King's Awakening-Chapter 742 - : Battle with Moore the Protector - Part 2

Chapter 742: Chapter 742: Battle with Moore the Protector – Part 2

Continuous crashes echoed in the space, distorting and morphing the surroundings as if engulfed by boundless chaos. White Mitchell struck his sword toward Moore with abandon, causing ripples in the space.

Moore opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what was happening before him. He had thought that his Law of Wind would be enough to meet any opponent’s challenge, yet he did not expect White Mitchell’s Space Law to be so powerful.

He felt spatial changes, his body no longer agile, no longer as free as the wind. Each dodge was fraught with difficulty, and the spatial blade light had him struggling to move.

Moore gritted his teeth, gathering the Power of Wind in his body, using the Law of Wind to shield himself. His fist was enveloped in a layer of wind, as he swung it toward the spatial blade light.

Space and wind forces collided, causing a powerful clash. The spatial blade light was impeded by the Power of Wind, weakening considerably. This gave Moore an opportunity; he used the Power of Wind to avoid a lethal strike.

White Mitchell’s expression changed slightly; he did not expect Moore’s Law of Wind to hold against his Space Law. He gave a cold laugh and again swung his sword.

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Sword light and fist collided; space and wind made contact once more. This time, the clash was even more intense. The powers of space and wind complemented each other, and neither side dared to be negligent.

White Mitchell’s sword light became unstable; he felt his power gradually weakening. Moore, on the other hand, with the aid of the Power of Wind, adeptly evaded the spatial blade light, doing some damage to White Mitchell in the process.

Both parties bore injuries, yet they did not slow their pace. They understood that victory belonged only to the ultimate survivor.

White Mitchell’s eyes shimmered with determination, and he gathered his strength.

He swung his sword, letting loose a massive spatial blade light. This attack was more terrifying; the power of space was vast, as though it could devastate the entire world overnight.

Moore sensed the hint of death, seeing no way to evade.

“Thinking of killing me? Dream on!”

Moore gritted his teeth fiercely; suddenly, a wave of formidable power blasted out from within his body.

An intense energy fluctuation swept through, compressing the surrounding air as if it were solid matter. Caught off guard by this impressive force, White Mitchell was pulled in, his body helplessly drawn towards it.

Moore looked coldly at the restrained White Mitchell, an air of triumph across his face. “Thinking of opposing me? You’re utterly deluded!” As he finished speaking, his fingertip radiated bright light and mysterious runes slowly emerged.

White Mitchell felt the surrounding space distort bizarrely. His body was swallowed by a black hole-like force, and his mind was clouded with confusion. Struggling to resist, he roared in rage, his power exploding in an instance, determinedly resisting Moore’s force.

However, Moore’s power remained unbeatable. The runes on his body spread out, forming a massive energy vortex. This vortex possessed seemingly infinite power, threatening the very existence of earth.

White Mitchell felt an enormous pressure; he knew he was trapped in the snare deftly laid out by Moore. He firmly admonished himself: he can’t give up; he can’t get lost.

He let out a furious cry, his body’s power swelling instantly. With all his strength, he decisively freed himself from Moore’s restraint.

Moore’s face changed slightly, not expecting White Mitchell to possess such a firm will. Yet, he did not panic; he knew that the Secret Technique he had deployed was far from enough.

He stared at White Mitchell, gathering even stronger power. Closing his fists sharply, the surrounding space twisted violently in an instant, delicate cracks began to appear, seemingly on the brink of shattering.

White Mitchell’s gaze hardened, sensing an ominous presence. Just as an idea flashed in his mind, the space before his eyes twisted into a massive black hole, the tremendous suction making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He strained every muscle, struggling to resist Moore’s force merely. Like a bolt of lightning, he madly darted on the edge of the black hole, continuously launching attacks in hopes of breaking Moore’s Secret Technique.

However, Moore’s power had become remarkably formidable, effortlessly catching White Mitchell’s attack, and his counterattacks were like ruthless thunderbolts striking White Mitchell’s body.

