It seemed as if both Philsa and Fred had made a pact, preparing for a second round of maneuvering almost simultaneously.
The Demon Lord leaped down, his 1.5-meter-long demonic sword slashing at Philsa and simultaneously striking the earth.
Philsa focused intently on the trajectory of the descending sword and dodged to the side with all the strength he could muster.
Besides the huge cracks caused by the longsword, everything on the ground was stirred up by the sword's force, with ice, pebbles, and dust flying everywhere.
Just a second before, Philsa successfully dodged the Demon Lord's fatal blow.
Unexpectedly, he was affected by the outward spread of the icy sword energy, and suffered multiple injuries to his shoulder and body caused by the sword energy.
In addition to this, he also suffered severe internal injuries within his demonic veins. Blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Next, the two began their swordsmanship contest. The Demon Lord, wielding a 1.5-meter-long sword, possessed a grand and majestic swordsmanship. His offensive silver blades flowed like water, while his defense was as solid as an iron mountain.
The Demon Lord displayed his swordsmanship to its fullest extent. Moreover, thanks to the sword's exceptional length, which surpassed that of ordinary weapons, the Demon Lord held the upper hand in close combat.
Philsa's twin swords danced like a pair of agile and powerful swallow wings, their red and blue afterimages flashing at incredible speed, constantly shifting between offense and defense.
The crimson light of the flaming sword in his right hand blinded him as it struck the Demon Lord.
The ice sword in his left hand struck unexpectedly, launching a sneak attack.
The dual-sword wielder attempted to gradually gain the upper hand in the battle by using his speed advantage.
The ice sculptures around them were affected by the ever-expanding magical energy of the two, and cracks began to appear on their surfaces, and even their interiors gradually deteriorated.
After breaking free from each other's weapon attack range and resting for a while, the two closed in on each other again.
The third round of the duel intensified, with both sides seemingly determined to fight tooth and nail to take the other's head.
Philsa and Fred, relying on their keen intuition, repeatedly dodged each other's sword strikes, aiming for the other's weaknesses. Their intertwined swordplay was dazzling, leaving them unable to attend to anything other than offense.
Philsa's attack missed again. Taking advantage of this missed opportunity, Fred abandoned his attack, leaped back a distance, and unexpectedly drew his longsword at his waist, assuming a "drawing sword" stance. Magic was gathering, seemingly accumulating energy for a roar.
Fred's martial arts style is unique. As can be seen from previous battles, he is skilled at using a straight-bladed sword to perform a "draw-the-sword" maneuver.
The legend of "Battosai" also exists among the samurai schools that have been passed down in the East, but Eastern samurai use a single-edged "katana" to perform this technique.
A straight-bladed longsword, by its very nature, lacks the explosive power that a samurai sword can generate when drawing its blade, and its 1.5-meter length makes it impossible to connect the two actions of drawing and slashing together.
Even under these circumstances, the Demon Lord was still able to unleash tremendous destructive power with his straight-bladed "draw sword," a feat unmatched by anyone else.
In fact, the Demon Lord's style is the self-created "Hollow Sword Drawing Style".
Without a scabbard, the sword is drawn at the waist, and then slashed out from the waist with a "drawing" motion, releasing all the previously accumulated power and all the magic power infused into the sword as destructive force.
The weapon used to strike the opponent is usually not one's own sword, but rather a magical vacuum blade generated from it. Furthermore, the effect of drawing the sword varies depending on the hand gesture used.
On the battlefield, setting aside all other factors, Fred's peak strength as a magic user is worthy of admiration.
Having encountered the Demon Lord twice before this battle, Philsa was quite familiar with his aura. Therefore, in this battle, he could rely on the subtle changes in the Demon Lord's demonic energy to counter him, which was Philsa's only advantage.
Based on his previous experience, Philsa escaped the range of Fred's drawn sword energy. However, to his utter surprise, as he charged away from Fred, he felt a sudden burst of white light behind him, and at least three sword energies struck his back.
Felsa, struck in the back, was flung several meters away by the force of the impact, which was like a giant hand, until she crashed into a building that resembled a hotel, burying her entire body in the fragments of an ice sculpture.
This time, when the Demon Lord drew his sword, he imbued it with the power of the insignia that had never disappeared, increasing the power and expanding the range of his martial arts.
Fred took a deep breath, adjusted the flow of his magic veins, and walked towards where the other party was.
In the half-collapsed ice sculpture "hotel", Philsa barely stood up, supporting himself on his left knee with one hand and gripping the edge of the "counter" with the other.
His body had taken a significant hit. His senses told him that his stamina was nearing its limit.
If he doesn't come up with a way to reverse the situation soon, he will die in this ice sculpture city.
Philsa clenched his left fist, gritted his teeth, and silently recited a forbidden incantation.
At his insistence, the "Ice Phosphorescence" on the back of his fist once again emitted a faint blue light. He intended to disregard everything and unleash the remaining power of the emblem.
The demonic veins overloaded themselves again, rapidly contracting and expanding, like panting.
He picked up the Iceflame Sword, which had transformed back into his personal sword, and infused it with renewed magic. Every part of the sword bore the immense, limitless power granted by the emblem;
After being imbued with the power of extreme ice, the nearly dull blade became exceptionally sharp, even emitting a white light that surpassed phosphorescence.
The enemy's footsteps grew closer, and Philsa could still faintly hear what he was saying to himself.
"To die in human form before the demonic resurgence is perhaps the best possible end for a knight with demonic blood."
Fred recalled his comrades who had fought alongside him, who, in a battle, awakened their demonic blood, slaughtered their companions, and finally died by the sword of their ally, ending their humiliating fate.
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