Storm of Gods

Chapter 212 A Clash of Men

Both spirit mold makers and potion makers rely on spiritual energy to create props and potions. These are relatively safe and worry-free professions, similar to the old master-apprentice system, with each school having its own tradition.

Li Xin thought the protective gear Simmons and Didia were very valuable, even more so than the ones he had borrowed, regardless of their effectiveness. It seemed the young master was quite wealthy.

Simmons wielded a greatsword, while Didia used a spear. They bowed to each other, and the moment their eyes met, their auras surged and their spiritual energy burned. Although Didia knew that Simmons was not as strong as himself, he was still capable of posing a threat. Didia did not relax at all and pressed his aura directly against Simmons. The strong controlled the rhythm!
Simmons knew this too, so he didn't directly confront Didia. Instead, he steadily defended his position and prevented Didia from suppressing him. The confrontation between the two sides made the air in the base seem to freeze. Aklis and Li Xin were fine, but Celia felt her breathing gradually becoming difficult. She felt like she was about to drown. She tried to break free, but found that it was already very difficult when she realized it.

Aklis noticed Celia's discomfort out of the corner of his eye and stood in front of her, forming a barrier. Celia's breathing immediately became easier, and she glanced gratefully at the prince. He may be a playboy, but he's also very considerate in his actions.

When he looked at the battlefield again, everything was different. Although he didn't move, Didia's aura surrounded Simmons as if it were a tangible force, giving him absolute dominance on the field. Simmons, trapped in the middle, was not in a hurry, but he was completely on the defensive.

Didia was also somewhat surprised. He thought he would at least put pressure on Simmons and create openings, but he didn't expect the kid to defend so flawlessly.

bass……

With a soft sound, Didia vanished from his spot, his spear striking Simmons with deadly accuracy. Simmons' eyes widened in shock, and he met the attack with his greatsword. Boom...

Without a single fancy probing move, Didia immediately launched a full-scale attack, his silver spear unleashing a barrage of rapid and ruthless strikes. Simmons switched to a defensive stance, constantly dodging and parrying. Didia's spear spun, clanging and clashing...

Simmons kept retreating to deflect the attacks, but Didia had already launched a high-step attack. With a loud bang, Simmons was knocked back. Before Simmons could react, Didia's spear tip suddenly pierced towards his head like a poisonous dragon. Simmons instantly leaned back to avoid the fatal blow, but this was a whip spear. The spearhead suddenly blocked the attack, and Simmons spun around to dodge it. However, Didia had already kicked out and hit him squarely.

Simmons was sent flying, his greatsword leaving a trail on the ground, and he braced himself with one hand.

Didia, carrying his gun, did not give chase. He frowned and said, "You're worse than I thought. There's a reason for the decline of the George family."

Simmons brushed the footprints off his body, his pupils turning blood red. "You're celebrating a little too soon."

Didia smiled slightly. "You were right not to go to the Knight Academy. With your level, you wouldn't even be able to get into my team."

Simmons' face showed a hint of anger, but he quickly suppressed it, let out a roar, and his psionic energy exploded, thump thump thump thump...

The greatsword slashed out, a low slash, but Didia's spear immediately pressed down, sweeping his leg. Simmons dodged and rose, his greatsword slashing back, but Didia directly blocked it by spinning his spear into a staff. The silver spear slashed out again, and Simmons was in trouble. His greatsword blocked, *crack crack crack*...

Didia unleashed a triple volley, each shot exploding with devastation. Simmons desperately blocked, knowing that continuing to defend would lead to certain death. He attempted a risky sliding thrust, aiming to cut close to the spear shaft, but Didia had anticipated this. The spear spun around, turning Simmons' back to him. Simmons' heart pounded, and he instantly unleashed incredible speed, his greatsword transforming into a streak of light as he slashed down. However, Didia seemed to have anticipated this as well, deflecting Simmons' greatsword with a swift, sweeping thrust. Simmons' hand trembled, nearly dropping the greatsword, and Didia's spear came hurtling towards him again.

“It seems Simmons is in grave danger. Didia is the best gun user of this generation. The Nasser family has accumulated combat skills on the battlefield, which were completely inherited by Didia. He has both the domineering nature of the gun and the delicate technique. That back turn just now was a deliberate attempt to create an opening and attract Simmons's attack. If Simmons had been just a little less skilled, the greatsword would have slipped from his hand,” Aklis said.