White Mitchell felt himself being hit by a powerful force, thrown away like a burst sack, and heavily fell to the ground.

He felt a severe pain in his chest, gasping for breath, and covered in blood. But he dare not give up. This was his faith to combat for justice, he could not retreat.

White Mitchell struggled to stand up, his eyes sparkled with a tenacious glow. He firmly gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to fight again.

“Protector Moore, although your power is formidable, I will not be defeated by you! No matter how powerful you are, I will stand my ground!” White Mitchell’s words were filled with resoluteness and determination.

Moore chuckled coldly, “You ignorant ant, even if you resist, it’s all in vain.” His voice was filled with disdain and mockery.

He gathered his power again, a massive black vortex formed in his palm, spinning, emitting endless terrifying power.

White Mitchell couldn’t help but feel a chill engendering in his heart. He felt that this time the power was even more potent than before, as if it could tear apart everything that exists.

He prayed in his heart, asking for the perseverance to endure once again. He knew that if he retreated an inch, he would be swallowed by this endless darkness.

“I will not retreat!” White Mitchell shouted, his eyes flashing with determination.

The black vortex rapidly approached, and the power within White Mitchell surged like mad. He swung his sword, ready to counter Moore’s lethal blow with all his strength.

The two powerful forces collided instantly, causing a massive sound in space that was akin to the end of the world.

White Mitchell felt as though his body was swept up in a vast energy, the pain almost surpassing his threshold. But he persisted, he could not retreat in any circumstance.

Time seemed to stagnate, each second appeared infinitely long.

However, when the power of the black vortex dispersed, White Mitchell endured this ordeal with astonishing tenacity.

He stood in place, despite his torn clothes and blood-stained body, his eyes were even more resolute.

Protector Moore looked disbelieving. According to his calculations, White Mitchell should have been thoroughly defeated.

“It seems, you do have some real talents.” Moore said coldly, a flash of even harsher light swept across his eyes.

White Mitchell didn’t say a word, he knew he had to summon greater power to fight against his enemy.

He closed his eyes and prayed in silence. In the most critical moment, he found the answer from the depths of his heart.

When he reopened his eyes, the air around him seemed to instantly become fresher. A strong force permeated his entire body.

White Mitchell felt that he had broken through his limits and had acquired even stronger power.

He swung his sword, a huge flash of light streaked across the sky. This time his attack carried the strength of his entire body, as if it could tear apart all restraints.

A light of astonishment flashed in Protector Moore’s eyes, but he did not dare to relax his guard. He replenished his power, both hands waving to meet White Mitchell’s attack.

Two powerful forces clashed again, creating a shocking scene. The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

White Mitchell and Protector Moore crossed hands at an extraordinary speed, where their attacks passed, nothing remained.

Their swords danced with dazzling light, intersecting in an instant, triggering terrifying shock waves.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos, with sweeping aftershocks and tumbling earth and stones.

White Mitchell stood firm in the middle of the battlefield, not afraid when confronting Moore.

Moore’s eyes were filled with a trace of viciousness and disdain, determined to destroy White Mitchell with his more powerful strength.

His body started to grow rapidly, like a giant. The swelling of his body made it hard to breathe, and his power was enough to shake the earth.

White Mitchell stared directly at the terrifying scene before him, resolute in his heart.

He swung the sword in his hand, unleashing all his strength, fiercely colliding with Moore’s power.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to explode, with howling winds and sweeping lightning.

It seemed as if the whole world was trembling, with mountains collapsing and water boiling.

The attacks of White Mitchell and Moore became more and more fierce, with each collision bringing a burst of light.

White Mitchell’s figure shuttled through the battlefield like a bolt of lightning, with continuous swordsmanship, incredibly fierce. He, dressed in white, with a wave of his sleeve, took a leap in the air, dodged Moore’s powerful attack, and the earth under his feet collapsed instantly.

