Lord Of Martial Arts

The blade and sword intents released the aura of a holy warrior as they rotated around Darren.

Such an aura, however, disappointed the eight commanders.

"Did you just become an inferior holy warrior?" They wanted to laugh and weep all at once after sensing Darren's aura.

Although Darren had simultaneously cultivated the blade skill and sword skill, he had only reached the level of an inferior holy warrior. He couldn't challenge the eight of them! Was he daydreaming?

There was a massive difference between an inferior holy warrior and a junior holy warrior. In fact, the skill gap was so large that it was equivalent to comparing a God with an ant!

"Brat, let me see what makes you so arrogant!"

a commander dressed in red armor with a blade on his shoulder said to Darren.

"You are too weak. I would be wasting my time."

Darren glanced at him as he replied. The man in front of Darren was at the top level of the inferior holy warrior. However, his fighting power was inferior to that of the man who guarded the North Sea Prison.

"How dare you? Humph! Come with me if you have the balls!" the commander in the red armor roared as he flew toward the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Several figures soared high in the sky, one after another.

"Hancock, don't be careless. After all, this dude is cultivating Conflicting Cultivation," someone reminded Hancock, the commander dressed in the red armor.

"Humph, my Sea Holy Will is not weak either. Besides, my cultivation base is higher than his. How can he win in a fight against me? Just wait and see what I do to him, brothers."

Hancock readied his blade as he rushed toward Darren.

Darren did not care about Hancock. He was confident that he would defeat the commander. However, Darren did not want to show his trump card in the first battle.

"He uses blade skill, so I'll use my blade, as well. Moreover, I can use my aura of dragon blood to make up for any weakness in my cultivation base."

Decided, Darren wielded his blade as he charged at Hancock.

They fought each other, using only their blade skills. Darren also infused his aura of dragon blood into the blade, which was enough to cover the gap in their cultivation bases.

The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded in the space for quite a long time.

Hancock was a little shocked. After having fought Darren for this long, his arm had turned numb, and his blade had a few holes. Obviously, Darren's weapon was more powerful than his.

Bang!

Darren summoned the fused extreme blade intent, which rushed out like the tide toward Hancock.

"Humph, great! Now, I will show you my Sea Blade Intent!"

All of a sudden, waves of blade intent mixed with Hol

ue-armored commander continually swung his weapon across the sky. But he was forced back by the explosion of the colliding forces and looked a little embarrassed.

"How can you defeat me if you can't even get close to me?" Darren said casually before vanishing.

Whoosh!

The blue-armored commander blinked when Darren disappeared. Before he could react, Darren reappeared right next to him.

Sizz.

The blue-armored commander employed his most powerful Holy Will to attack Darren.

Whoosh!

As a response, Darren's blade and sword storms swept over.

"Reincarnation Holy Will," Darren murmured.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in the blue-armored commander's heart. He felt as though he had fallen into a black wheel disc, and that time around him was flowing quickly. He didn't know whether it was accelerating or slowing down.

As a result, he felt dizzy deep in his soul.

"Howl!"

With a thunderous roar, the commander released the belligerence spirit and the Holy Will from his body. Then, he forcefully shook the black wheel disc in which he had been trapped.

"That's not too bad. As you can disturb my Holy Will, you are not as weak." Before he could respond to such a casual remark, the blue-armored commander felt a sharp pain course through his body.

Over a hundred wounds appeared on his body. Some of them were handprints, and some were footprints. Each injury was so deep that bones could be seen.

"Howl!"

The blue-armored commander released an agonized cry, and his face twisted in pain, but he was unable to resist the intense attack.

'I lost...' the blue-armored commander screamed in his heart.

Just when the commander felt that the pain had subsided and that his body was not being torn apart, a sword pierced through space and stopped right before his head.