He didn't care about his stance. Whether it was the Nasser family or the George family, they were all part of the kingdom. Perhaps the Nasser family had some problems now, but which family didn't? Although he loved to play, he was still a prince.

“Our young master Simmons is known for his resilience and intelligence,” Li Xin said with a smile. “In terms of combat skills alone, the spear has a slight advantage, but it's still a bit lacking to beat Simmons.” “Oh, you think so highly of Simmons, how about we make a bet?” Aklis said.

"What are you betting on? I don't have any money."

“Let’s not talk about those mundane things, let’s just bet on who wins and who loses. Look at Simmons, I’m betting on Didia. If I win, you do me a favor, and if you win, you can make a reasonable request,” Aklis said.

Although Celia was mischievous and had a strong personality, she didn't really have the confidence to speak freely in front of the prince. Listening to Li Xin and Prince Aklis talking like old friends, she felt a bit disconnected. She could tell that he only showed lip service to the prince and didn't care about him at all, even less than he did with Simmons. Yet the prince took it all for granted. Even though they had been in the secret castle together, it was still too strange. Curiosity led to boldness.

"It's a tie?" Celia suddenly asked.

Before Li Xin could speak, Aklis laughed, "Of course I win, right, Avogadro? That's your usual style."

Li Xin curled his lip. Showing off really does come at a price. Back then, he also showed off quite a bit in order to increase his survival rate in the Secret Fortress.

"That's fine, but I'll only do what I can do."

"Don't worry, I know you very well," Aklis said with a smile.
When he first met Avogadro, his first reaction was to win him over. If he could serve the kingdom, it would be a stroke of luck for Montaleta. However, he soon discovered that Avogadro was a man of the moon, so that was impossible. But making friends was still a good idea.
The Earth Mother Church and the Moon Goddess Church, the Kingdom of Montecrita and the United Kingdom of Lilong have always been allies, and this relationship has been strengthened with the advent of Hextech.

The duel intensified, with all of Simmons' attacks being neutralized by Didia. In terms of psionic power, the two were roughly equal; Simmons hadn't been slacking off. However, the spear held a clear advantage over the greatsword, resulting in Didia launching ten effective attacks while Simmons only managed one or two. This suppression became increasingly pronounced over time. Simmons had already taken several hits; were it not for his armor, he might have already collapsed. Didia, on the other hand, hadn't managed a single attack to break through his defenses. His silver spear enveloped Simmons like a waterfall of pear blossoms. Simmons had already activated his divine relic, the Shield of Glory. The relic's duration was limited, meaning Simmons was nearing his limit, and the battle was entering its final countdown.

Didia didn't act rashly, and although he didn't take it seriously, he could sense that Simmons was much stronger than expected, and his mentality was more stable and solid than he had imagined. This time, he not only wanted to win, but also to destroy Simmons, not necessarily physically, but mentally, because only in this way could he restore the family's honor.

The spear swept across, and although it was blocked, Simmons' body was already flying out of control. Didia charged forward, his spear piercing through the air. Simmons gritted his teeth and tried to block, but a bolt of lightning struck him. If it weren't for the fact that his shield was a divine relic, he would have been gone in an instant. Even so, Simmons was still numbed by the power of the lightning and flew away. But fearing Didia's pursuit, he bit his tongue. The excruciating pain brought his numb body back to its senses, and the Shield of Glory once again blocked Didia's attack.

At this moment, Didia had already taken to the air, surrounded by the power of thunder, and the silver spear in his hand was also wrapped in thunder. This was the invincible Nasser family on the battlefield, one of the eight pillars of Montaleta. Simmons had just broken free from the paralysis of the power of thunder. This was the huge gap brought about by the divine relic failing to awaken its supernatural power. The opponent could suppress him with impunity and could not form an effective counterattack.

boom……

Bounce back!

Simmons used his full power. Parry was a combat ability that Simmons had cultivated from his divine relic, which could effectively deflect the opponent's attacks. However, against the enhancement of the power of lightning, the parry was not very effective. A considerable portion of the lightning power still invaded his body. The lightning power exploded in Simmons' body, causing blood to gush from his nose, and blood to flow from his ears, eyes, and mouth. In an instant, his condition became extremely tragic.

Celia cast a spell, but Aklis slapped it away, saying, "Don't interfere with the duel. This is a man's matter, and it's about the dignity of both sides."

In a struggle, both underhanded and overt methods can be used, but in such a duel, one must have one's underwear. Aklis himself was not a particularly particular person, but principles could not be violated.

(End of this chapter)