Nobilis of War

Chapter 1243 Game Started

"Something's not right!"

Darren suddenly realized that his train of thought was going in the wrong direction.

He should comprehend and take control of the sword intent instead of facing it head on once his soul

made its way up the stairs.

Now that he'd tried to fight it with his god's power, he only managed to agitate the sword intent further.

Darren found himself in a critical life or death moment as he watched a tide of sword intents surge right

at him.

Something had to be done—and quick. He closed his eyes to adjust his breath until he was completely

relaxed, driving the impulse to resist the sword intent out of his mind.

He decided to drop his defenses and allow himself to be attacked full-on.

As the sword intents pierced against Darren's soul one by one, it was like a wave of unbearable pain

coursed through him.

However, Darren didn't move an inch. With his spiritual sense, he concentrated to observe the moving

trajectory, strength, direction of the sword intents as they hit him.

Suddenly, a bright idea came to him. The supposed random movements of the sword intent were

slowly forming a pattern.

Whoosh!

Darren immediately brought out his own sword intent and imitated the trajectory of the terrifying attack

raining on him.

After feeling it out the first few times, he got into the motions and pushed onto following it thousands of

more times.

Darren's sword intent quickly moved in tune with the complex trajectory.

Suddenly, the malicious aura slowly encroaching on his soul retracted, and little by little, it gathered into

Darren's sword intent instead.

"It's starting to fuse!"

Darren was delighted to find that the fearsome sword intents were now completely fused with his own.

Once it was finished, the merged sword intent was compressed into Darren's Sword God Character.

Darren's soul took advantage of this opportunity and stepped forward towards the first step. He landed

smoothly and without any hitches.

Darren then woke from his soul state and found that his sword intent had been completely transformed.

Until then, Darren had a very skilled command of the cultivation of this supreme martial skill. His way of

cultivating this sword skill was quite different from other people, and it could only grow stronger now

that the sword intents had fused.

"Darren, you're finally awake! You have no idea how horrible your aura was just now!"

Darren opened his eyes to find Finley and Lindsay on the edge of hysterics.

"It's okay. I was comprehending the sword skill just now."

"Did you make it? Have you improved your strength again?"

"I guess it's increased a little." Darren gave a calm smile and said, "I'm going to find Murphy and give it

a try."

After saying this, he quickly soared away to meet Murphy.

"Hey Master Murphy, how about you help me test out my new sword intent?" Darren asked with a wide

grin.

"There is no need to test it out." Marvin shook his head slowly.

"Why not?" Darren asked in confusion.

"I've already sensed it. Once you've mastered this sword intent, it will be on the same level with mine. If

you were now at the top level of the Star God Realm, your strength could even be said to be equal to

mine."

Those words gave off a high evaluation of Darren's newfound sword intent.

In the entire Primitive Wilderness, it was completely impossible for a cultivator of the Star God Realm to

match with a cultivator of the Celestial God Realm. It was an unimaginable feat.

If compared with the cultivation levels of the mortal worlds, the cultivators at the top level of the Star

God Realm were equivalent to that of a seven-star grand warrior while the cultivators of the Celestial

God Realm was to that of an Emperor Realm master. The two were practically worlds apart in their

differences.

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the sword intent. It sounded more like a miracle; a feat none had accomplished in the past.

"I have only comprehended one move. When I'm done with all six moves, maybe it's possible. Who

knows!" Darren nodded excitedly.

"Well, with this move, you've gotten a bigger chance to defeat Caleb. Now go and get ready," advised

Murphy.

"Okay."

Darren flew away. He only had three days left before the duel.

On the day of the duel, King Winfred took Caleb and Darren to a windy mountain peak.

A crowd of hundreds of thousands of people, which spread one hundred and fifty kilometers, gathered

around the mountain, eagerly craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the duel that was to come.

Some of them had bet on Darren or Caleb while the others came here out of curiosity when they heard

that a cultivator of the Domain God Realm was going to challenge a Celestial God Realm master.

"Get onto the arena!"

King Winfred shouted and waved his hand. Immediately, a massive arena began to unfold from thin air.

"Boy, you have been seriously injured by the fiend race. Are you sure you still want to fight me? Why

don't you just surrender and call me master?"

Darren cast him a sharp glare. Despite his listless appearance, he replied, with his eyes full of

sarcasm, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch. If you lose, your head will be eating the dirt off

this mountain."

"Haha, that's funny. Even if you hadn't injured, a single move would've been enough to defeat you.

You'll never find out how terrifying it is to step into the Celestial God Realm."

"Cut the crap. Let's get into this!"

Darren said with a cold voice and swiftly beat his opponent to the arena.

Gossip and whispers arose from the crowd.

"Oh my God! I'm so screwed! I bet all of my savings! I'm going to lose them all with this duel!"

"That Darren should be cut into pieces!"

Almost all the people who bet on Darren felt utterly remorseful, but deep inside their hearts, they still

had a glimmer of hope that miracle could happen.

"Buddy, you are so lucky this time."

King Winfred said to the Gambling King with a smile, standing closer to him.

"Apart from the loss on Caleb, I can make eighty million killing points and some divine pattern

fragments." Light as he spoke, his heart was filled with joy now.

Eighty million points were enough to exchange for a level-five divine pattern fragment!

The divine patterns were divided into 12 levels. Generally speaking, however, the level-four fragment

was already extremely precious. It was as difficult as getting an immortal herb to get a level-five divine

pattern fragment.

Despite his light tone, King Winfred felt a little jealous of the Gambling King's fortune.

"Congratulations," King Winfred said lightly and stopped talking.

Inside the arena, Darren and Caleb stood in opposition with each other.

"Boy, it is a blessing for you to be my slave. Don't you know that?" Caleb didn't let up with the trash

talk.

Darren cast a glance at him and said coldly, "Who do you think you are? You are at the same level with

me now. How dare you talk to me like that?"

Now that they had stepped into this Realm-equalizing Arena, the cultivation base of Caleb was

decreased to the same level of Darren. That was to say, he was also at the upper-level of the Domain

God Realm now.

"Humph, don't get carried away. I'll show you the mettle of a Celestial God Realm cultivator!!"

Boom!

The entire arena began to shake as Caleb stretched out his hands and hit Darren.

"Oh my God!"

The onlookers exclaimed.

Even though the first attack Caleb made looked ordinary, it contained the essence of tens of thousands

of moves. With a single blow, any cultivator at the top level of the Star God Realm would have

perished.

"This young man was set to die anyway, whether he was injured or not!"

"Alas, I can't even watch! It's such a pity that such a talented cultivator dies like this."

"Pity for what? Only those who survive can be called geniuses. If he is killed by one move, there is

nothing to pity except for how weak he is!"

Everyone thought Darren was doomed to die, with no hope left.

Not far away, the Gambling King wore a sly smirk on his face. He had no doubts that he would be

taking all these killing points home with him. He had planned to help Caleb whenever necessary as an

added precaution. But now it seemed that he didn't need to worry about anything anymore.

"Go to hell!"

From beneath Darren's robe rushed a strong sword intent.

Simultaneously, he let out his black god's power, which transformed into a ferocious dragon shadow

and rushed toward Caleb.

"Humph! Don't be so naive! My defense is not something you can break so easily."

Caleb had nothing to fear. Although his realm was lowered, his body remained the same as before. He

still maintained at least 30 percent of his defense powers.