However.

When Reynolds Ban successfully unleashed his Supreme Secret Technique and looked confidently at his opponent.

He found that Aiven was already prepared, standing not far from him, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing his left index finger at him, with a faint red Extraordinary Spiritual Light flickering at his fingertip.

"Uh... Careless!"

Aiven's superior Knight Realm and Swordsmanship skills almost made him forget that his opponent, in addition to his identity as a knight, is also an Official Wizard.

Distancing himself not only gave him time to unleash his Secret Technique but also provided his opponent with a chance to calmly deploy witchcraft.

After that.

coun——

Amidst the strange incantation of head-heavy-foot-light sensation.

An invisible force struck Reynolds Ban at lightning speed.

[Official Witchcraft: Blood Reverse Flow!]

For an Official Knight, it takes but the time to pull the trigger to move in front of the musketeer and kill him in advance.

And no witchcraft can be more convenient than pulling the trigger.

Even if a powerful wizard possesses the power to destroy the world, during a close-range face-to-face confrontation with a knight, most use basic witchcraft almost as instantaneously as pulling the trigger.

Of course, except for those "power and agility focus" deviant wizards.

During the earlier fierce exchanges, Aiven did not deliberately adhere to knightly spirit by not using witchcraft but simply had not found the opportunity.

Now.

Taking advantage of the gap when Reynolds Ban launched the Extraordinary Secret Technique, Aiven finally unleashed his first direct offensive witchcraft since becoming an Official Wizard.

Based on a series of in-depth studies of the human body during the apprenticeship stage, he unleashed — [Blood Reverse Flow].

However, for a Peak Knight who has dealt with various strange things in the New Continent.

Even if he himself does not possess any Extraordinary Energy, if it were that easy to be resolved by witchcraft, he would have long been repelled and settled by the Atrean people natives before meeting Aiven.

How could life be so carefree?

In the instant the witchcraft power easily passed through the "Ceremony Circle" and neared his body.

pa——

A whip-like loud explosion erupted from Reynolds Ban.

A Witchcraft Immunity Talisman provided to the knights by the Eternal Flame Church for military service suddenly lit up with golden Extraordinary Spiritual Light, blocking it momentarily.

While it didn't grant him true immunity to the evil witchcraft unleashed face-to-face by the Official Wizard, it weakened its original impact by forty to fifty percent.

Despite this.

wa——

Reynolds Ban spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Even the strong body of a Peak Knight couldn't withstand the high-speed blood flow due to Physical Liberation, abruptly coming to a halt.

The previously very healthy, fair skin was now blood-red, clearly indicating that the subcutaneous capillaries had suffered extensive ruptures. The blood vessels within the organs were invisible, but evidently could not be unscathed either.

Despite the talisman's weakening of "Blood Reverse Flow," which prevented Reynolds Ban's blood vessels from reversing and causing instant death, it massively diminished the ability of his Peak Knight's Physical Liberation.

Before he could readjust his physical status.

boom——

Aiven had already stepped onto the broken sea, actively wielding his sword in attack.

Reynolds Ban could only endure the piercing pain within his blood vessels and organs, barely raising his sword to defend, while the two-meter-long attack and defense circle of the "Ceremony Circle" kept flickering unstably.

Originally within this circle, he possessed absolute Commanding Power and could even achieve absolute defense through Swordsmanship, indicating not just the longsword, even water couldn't penetrate.

But at this moment.

The perfect Swordsmanship Secret Technique showed flaws, making it no longer supreme.

[Secret Technique: Floating Boat!]

Seizing the opportunity, Aiven slid past him like a light boat skimming over water, leaving a long bloody mark on his left chest.

hiss——

This was the first time Reynolds Ban, master of Supreme Swordsmanship, was wounded by Aiven's sword during this combat.

In the instant they brushed past each other.

Aiven had already completed a weapon switch using the "Magic Pocket".

The two fine-quality double-barreled firearms obtained from the Blood Hand Gang were already in hand.

bang! bang! bang! bang!

Just after swiftly moving away two meters, he decisively fired, releasing four fiery lead bullets.

Actually, Aiven also feared that lingering within the circle during his attack might give Reynolds Ban the chance to reestablish the attack-defense circle, completely trapping him inside.

A person's reputation precedes them.

Since the name "Supreme Swordsmanship" has been called for so many years without being exposed as a fraud, it must have genuine merits, and he had no interest whatsoever to personally test the "Marychinsky Circle".

Just as Aiven anticipated.

The instant he withdrew, the "Ceremony Circle" reopened, without seeing Reynolds Ban wield his sword, two rounds already fragmented into pieces and fell into the sea.

zzz——

This was the pseudo-sword qi power meticulously planned within the circle using various formulas and parameters.

The other two, one was blocked by Reynolds Ban with the back of the Swift Sword, and the last one grazed his cheek, leaving a blood trace when he slightly tilted his head.

At this point, Aiven was even less willing to seriously compete with this unreasonable Swordsmanship Secret Technique.

He put away the double-barreled firearms, waved, and tossed out two bottles of green glowing "Strong Witchcraft Potion".

Don't you claim to be able to defend against water droplets absolutely? What about vaporized poison?

Recognizing what they were, Reynolds Ban no longer had the strength to condemn Aiven, a disgrace among knights, for using witchcraft, firearms, and poison in a dignified swordsmanship duel?!

Within the Supreme Swordsmanship School, such behavior would definitely lead to expulsion from the sect and permanent removal!

After enduring a series of varied attacks from Aiven, Reynolds Ban was so furious that veins on his forehead throbbed wildly, and he even felt a warm flow in his ears and nose, perhaps it was not a hallucination.