A mad glint flashed in Moore’s eyes, and his rampant power made him radiate a dark aura. He slowly lifted his hands, mysterious runes revolving around his body, forming an inviolable barrier. With a slight movement of his lips, he muttered an ancient curse, and the Death Sword Skills shot towards White Mitchell without any warning.

White Mitchell felt the power of the swordsmanship, his complexion slightly changed, aware of its exceptional danger. He gripped the hilt tightly, his figure as quick as lightning, avoiding the attack of Sword Qi. However, what followed was the rapid explosion of dark energy from Moore’s hand that destroyed everything around him.

White Mitchell’s face changed instantly, promptly raised his sword, the sword light unfolded like a cloud at dawn, forming a solid defensive barrier, warding off all the powerful forces in front of him.

“White Mitchell, it seems you’re indeed extraordinary,” Moore sneered, his voice carrying a trace of contempt. “But your resistance is nothing more than futile struggle.”

White Mitchell’s gaze was sharp, disdainful of Moore’s words, “Moore, do you think your power is invincible? Don’t forget, all the strong ones have weaknesses.”

Moore glared at White Mitchell, the dark energy in his back more violent. He said through gritted teeth, “I’ve heard about your amazing talent, but I will not fear or back down. I will obliterate you under my power!”

White Mitchell sneered, and the sword light burst forth, as dazzling as countless stars. He pointed the sword at Moore, “You think your power can be invincible, let me tell you, the real strong are not bound by power!”

The anger in Moore’s heart was even more incensed, the dark energy of his whole body transformed into a huge black light, tearing through space, closing in on White Mitchell.

White Mitchell did not give an inch, the dazzling sword light blocked in front of him. He was emitting a powerful aura, his swordsmanship sharper, incredibly fast. His swordsmanship was like the fire of purgatory, burning Moore’s dark power.

The speed of their moves gradually increased, each attack burst out with dazzling sword light and Power of darkness. Within this devastated battlefield, their figures were like sudden wind and heavy rain, and the interweaving sword light and darkness painted a splendid albeit dangerous scene.

White Mitchell’s eyes swept around. The surrounding mountains, rivers, towering ancient trees, and fierce beasts were all affected and destroyed by Moore’s power.

With his ambition surging in his heart, White Mitchell gritted his teeth to persist, creating an atmosphere full of vitality and light with every move. He grasped the true Sword Intent, the power between the sword moves became more sophisticated and sharp. Each attack was precise and decisive, both able to disrupt the opponent’s momentum and deliver a lethal blow.

Moore felt White Mitchell’s momentum growing stronger, his heart was both shocked and angry. He activated the Secret Technique again, his power surged again. The Power of darkness twined around his whole body, forming a dark energy vortex that seemed to absorb all life force.

Moore’s power became stronger, each move was filled with the might to annihilate everything, a gust of dark wind forced White Mitchell to step back again and again, and the mountains behind collapsed, forming a ruin.

White Mitchell’s face turned pale, blood gushing from his mouth. But his eyes were more determined, he knew he couldn’t retreat anymore, he had to fight with all his might, otherwise, the whole world would be swallowed by darkness.

He took a deep breath, and all his strength gathered in the sword in his hand. He raised the sword, the spirit flickered, and burst out of the darkness, effortlessly piercing through the dark realm.

Moore, the protector, stared at White Mitchell in astonishment as he broke through his dark power, his heart filled with boundless anger. He summoned his power again, the Power of Darkness wreaking havoc on all, but this time, he was unable to stop White Mitchell’s advancing steps.

In a flash, White Mitchell abruptly unsheathed and thrust his sword, its light piercing towards Moore like a meteor! Moore, caught off guard, gets impaled in the chest by this strike.

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The Dark Power instantly dispersed upon contact with the sword, and Moore’s body seemed to turn ethereal. He stared at White Mitchell in horror, blood pouring from his mouth as he struggled to pronounce a few words: “Impossible…”

White Mitchell took a deep breath, a smile surfacing on his face. He understood that although Moore’s Dark Energy was powerful, it had weaknesses. As long as he could break through the darkness, he could turn danger into safety.

