’s assault was a miss and Mitchell’s sword momentum barely touched the enemy.

The surrounding area was in a state of carnage, with ruins scattered about. White Mitchell’s body was in a sorry state, but his gaze was even more determined. He knew that only by breaking through the current predicament could he have a chance to survive.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk continued to fight valiantly, its high-pitched cry echoing throughout the valley. It was like a furious king of beasts, its boundless strength gushing outwards.

White Mitchell, suppressing his pain and fatigue, put all his strength forth to carry out another attack. His sword momentum became even more fierce and incisive. Each move was like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky, unstoppable.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk felt the threat emanating from within White Mitchell and knew that if things continued this way, it was destined to lose. It took flight again, attempting to escape from Mitchell’s attack range.

But White Mitchell had anticipated this. He instantly sped up, chasing after the Nine-winged Black Hawk.

The Nine-winged Black Hawk flapped its wings tirelessly to fly, but Mitchell steadily closed in. His swordlight pierced the sky, like lightning, and the Black Hawk could only keep avoiding.

In the end, the Nine-winged Black Hawk was exhausted and landed awkwardly on the ground.

White Mitchell strode panting to the Black Hawk’s side, his expression grave as he raised his longsword, ready to deal a lethal blow.

But in that split second, the flute in Moore’s hand was played again.

As soon as the sound rose, the formerly feeble Nine-winged Black Hawk, seemed to have been injected with a life force, and sprang up, its eyes filled with a ruthless aura.

Seeing this, White Mitchell could not help but frown.

His instincts told him that the Nine-winged Black Hawk in front of him seemed to have deployed some secret technique that was consuming its life at a very fast pace.

But now, the Nine-winged Black Hawk displayed a fearless attitude towards death.

Clearly, the actions of the Nine-winged Black Hawk were no longer under its control, it was Moore who was in control of everything.

As long as the Nine-winged Black Hawk was alive, once Moore’s flute sounded, it would launch an attack again, and it would be a fearless one.

At this thought, a strong fighting spirit filled White Mitchell’s eyes.

Chirp!

The Nine-winged Black Hawk’s fighting spirit was also surging at this moment.

It knew that it was either it that would die in this fight or it would be White Mitchell.

One of them between the hawk and Mitchell had to be declared the winner.

This was the death order Moore had issued to it, and the secret technique it was employing now only lasted for the time it takes to burn one stick of incense.

If it couldn’t eliminate White Mitchell within that time, then the one to die would be itself!