"Despicable!"

After shouting in vain, Reynolds Ban decided not to forcefully counter the "Voodoo Potion" which had already dissolved the "Secret Technique" and tore into the water.

At this moment, he had abandoned the plan for a quick battle against Aiven and was swiftly heading towards the scrambled two warships from the seabed.

Because during the previous confrontation gap, he had heard the pained groans of his old partner, Stanley, the captain of the "Stendeburg," amid the chaotic shouts and sounds of killing several hundred meters away.

He knew that under the siege of two Extraordinaries and a Sniper Musketeer, his old comrade, who was a Senior Knight, might soon be unable to hold on.

He must return to aid immediately!

Otherwise, once the Extraordinaries on the ship decide the winner, his ordinary sailors, even if they outnumbered the opponents, would be left at the mercy of others.

For a Peak Knight whose body already approached that of a Demon, even his swimming speed in a diving state far exceeded that of a cheetah, and within the mere seconds Aiven prepared to counter his sneak attack, he had already closed to within less than a hundred meters of the battlefield.

"Don't rush, don't leave!"

Aiven was already swiftly chasing after him from behind.

He even fetched a sturdy long rope from his "Magic Pocket" and threw it out with a flick of his hand.

The "Activated Spiritual Light" in his hand spread onto the long rope, turning it into an activated rope like a snake, which automatically drilled into the seawater and instantly entangled Reynolds Ban's ankle.

Taut in an instant!

The situation on the ship was developing in a good direction, and Aiven certainly didn't want this troublemaker to return.

With his powerful strength and superb swordsmanship, he had no confidence in ensuring Milan's and the others' safety.

After all, while he wanted to entirely end Aiven here, Aiven thought the same way about him.

A half-step Master with strong will and self-discipline might just be one "Breath of the Giant Beast" away from a Great Knight.

As the two entangled again.

The battle on the "Stendeburg" took a sudden turn, marking the biggest turning point since the start of the battle!

Without extra Extraordinary power to stop Milan, his Mystical Shooting repeatedly hit the mark.

Bam!

Finally, when Stanley's steps were stalled after being slashed in the thigh by Boris's Command Saber, another mystical shot from Milan grazed his waist, taking with it a large piece of flesh and skin.

"Ah——!"

Then Gary seized the opportunity to decapitate him with an axe.

At this time, aside from Edmond, who had hid in the lower cabin due to exhaustion, there were no living Extraordinaries left on the "Stendeburg."

To make matters worse.

The duration of the battle was enough for the freely moving "Endeavor" to replicate the opponent's strategic intentions, successfully coming alongside the "Stendeburg" from the other side.

After reinforcements joined, the difference in numbers was leveled, and the "Stendeburg," having undergone a fierce battle, instead found itself at a disadvantage.

The situation spiraled downward quickly!

At this time, the last surviving Extraordinary, Edmond, could no longer hide.

He initially hid not out of fear of death, but because he had full confidence in the Hilus Warriors who had engaged in a grappling battle.

But he never would have imagined that, under the circumstances where they possessed a Peak Knight and Half-step Sword Master like Reynolds Ban, they would fall to a disadvantage in the grappling battle.

No, it was a foreseeable defeat at this point!

Unless Reynolds Ban could kill the opponents in the shortest time and rush back to help.

However...

Through the porthole, Edmond saw the huge waves exploding on the sea surface and admitted that they indeed underestimated their opponents while also making up his mind:

"Stanley has returned to the embrace of God, and now it's my turn to sacrifice for God!"

In the lower cabin, the fire basin was reignited.

This time, however, Edmond dripped not holy oil, but his pious blood as a priest of the "Eternal Flame."

There was no trace of fear on his face, only boundless fanaticism. With a gold-inlaid ivory-handled dagger, he cut open his wrists, letting his trickling blood flow into the fire basin, and flames interspersed with white light surged close to a meter high.

"Eternal Flame, I pray to You;

Eternal Flame, I place my faith in You;

.....

Eternal Flame, there is no other god in my eyes."

[Divine Skill: Sacrifice!]

"Sacrifice" is noble, but any Wizard of the same level here wouldn't make such a choice; they would either escape or leverage their value for lenient capture treatment.

But for the zealots of the "Eternal Flame," this was the purpose of their life!

Even within the teachings of the "Eternal Flame," Priests are Servants of God, having a fleeting life on earth but attaining eternal peace in God's realm after death.

Therefore, to these zealous believers, there was no fear of death.

The solemn and pious prayer grew louder, resonating above the entire warship, also boosting the morale of many devout Hilus soldiers.

They shouted together, "Eternal Flame, I place my faith in You!"

"..."

"Not good! Interrupt him quickly, we can't let him complete the divine skill."

Having experienced it once, Boris was clearly aware of the outcome when the divine skill was completed, remembering vividly the intense explosion that claimed half a ship in its final throes.

After teaming up with Gary to slay the enemy captain, he hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when a boundless sense of dread flooded his heart.

Again, he raised the Secret Treasure Command Saber in his hand, pulling Gary at his side, just about to charge towards the doorway leading to the lower cabin.

Boom——!

The wooden door had already blasted open by itself, and a burning figure stepped out.

Cloaked in a Flame Robe, with two flaming horns slowly growing from his forehead and cracks of fire covering his body's surface, resembling a terrifying Hellfire Demon.

Yet, his face radiated with light, like the purest of saints!

Edmond's torch-like burning eyes swept across the Phaletis soldiers who had already gained absolute superiority, opening his mouth to deliver a greeting that resounded like boiling magma:

"Burn! Burn! Burn!"

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