Chapter 62: The Ultimate Meaning of the Sword
Extreme Swordsmanship
One of the most mysterious and powerful techniques on the continent of Arad.
In his previous life, Miti rose from adversity and could be considered a genius ghost swordsmen. He also had extensive knowledge of other ghost swordsmen systems, making him a semi-all-around talent. However, despite this, he still couldn't even touch the edge of Extreme Sword Technique. It's said that not even the four top-notch ghost swordsmen known as the "Sword Saints" could cross the threshold of Extreme Sword Technique.
This sword technique can only be mastered by those chosen by fate, this is how adventurers evaluate the Extreme Sword Technique.
At this moment, Midei finally understood the greatest secret of Polar Swordsmanship - only by grasping the Extreme Intent could one grasp Polar Swordsmanship. If there was no Extreme Intent within oneself, even if one's use of magic or ghostly energy was incredibly skilled, they would ultimately miss out on mastering Polar Swordsmanship.
At this moment, Midei really had a great idea.
In his previous life, he had experienced thorough emptiness and despair, tasted the flavor of death, listened to the hell of the god of death, and felt the pain of life slowly leaving his body.
In this life, he had mysterious ghosts as his foundation, transcendent transformation as a catalyst, and firm beliefs as his pillar.
Finally, he faced the limit, challenged the limit, and ultimately, broke through the limit.
All these factors combined together finally tempered Midie into a single entity.
It is extremely intentional.
At this moment, the power that was like a clear stream flowed through Mide's exhausted body, slowly flowing and turning like white clouds, night stars, and streams, standing still like a great mountain, and dancing lightly like a gentle breeze. The extreme intent permeated deep into his body, even into his soul, and as his heart awakened, the extreme intent accelerated its fusion, then began to flow, stop, and dance with Mide's intentions.
A faint hissing sound arose as dust and debris spewed out from the wounds on Middy's body.
His eyes shone with a crystal light, then converged, like the pupil of a giant dragon, into a thin line, reflected in his dark pupils.
Weissman was left staring in amazement.
No matter how profound his knowledge was, he still didn't know what "Extreme Swordsmanship" actually was.
This is also very natural, because in the previous life, this invincible swordsmanship was only born in 990 AD. That year, Sodros Skat Heinrich, who was imprisoned in the imperial prison of Delos Empire and had a royal bloodline, finally realized the truth of swordsmanship in emptiness and despair, and from then on, no one could bind him again.
And so, Sodros, who had mastered the Extreme Sword Style, was hailed as the strongest swordsman on the continent of Arad.
But now, reborn in this life, Mi Di has actually touched the ultimate meaning of the sword five years earlier than Soderos, that strong man with the bloodline of the Light Sword Imperial Clan!
History has been altered.
The world has been changed.
The fate has been changed.
Midi, who had been pushed beyond his limits and harbored a strong vision, vowed to challenge fate!
The 17-level difference in exaggeration still exists, and even with the extreme sword technique, it doesn't give Midee much of an advantage. However, at this moment, Midee is very clear about his own advantages - Weissman knows nothing about extreme sword techniques.
This erudite undead swordsman could only use his past experiences with sword techniques as a reference, he might think that the Extreme Sword Technique is very powerful or some sort of secret transmission from the Kingdom of Bellmard, but it's absolutely impossible for him to predict the true extent of its terror!
This underestimation will become Weissman's mortal wound and the difference between Midori crossing 17 levels, the only chance to snatch victory.
And just as Middy had expected, Weissman was shocked, but only shocked, and still far from fearful.
"Not bad, not bad at all! Very strong, extremely strong!" Weissman applauded enthusiastically and burst into crazy laughter. But the next moment, he suddenly reined in his smile and said in a low voice, "However, relying solely on some sudden epiphany to try and defeat me is still a pipe dream! It seems I must teach you the difference between romantic knights and cruel reality!"
Weissmann smiled coldly and snapped his fingers lightly.
A crisp "crack" sound, and the entire space seemed to vibrate for a moment.
The hand of the nightmare, that one body of gray robes moved without wind, the breath of death swept in like a tide, and the surrounding trees withered instantly. In an instant, within hundreds of meters around, everything outside of Mide was strangled to death, and its soul was drawn out.
Death Spirit skill, Soul Absorbing Dark Wave.
Weissman took matters into his own hands and in an instant brought overwhelming momentum.
However, for the Necromancer's signature skill, Shadow Strike, Midee's expression didn't change much.
It was Weissman whose face suddenly turned deathly pale, like a dead man. Then his body swayed weakly and with a "plop" sound, he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Your soul, how can it be so powerful!" The Nightmare Hand's eyes were filled with an expression of unbelief.
Soul Reaper Dark Energy Wave, is not aimed at the physical body, but can directly touch the target's soul, making most defensive means useless, even Alice, who had endless means, was also injured by Weissman in just a few minutes.
But Midee is different, reborn after twenty years, his soul is more solid than ever, his will is sharper than ever. Weissman didn't use a powerful frontal attack, but instead wanted to sneak up from the shadows and launch a surprise attack using his soul, the result can only be self-inflicted suffering.
And this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Mi Di would certainly not miss.