The moment the sword withdrew, the dark power rapidly receded, and Moore’s figure swayed, continually retreating.

“White Mitchell, I won’t lose to you this easily!” Moore gritted his teeth and barked, his face vicious. He once again activated his Secret Technique planning to launch his final attack.

White Mitchell prepared himself, a touch of determination flashing in his eyes. He swung his sword again, producing a deafening sword hum.

This time, the sword’s light and the Power of Darkness collided again, making it seem as though countless meteors were flashing across the battlefield, creating a tense and spectacular scene.

Endless Sword Intent burned like a raging inferno, White Mitchell’s body pulsating with unimaginable strength. No one could predict the outcome of this final showdown, but it was clear that this was a battle to the death.

The intertwined figures of White Mitchell and Moore turned into streaks of swiftly flashing light, breaking through the remaining darkness on the battlefield.

The interplay of the sword light and the Power of Darkness gradually formed a robust aura, shrouding the entire battlefield with Sword Qi.

However, Moore once again executed his most potent Secret Technique, his body seething with a monstrous surge of Dark Aura, elevating his power to a new height. White Mitchell felt a sudden spike in pressure, investing all his strength into each strike. Alas, he couldn’t withstand Moore’s horrifying power. His sword was suddenly knocked off his grip, his body unable to endure the immense Dark Energy and was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.

White Mitchell’s body was covered in terrifying wounds, fresh blood gushing from his body as he wheezed and stared at Moore. Moore’s eyes had turned blood red, filled with madness and cruelty. He sneered dismissively, pointing his finger at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell didn’t show any signs of backing down. He knew it was the final stage; if he didn’t exhaust all his strength, he would be wholly defeated by Moore. He clenched his teeth, mustering his last bit of energy to struggle back onto his feet.

“Moore, bring it on!” White Mitchell raised his last shred of energy, his Sword Intent erupting like a volcano, concentrating into a colossal beam of sword light, firing towards Moore.

Moore sneered, unyielding as he began to unleash an even stronger Dark Energy. The clash between Darkness and Light formed an incredibly dazzling spectacle, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.

White Mitchell felt his strength rapidly depleting. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, but he wouldn’t easily admit defeat. He decided to play his final trump card. Taking a deep breath, he combined all his Sword Intent into a towering Sword Mountain.

He charged resolutely at Moore. The Sword Mountain, accompanying White Mitchell’s figure, emitted unmatched power. To Moore’s astonishment, he perceived a threat to his life, unable to resist White Mitchell’s mountain-like overwhelming force.

White Mitchell’s Sword Mountain crashed into Moore, resulting in a deafening boom. Moore was sent flying, sprawling onto the ground, with massive Dark Energy swirling around his body. White Mitchell, panting heavily, realized he had won.

However, just as White Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, Moore suddenly got up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face, corrupted with Dark Energy, looked more terrifying and monstrous. He let out a mad laugh, summoning a bolt of Dark Lightning in his hand instantly.

White Mitchell sensed trouble but it was too late to dodge. The Dark Lightning pierced straight through him, carrying a force of destruction. White Mitchell felt excruciating pain as if the Dark Energy was devouring him, and he gradually became weak.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me?!” Moore spat maliciously, his voice filled with sarcasm and triumph.

White Mitchell struggled to his feet, feeling his body rapidly crumbling, the Dark Power pressing heavily on his organs and bones. However, there was no hint of despair in him. He gritted his teeth, fixed his gaze on Moore, stating, “No! I’ll never fall that easily!”

A steady light flickered in White Mitchell’s eyes. He pooled his remaining strength to launch his final attack. He slowly raised his sword, filled with endless determination and power.

Moore sensed the sharp Sword Intent radiating from White Mitchell. Taken aback, he retreated a few steps. But he wasn’t ready to accept defeat just yet. He let out a gruesome laugh, once again releasing his Dark Energy.