King's Awakening-Chapter 741 - : Battle with Moore the Protector - Part 1

Chapter 741: Chapter 741: Battle with Moore the Protector – Part 1

Heavy rain pours, torrential rain buckets down.

Under the densely clouded sky, a terrifyingly gloomy atmosphere envelops the entire valley.

Dressed in white, White Mitchell exudes a snowy gentleness, his gaze determined and sharp. He stands at the edge of a cliff, bathing in the torrential rain, steadfastly confronting Moore, ready for a fight.

Moore is robust, radiating a dreadful murderous aura.

His hair is like a black waterfall, his dancing black robe making him look like a devil in the darkness. His gaze is indifferent, devoid of any emotions, only filled with disdain and ridicule for White Mitchell.

“White Mitchell, even if you hide your strength, it’s futile,” Moore sneered, “Watching you is like watching an insignificant ant, entirely unimpressive!”

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A faint smile appeared at the corner of White Mitchell’s mouth, his eyes flickering with unwavering determination. “Moore, try not to be too arrogant.”

As his voice fell, White Mitchell suddenly moved, leaping like a Spirit Ape. The longsword in his hand was like a silver flash across the sky, slashing straight towards Moore’s chest.

A dark fog surged forth from Moore, materializing into a colossal palm print that opened its bloody maw, brutally slapping towards White Mitchell.

“Boom!”

The two powerful forces collided, emitting a deafening explosion, as if the surrounding valley was shaking violently. White Mitchell was forced back by the immense power. He staggered back a few steps, blood seeping from his body.

“How do you like Moore’s Sky Splitting Palm?” Moore sneered.

Sky Splitting Palm?

White Mitchell’s expression was solemn. As he thought, Moore was much more formidable than he had imagined.

This man was like a grim venomous snake, even the people from Heavenly Dragon City might not know his true strength.

Feeling the pressure, White Mitchell was also filled with a fighting spirit. He knew that only by resisting vigorously could he possibly defeat Moore.

White Mitchell once again lunged towards Moore. His movements were agile, like a tiger charging down a hill, his longsword dancing, the Sword Qi flying, shattering the surrounding rain into countless droplets.

Moore’s lips curved up into a mocking smile. Without even looking, he swung his palms, dark palm shadows sweeping out, crushing all of White Mitchell’s Sword Qi.

White Mitchell’s determined eyes flashed with resolve. He gritted his teeth and once again, threw himself at Moore with all his might. His sword technique was relentless, glinting, shining like stars in the rainy night.

A cold laughter appeared at the corner of Moore’s mouth. He swung his palms without mercy, his dark palm shadows struck towards White Mitchell like a storm. Each slap brought overwhelming power, as if trying to crush White Mitchell into pulp.

Initially, White Mitchell had skillfully avoided several deadly attacks due to his agility, but gradually, he felt the increasing pressure. The terrifying suppression from Moore was like an invisible mountain, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“The Sky Splitting Palm is indeed powerful!” White Mitchell gritted his teeth inwardly. He knew his situation was perilous, but he would not give up easily. He knew that as long as he had a glimmer of hope, he would strive for it with all his might.

Fresh wounds began to multiply on White Mitchell’s body. He was covered in injuries but still stood firm against Moore, persisting stubbornly.

Their battle endured like a raging storm, each move was fierce, each strike massive. After hundreds of exchanges, the tension in the field intensified, like a tightly drawn bow about to snap.

White Mitchell felt Moore’s pressuring force increased once again. His body heavily hit the ground, splattering mud. He struggled to stand up, his face covered in blood, but not the slightest intention of shying away.

“White Mitchell, who do you think you are? You want to challenge me with that mediocre swordsmanship? Ridiculous!” Moore sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

White Mitchell’s mouth twitched, a stubborn gleam flashing in his fiery eyes.

“Less idle talk, let’s continue!”

White Mitchell emitted a strong light of confidence and threw himself at Moore once again. His determination and tenacity encouraged his every attack, his sword strokes got even sharper, his movements more elusive.

Moore sensed White Mitchell’s incremental progress, becoming more cautious.

Their moves were like the opposition of fire against water. Each clash sparked powerful shockwaves. Their figures flickered, like illusions; the shadows of the sword and palm intertwined, as if staging a beautifully tragic dance.

With the passing of every minute and every second, White Mitchell’s body bore more and more wounds, with fresh blood continually spilling out, blurring into a hazy red in the downpour. His breath grew ragged, but the fires of combat in his eyes still blazed unextinguished.

Protector Moore was not without injuries. Although his Sky Splitting Palm was formidable, White Mitchell’s swordsmanship had also dealt him lethal blows in each clash. His expression gradually turned somber, and a ripple of unease stirred in his heart.

Their hands began to tremble, but their resolve to continue the battle did not waver. They had sunk into a mad state, forgetting the pain and exhaustion, leaving behind only resistance and perseverance.

“White Mitchell, your strength truly cannot be underestimated,” Protector Moore slowly said, “You are the most talented young man I have ever met. But it’s a pity, you still can’t win against me.”

White Mitchell managed a small smile, his voice tinged with indomitable pride. “What’s the matter, are you scared?”

Scared?

A hint of a smirk lifted the corners of Protector Moore’s lips, “Do you really believe, I can’t deal with you?”