He suddenly ran like a nimble leopard, pouncing on his prey. Leaves and mud were raised high behind him, and when they fell, Middy had already flashed by with a faint shadow.
The next moment, Mi Di suddenly swung out a mighty sword!
The azure light sword, in an instant, became extremely dim, as if it had been extinguished. But at the same time, a loud "whoosh" sound echoed, and a formless energy burst forth from the sword, cutting through the surrounding air, rendering the area it passed through a vacuum, even tiny dust particles were destroyed by this terrible power, shattered into powder that was invisible to the naked eye, then incinerated due to high heat, vanishing into nothingness.
Extremely determined, unstoppable!
Weissman didn't even bother to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and with a series of swift hand gestures, he began to chant in an ancient language, while his trusty staff, which never left his side, emitted a majestic pale blue glow.
In an instant, a protective shield composed of countless hexagons appeared around Weissman, layer upon layer, as thick and imposing as the walls of a castle, enough to make one lose confidence at a single glance.
Remote combat professions were originally taboo, but Weissman had enough strength and confidence to directly harden. He believed that even if Midgard showed off the so-called "Extreme Swordsmanship" just now, it would not be possible to break through his own defense.
But the next moment, he immediately knew he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.
When this seemingly impenetrable shield of protection was struck by the intangible yet potent aura, it immediately let out a crisp shattering sound, just like glass falling from a great height, and shattered into countless star-like fragments layer by layer!
Until the last layer, Mide's sword intent was finally exhausted, leaving only a very deep crack on it.
As he gazed at this crack that was right before his eyes, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on Weissman's forehead.
The Extreme Sword Art is actually so powerful!
But now wanting to escape, it's already too late. Having lost the support of three female ghost swordsmen, and with a fearless attacking posture, coupled with the fact that death spirit masters originally lack means of high-speed movement, even if a skeletal horse is summoned now, it will be chopped into pieces by Mide immediately.
However, when Weissman's gaze swept across Middy's lightsaber in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed at the corner of his eyes.
That hilt of light that beheaded countless enemies has been extinguished.
It had withstood only two extreme intents, and the sharp but unstable blade body condensed by magic finally twisted and deformed, turning into a ray of light that drifted away from Middy's hand in the wind.
"Die!" Weissman regained his usual arrogant expression and shouted with a twisted face.
Along with his roar, a thick black magic power condensed in his hand. From this blackness, even many human faces could be seen struggling and crying for help.
Another powerful skill of Death Knight, Unholy Blight.
Waisman had learned his lesson, this time he used a skill that directly annihilated the physical body. If it hit Middy, even if he had an extreme will, he would be devoured by the undead to the point where not even a single shred of flesh would remain.
However, before Weissman could finish reciting the incantation, Middy had already arrived.
Between them was only a layer of cracked protective shield.
Weissman's mind flashed with a hint of unease, but he believed in the power of his defensive barrier. A ghost swordsman who had lost his sword, no matter how powerful his "Extreme Swordsmanship" was, what could he do?
He could only stand behind this thin layer, helpless and waiting with his eyes wide open to be hit by himself, and then die!
Thinking of Meddy's painful wails in a few seconds, thinking that he would soon be able to dissect the corpse full of mysteries, Wiseman's heart surged with an irrepressible excitement.
However, the black-haired youth's eyes, which burned with a cold flame, always shrouded his heart in a layer of gloom.
And the next moment, the unease became reality.
Midi didn't hesitate to throw away the bare hilt in his hand, then clenched his fist, stepped forward, dodged, and punched out, directly hitting the protective shield!
In his tightly clenched fingers, countless surging extreme intentions seeped out, tearing and shaking the surrounding air, stirring up threads of white airflow. Clearly just a mortal body, yet at this moment it was wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, as if it could shatter thick city walls with a single strike like an iron battering ram!
With a loud crash, Midei's fist, filled with intense energy, struck the protective shield at the location where the cracks were most dense.
The shattered protective shield turned into countless fragments, flying in all directions. Several chaotic streams brushed past Midy's cheek, bringing crimson bloodstains.
His right fist became bloodied and blurred in this shocking blow, even revealing the cold white bones. The extreme will that even the light sword could not withstand was naturally an unbearable burden for the flesh.
But Medy still has his left fist.
Mi Di clenched his left fist again, accelerated, stepped forward, dodged and punched!
The black-haired youth's expression was calm to the extreme, and could even be said to be cold-blooded. Only the silver flames in his eyes, due to their speed that was too fast for the naked eye to capture, left behind two beautiful trails of light in the air.
This was his fastest raid in this life, like lightning, as if a thunderbolt.
With a fierce intent, his left fist had already become a blurry shadow, not allowing even the blink of an eye, nor time to think, and with a gust of wild wind it arrived at Weisman's chest.
A loud crash sounded as the sandbag was struck, and Weissman's chest suddenly caved in a large chunk, while from his mouth, a large mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
That tall, gaunt figure in gray robes didn't fly away, nor did it even quiver. Mide's punch had poured all his killing intent into the opponent's body, tearing apart his flesh, organs, bones and everything that sustained life.
Weissman looked at the chest that had been completely distorted and deformed, and an unbelievable expression surged in his eyes.
Fresh blood flowed from his lips, like a waterfall.
One strike, all vitality severed.
