In the Name of Empress-Chapter 558 - 339: Slash! (Part 2)

Seeing Oliver diligently recording the battle below, Jena couldn’t hold back and loudly protested: "Oliver, you’re recording my battle scenes here too, right? Delete them, I don’t want these with the images of these lowly beings."

Usually very good-tempered, Oliver finally couldn’t contain his outburst.

"Don’t worry, I’ll delete your image records after the battle ends."

Jena was at a loss for words, but she couldn’t find a reason to object.

After all, she just didn’t want her images to be stored together with those of humans, and Oliver agreed to that.

Not wanting them stored together doesn’t necessarily mean deleting the human images; her images could also be deleted.

Oliver expressed his dissatisfaction in this way, and although Jena was angry, she could only endure it.

After all, Oliver’s strength was far superior to hers.

The Blind Hero’s abilities were very close to the chief referee Hawkeye, a whole level above hers.

In the Su Ling Race, where strength is paramount, the weak cannot speak loudly to the strong, otherwise getting beaten up is well-deserved.

Previously, Oliver tolerated her, allowing her to show off, but now that Oliver didn’t want to tolerate it, she had to submit.

Just as Jena’s eyes blazed with green light in anger, the chief referee Hawkeye couldn’t help but interrupt them.

"Stop arguing, watch carefully, such grand battles won’t be seen again until the Saint Tier Return Day."

"Look, the Sword Saint has entered the Flower Sea, the most spectacular battle is starting!"

With Hawkeye’s reminder, the judges simultaneously turned their gazes to the Flower Sea.

As Sofia exhausted everything to slay Ansue, her remaining energy was completely depleted, and she could only retreat to rest under the Ginkgo Tree.

On the surface, she effortlessly killed Ansue with one slash, charming and dashing, like a War God; if it were ordinary people, they’d definitely be frightened out of their wits.

However, her enemies were not ordinary and weren’t fazed by this tactic.

If Sofia could still fight on after using all her strength to single-handedly kill Ansue, she wouldn’t need to hide under the Ginkgo Tree.

On the surface, it looked like Sofia killed smoothly, but from another perspective, Ansue achieved a one-for-one with his life, forcing her to leave the battlefield early.

As long as those protecting her, like Roland, are eliminated, she’d also perish.

To prevent Sofia from being ambushed and slain, Roland had to keep Christine, who specialized in defense and healing, to take care of Sofia.

It amounted to Ansue exchanging one for two.

In the eyes of the Sword Saint and others, Ansue, although dead, died a worthy death.

Although Ansue himself wouldn’t have thought so, being dead, no one cared about his opinion.

Now the situation was Sword Saint, Shaman Koloko, Yoga Prince, Spirit Medium versus Roland, Sif, Lisa, and Alina.

Christine could only stay behind providing support, not daring to go all out.

Sofia leaned against the Golden Ginkgo Tree, holding the Bright Blue Fury, quiet as a statue.

The Sword Saint brought out his trump card, the Blunt Heavy Sword.

It’s well known that swordsmen are noted for their comprehensive abilities and flexible sword techniques, but their penetration ability is far inferior to long-handled weapons.

This leads to swordsmen duels often involving lance confrontations.

The more prestigious the swordsman, the more oversized their spear, eager to enter wielding a seven-meter anti-cavalry lance.

Only purist swordsmen, like Grosso, who view their sword as a second life, insist on using a sword.

However, regular longswords couldn’t break through Roland’s shield, not even Sword Saint Grosso.

So, he unveiled the several hundred-pound super heavy sword.

This was the Meteorite Iron Heavy Sword, crafted from special ore gathered from meteorites.

The most prominent feature of meteorite iron is its weight.

Grosso lifted the heavy sword above his head, his expression solemn, his tone reverent, "Roland, Sif, I respect your strength, so I will use my true ultimate move..."

Grosso was a traditional warrior, cherished martial honor and would never resort to sneak attacks. He even planned to introduce Roland to the origins, weight, and features of this Meteorite Iron Heavy Sword before formally slaying Roland in an honorable duel.

In his belief, dying to a rival’s ultimate move was a warrior’s honor.

He believed Roland also held the warrior’s sense of honor.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, Roland did not.

Roland was a knight, how could he have a warrior’s sense of honor?

Not only that, neither did Sif nor Lisa.

The first to act was Lisa. She didn’t even wait for Grosso to finish his dashing lines before moving.

Her eyes blazed with fierce flames, her entire body engulfed in fire, transforming into a vividly flaming figure.

She was genuinely furious. Was this person talking nonsense?

What did he mean by respecting Roland and Sif, what about her? Was she just an unworthy side character without a name?

Before she wasn’t a Transcendent, never studied magic, they looked down on her, that was fine, but now she’s a top-tier Extraordinary Mage, they still looked down on her, then her magic was all for nothing.

Rage burned within her, Lisa let out a clear cry, stepping on fiery clouds, soared upwards like a great bird.

"Look quickly, that’s Phoenix!"

The fiery element spirit from the sky judges exclaimed.

"How can a mere human master the Phoenix’s ultimate skill?" The Flame Elemental Spirit was stunned.

The Hawkeye Referee squinted his eyes, discerning carefully before shaking his head with a smile.

"You’re mistaken, that’s just a firebird shockwave mimicking Phoenix’s attack style; to be precise, the firebird is also simulated, she’s using blazing impact."

"If it’s simulated, it’s frighteningly similar." The Flame Elemental Spirit muttered.

Though puzzled, she accepted Hawkeye’s explanation.

Phoenix is a Divine Domain powerhouse mastering fire, on par with the three Goddesses in power. If a Phoenix truly appeared on this battlefield, everyone present would perish, and even the entire Half Mountain would be incinerated, turned into a fiery hell.