The red lines howled and coiled into a vortex, heavily slashing forward;

In front of Wang Xiaole's body, on the surface of the spreading black magic, the rotating crimson color continuously turned, like a swiftly spinning gear.

Beneath the red, sparks burst and erupted in a chain, plunging into the pitch-black abyss through the immersion of magic;

The divine, demonic, and holy powers each had their own innate advantages;

The divine power tended towards destruction and the release of pressure;

The holy power entangled without end, possessing an "endurance" that was difficult to completely eliminate;

The nature of magic was that of a fierce beast, and it had the inherent effect of devouring.

If the scale and concentration were roughly equal, the other two powers were essentially regarded as "food" by magic.

When the attack launched by the bishop became most fierce, the dark-colored light of magic also suddenly surged at this moment!

Like a turning escape, the nearly-devoured red beam of light almost instantly transformed back into a dense divine power and forced its way back towards the bishop;

When the magic in the surrounding area of Wang Xiaole reached its most intense in the blink of an eye, even the divinity with the advantages of its own attributes had to be forced to retreat back to its original area.

From the perspective of the spectators, this wave of divine power seemed to be bounced back, but in reality, it wasn't. However, the resulting outcome was very similar.

The bishop didn't want to become "Phantom Second"; he wasn't willing to have his own body full of holes blasted through from front to back.

So, in the moment when the majestic light swept back, the bishop lifted his staff and vigorously swung it forward;

After the sharp strike, the divine power that turned back was completely shattered.

Immediately after, the bishop tightly gripped the staff and raised the weapon over his head, then rushed forward in front of his body, forcefully chopping down with a heavy posture.

Although the staff wasn't a particularly sharp weapon, it was because of the blessing of angelic power that even a single swing possessed undeniable power;

If the bishop wanted to harm Wang Xiaole, the first thing he had to do was to cleave through the layer of magical mist lingering in front of him.

Boom!

As if divine presence descending, the bishop, radiating with golden light all over, locked onto the mist and thrust the staff forward;

This time, the mist with a strong devouring power failed to push back the opponent, instead, it was the one blasted out with a gap;

Through that huge gap that one person could enter, the bishop stepped straight in;

Without waiting for the bishop to do anything after entering, the black longsword descended directly from above his head;

After his reaction speed was enhanced by angelic power, the bishop already possessed the basic ability to deal with this sudden situation.

Only to see his right arm sway, and in the next moment, that hand was suspended above the greasy head.

With a "clang" sound, the raised staff moved back;

After the bishop took a step back, the sword in Wang Xiaole's hand turned from a vertical position to a horizontal one, stirring up countless sword shadows in an instant;

The shadows stacked layer upon layer, with only one being solid;

But the rest of the sword shadows also carried a sound of breaking through the wind, and the same lethal effect of piercing flesh and blood.

The reason for this was that within all of these sword shadows, Wang Xiaole had infused a large amount of magic;

Compared to weapons with limited sharpness, the damage caused by magic was more critical.

The combination of howling sounds formed a "melody of battle", flawless swordsmanship, unleashing an impeccable strike;

With just this one sword, it seemed as if a thousand armies were lined up in front!

The Bishop knew very well:

If he couldn't block this sword, he would surely meet a terrible end.

In this moment of danger, the Bishop rose up with extraordinary courage, roaring at the top of his lungs and channeling all his power to face the multitude of sword shadows.

The Bishop had no way of knowing which sword shadow was real and which was fake, so he could only use his scepter like a staff;

He twirled the handle in his hand, attempting a counterattack that resembled a "round slash", in order to block the oncoming multitude of sword shadows.

Just as the Bishop's "round slash" was about to reach the first sword shadow, the countless black shadows suddenly contracted.

Countless sword shadows merged together, not only avoiding the imminent "round slash", but also spitting out dark magic hidden within.

These magic forces intertwined, causing the merged sword shadows to transform into four brilliant sword edges;

These sharp edges were divided into two layers, each layer with two sharp points that resembled the fangs of a wolf's mouth;

The two layers of sword edges crossed each other, forming a straight line, thrusting directly towards the Bishop's direction.

In this dire situation, the Bishop had to unleash the untapped potential he had never used before.

He knew that his defenseless scepter could not be retrieved in time, but he refused to sit idly by and instead used a clever strategy;

The Bishop held the handle of the scepter with his right hand alone and pulled it inward horizontally, causing the inverted handle to suddenly block in front of him;

Divine power concentrated at the handle, used to withstand the two upper layers of sword shadows that resembled wolf fangs;

Then, the Bishop clenched his left hand, causing the broken angel's spear to suddenly come together;

Under conscious control, the two illusory halves of the spear drastically shrank in size, eventually evolving into a real short spear;

The Bishop tightened his grip on the short spear and thrust it forward, attempting to break the icy sword edges that appeared before his eyes with the sharpness of the spear.

