Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1962 Duel (Part Two)

Wright was clearly aware of his weaknesses, and as the battle dragged on, his mood grew increasingly heavy.

If this drags on any longer...

Before he could even form that thought, a twisted black thorn suddenly shot out from the shadows beneath his feet, attempting to entangle his ankle.

Wright reacted quickly, leaping aside in the blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, the twisted black thorns seemed to have parasitized the shadow beneath his feet. No matter how fast he moved, he could not shake off his shadow. As he moved, his shadow moved with him.

During this time, Eredar seized the opportunity to switch from defense to offense, wielding her thorny greatsword and quickly pressing forward.

[Frosty Shield!]

Without even a moment to hesitate, Wright immediately unleashed his True Word Battle Technique.

In an instant, a shield surrounded by a gust of wind enveloped Wright's entire body.

The black thorns that had wrapped around him were instantly shredded by the howling wind, which also neutralized Eredar's powerful slash!
Ereda was not surprised by this result.

For him, the battle had only just begun.

Eredar continued to wield her thorny greatsword. In the previous exchange, she had successfully seized the initiative and launched a relentless attack on Wright, giving him no chance to catch his breath or regroup.

During this process, more twisted black thorns emerged one after another from Eredar's Thorn Greatsword and Thorn Armor, reaching out to grab Wright.

Meanwhile, Wright's shadow was not quiet either, with black thorns constantly emerging to launch sneak attacks on him.

The appearance of these black thorns largely compensated for the fact that the Eredar's attack frequency was not high enough due to wielding a greatsword.

With her thorny greatsword and the constantly emerging black thorns, Eredar's dense offensive forced Wright, who had already lost the initiative, into a passive defensive predicament, leaving him with no chance to counterattack.

Having gained the upper hand, Eredar gradually became more and more comfortable with his game.

"Wright, for the sake of our long-standing friendship, if you are willing to lead your people to surrender, acknowledge me as your king, and obey my orders from now on, I might spare your life!"

With provocative words, Ereda seemed to be putting pressure on Wright, and her entire offensive became increasingly aggressive.

"You will lead your people to destruction. I will never allow you to become the Elf King!"

Wright slashed with his twin swords, coordinating his footwork with each strike, deflecting Eredar's attacks while continuously severing the black thorns that flew towards him.

Although these black thorns look like thorns, they are not actually tangible plants, but a special kind of energy.

As long as energy continues to be injected, the attacks will never be completely eradicated, yet he still has no choice but to deal with them.

This made Wright fully realize that he was being targeted; the Eredar had come prepared, and he had been dragged into a war of attrition.

During this time, Ereda showed no anger in the face of Wright's veto.

After all, he was mentally prepared for this outcome. He and Wright had practically grown up together, and he knew each other too well. Wright couldn't possibly accept it.

His words at this moment were more meant to provoke the other party and make them lose their composure.

Whether the other side has been affected or not is another matter, but as things stand, our tactics are being executed exceptionally smoothly.

This was perfectly reasonable to Eredar.

He has been preparing for this battle for over three hundred years!

Based on his understanding of Wright, coupled with extensive mental simulations and calculations, his current fighting style was specifically created to counter Wright.

And Wright? He didn't think Wright would be prepared for this, and that was the biggest and most crucial difference between them!
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a strong energy fluctuation suddenly came from afar, startling Ereda.

[That direction... is it the Ancient Elf Tree?!]

"Are there elves undergoing trials?"

The unease that was growing in her heart prompted Ereda to immediately speak up and probe.

"I don't recall anyone in my clan, among my peers and younger generations, being able to reach this level of fluctuation. It's even more impossible for those old fogies." Given the Elven race's generally laziness, Eredar didn't believe that this was something the younger generation that had grown up in the three hundred years since his exile could achieve.

As for his peers and juniors, he understood them even better. The only one he truly cared about was Wright!
Seeing Ereda like this, Wright couldn't help but speak up again...

“I’ve said it before, the people are not the same as before. Lay down your weapons, and as long as you sincerely repent for your mistakes, you still have a chance to turn back!”

After all, they were childhood friends who had grown up together, and Wright couldn't bear to do it.

The fact that the Dark Elves, led by the Eredar, were merely expelled after their crushing defeat speaks volumes.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Ereda responded to Wright's well-intentioned advice with a burst of laughter.

"Wright, don't you understand the situation? I'm the one who has the upper hand right now!"

"We both know the distance from the Ancient Tree of Elves to here. Even a martial artist at the Transcendent Realm level couldn't possibly make it in time if they used their true energy to travel all the way!"

Before the words were even finished, more black thorns continued to spread out.

His previous attack with black thorns was not without strategy. At this moment, a large number of black thorns had woven into a large net, instantly trapping Wright inside.

Realizing something was wrong, Wright once again activated his 'Wind Shield', only to have it shattered by Ereda's sword! He was prepared!

Looks like that's the only option left!

Without time to think, Wright swung his twin swords of wind and fire once more.

[Hurricane Slash!]

At the critical moment of life and death, Wright swung his Wind Spirit Sword, instantly creating a tornado! The Flame Spirit Sword that followed immediately transformed it into a raging firestorm!

The terrifying power instantly swept across the entire surrounding area, and the black thorns that were enveloping him were wiped out in an instant!

Even Ereda, who had been relentlessly pursuing the enemy, had to retreat, but she couldn't completely avoid the attack and was thrown to the ground with a heavy thud.

At that moment, he felt like his body was about to fall apart.

Gripping the thorny greatsword tightly, he tried to stand up, but before he could, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his purplish-gray skin turning deathly pale.

Then, staring blankly at the terrifying storm of flames, Eredar was stunned.

Clearly, he was unaware that Wright had this trick up his sleeve.

The unexpected situation caught Ereda somewhat off guard.

He had actually anticipated a similar situation, but he never imagined it would be so extreme!

Did this guy hold back a trick up his sleeve back then?

Ereda felt conflicted when she thought about this.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, his gaze suddenly fell upon Wright, who, after the attack, could only barely stand by using his two swords to support himself on the ground. His heart quickly calmed down.

"Wright, it seems you've reached your limit. This duel is mine..."

Before she could finish speaking, Eredar's sense of crisis suddenly went off with a bang.

He had no time to think; he almost instinctively raised the thorny greatsword in his hand.

In an instant, a sound of weapons clashing was heard, and Eredar's body was sent flying.

During the inverted flight, he quickly regained his balance and looked in the direction from which the attack came.

At that very moment, a figure with a cold expression and holding a sword suddenly entered his field of vision!

(End of this chapter)