Clang! Clang!

A piercing collision sounded twice in succession.

The first sound was the piercing of the short spear;

In an instant, the spear tip clashed with the sword edges, but it was the strongest part of the spear that suffered first.

Then came the second sound, as the scepter was cut in half in the middle;

The expensive metals used in its forging were now shattered fragments floating in the air.

And then...

The unstoppable momentum of the sword edges locked onto the Bishop's heart and rapidly approached;

The one targeted for their life activated the last remaining angelic power within their body, creating a protective membrane on their body.

In the instant of the collision, the sound of shattering reverberated completely;

The countless specks of light dancing in the sky reflected the reality of the broken defense.

The Bishop exhausted all his strength, barely managing to be pushed back instead of being pierced through the heart in an instant.

But this sense of relief was meaningless.

Because at this moment, feathers began to scatter from the Bishop's body.

The transformation brought about by "angelization" completely vanished from the Bishop's body, leaving not a trace of angelic features.

The simultaneous depletion of angelic power and his own strength forced the Bishop to admit his defeat;

Of course, merely denying it in his heart was not enough;

He had to quickly shout the word "forfeit", or else he wouldn't even be able to save his own life.

"Lowly creature, I, the Bishop, forf--"

Crack!

At the moment the sword descended, Wang Xiaole's figure leaped forward, brushing past the Bishop;

The reason it's not a "brushing past" is primarily because at this moment, the Bishop in red no longer has that side of the shoulder.

To put it more bluntly:

Forget about the shoulder, the Bishop's entire arm is no longer in its original position.

When the sword falls, blood will be shed!

The one who pays the price with blood should be the one who is defeated.

Surrender? Forfeit?

Sorry, Wang Xiaole didn't hear that, so here is his response:

"What did you say?"

Wang Xiaole lifted his left hand to cover his ear, his fingers lightly stroking his earlobe. Even when words escaped his lips, they seemed to blow like leaves falling onto his mouth.

"Your Excellency, what did you just say? The wind today is so noisy, I can't hear what you're saying!"

The swirling flames rose steadily, incinerating any blood that hadn't yet splattered, leaving no trace behind.

Compared to this seemingly innocent youth suddenly pretending to be harmless, the Bishop grimacing in pain appeared foolish.

Originally, the Bishop was not such a fool.

Back when he climbed up from the lowest level of the Holy See, the Bishop was cunning and scheming;

It was just that years of living in luxury and comfort had turned him into a bumbling fool.

Before the official contest, the Bishop made a mistake in thinking:

The fighting arena is not the same as the battlefield, at most it is just a "test of skills";

Moreover, with his position, those insignificant fighters would never dare to lay a finger on him.

After his battle with Wang Xiaole, the Bishop had a second misconception:

Even if the other party held an unknown grudge, as long as he forfeited in time, his life would not be threatened.

The Bishop's thoughts had always been foolish:

The one who wins in the fighting arena would receive a prize called the "Imperial Consort Identity" and another reward of becoming the Empress's partner.

How could anyone in a battle that gambled with a country's Empress not stake their lives as chips?

Furthermore:

Since Wang Xiaole had already shown his intention to kill the higher-ups of the Holy See, how could he treat their previous deathmatch as if it hadn't happened just because the opponent backed down once?

From the confrontation to the victory, Wang Xiaole didn't care about winning or losing or the rewards;

The only thing this youth had his eyes set on was the life of the person who coveted his disciple!

Ducking, retreating, rolling on the ground;

In order to save his own life, the Bishop then performed "various difficult maneuvers" on the fighting arena;

Corresponding to these actions were:

Horizontal cuts, vertical slashes, continuous chops;

This had already gone beyond the scope of a duel, and directly evolved into a series of lethal actions;

And it was always one side targeting the other unilaterally.

Sister Glasses selectively took off her glasses to delicately wipe the lenses, witnessing the brutality taking place in the arena.

Freya, with the same disdainful attitude towards the arrogant Bishop, was thinking about what to have for lunch.

Pushed to the limit, the Bishop no longer held back.

In order to see the sun tomorrow, the Bishop brought out his last resort.

The precious item used for self-preservation was a valuable teleportation scroll;

Even with the Bishop's wealth, he could only carry one such scroll, indicating just how precious it was.