As his words fell, Protector Moore disappeared from his original spot.

White Mitchell was immediately on alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to react to any possible location where Protector Moore might appear. Suddenly, a chill washed over him; White Mitchell felt a fierce stream of Qi on his back.

He spun around violently only to see Protector Moore sneering at him as he lunged forward, his palms frosty and cutting. White Mitchell gripped his sword tightly and swung it like a flash of lightning, colliding with Protector Moore’s attack. The intense force of the impact sent both of them stumbling back several steps, fresh blood spewing from their mouths.

A wave of confusion coursed through White Mitchell; Protector Moore’s skills seemed far more superior than he’d initially imagined. He started understanding why Protector Moore held the inalienable reputation of being the uncrowned champion of the martial world. Not just because his swordsmanship reigned unmatched, but also due to his movement techniques, elusive as specters.

As White Mitchell pondered, Protector Moore disappeared again, and the surroundings started shifting. The calm woodland was transformed into a sea of fire, explosive flames raging towards him, choking White Mitchell’s breaths. He strived to remain calm, gathering his Inner Strength, forcefully repelling the blazes.

However, just as he thought he’d escaped the calamity, Protector Moore emerged in front of him once again. This time, his figure was shrouded in shadows, making it impossible to discern his position. White Mitchell clenched his teeth, making an instant judgment and thrust his sword towards a shadow in front of him.

But Protector Moore had already anticipated his move. He sidestepped the sword strike like lightning and pounced on White Mitchell once again. White Mitchell felt a surge of tremendous pressure, he put up a desperate struggle but was still forced to retreat.

“Your swordsmanship is not fast enough!” Protector Moore taunted coldly. “You will never be able to hit me with your swiftness.”

Fury raged within White Mitchell as he exhausted every measure, launching an unending barrage of sword strikes. Yet, each of his attacks was easily evaded by Protector Moore. He started feeling a wave of helplessness washing over him and began to question his capabilities to defeat Protector Moore.

However, he could not back down.

White Mitchell once again composed his mind. He decided to cast away all distractions and confront Protector Moore with his full might.

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The glow of his sword was like a rainbow, flying across the night sky like a meteor. White Mitchell’s figure suddenly became evasive, his speed seemingly transcending the constraints of time and space. A trace of surprise flickered across Protector Moore’s face, and his surroundings started to change.

But White Mitchell did not lower his guard. He maintained his vigilance, ready for Protector Moore’s retaliation at all times. As expected, just as he struck Protector Moore’s body with lightning speed, Protector Moore’s figure disappeared once again.

A sense of imminent danger washed over him, and White Mitchell’s gaze sharpened. He kept his aura in check, preparing for any attack that might come from Protector Moore. As he kept his guard up, a severe pain shot through him; he felt as if his body could not endure any further.

“It seems you still are not powerful enough.” Protector Moore’s figure suddenly emerged behind White Mitchell, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You are destined to lose to me.”

White Mitchell knew, Protector Moore was right. His strength was far inferior to that of Protector Moore, and with Moore’s quick movement technique, he could not keep up. But he couldn’t let go. He refused to accept defeat at the hands of Protector Moore so easily.

He turned to face Protector Moore, his eyes shimmering with unwavering determination. “Bullshit, it’s far from over!”

White Mitchell roared and charged forward with his sword once again.

But, the outcome remained the same. The speed of Protector Moore’s movement technique was just too fast; White Mitchell couldn’t catch a glimpse of his figure.

Let alone counterattacking.

Boom!

Once again, White Mitchell was blasted away, crashing heavily into a nearby mountain side.

At that moment, White Mitchell felt as if his body was coming apart.

“No, continuing like this is not an option.” White Mitchell thought heavily.

In the current situation, he was being completely dominated, with no possibility of fighting back.

In order to take down Moore, he must figure out how to break his movement technique.

But mastering such a skill couldn’t be accomplished overnight.

Amidst the current battle, he didn’t have any time to think about the movement technique.

“It seems, the gap between me and the real powerhouses is still quite big.” White Mitchell said somewhat reluctantly.

Just when White Mitchell was feeling unwilling, the long-dormant Origin Power spoke slowly: “What he’s using is not just a movement technique, he’s applying the power of Law. Even if you can match his speed, you can’t defeat him.”

“Law?”

Hearing these unfamiliar words, White Mitchell couldn’t help but ask, “Is there a way to break it?”

At this point, White Mitchell no longer cared about what a law was.

His only concern was to deal with Moore as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Origin Power spoke slowly: “He is using the Wind Law. If you want to overcome him, you must also comprehend a kind of Law power.

But, the power of Law requires your own realization and, moreover, you need to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.”

“Your current strength can indeed fight a Foundation establishment powerhouse, but your realm is still far behind.

To comprehend the power of the Law is like dreaming in a fool’s paradise.”

The words of Origin Power poured cold water all over him, but White Mitchell didn’t feel disappointed.

He knew that since Origin Power spoke, it must have a solution.

“I’ll lend you my power.” The Origin Power spoke again.

White Mitchell nodded. At this point, he didn’t have the luxury of weighing the pros and cons, survival was paramount.

“The power I’m lending you this time contains a portion of Spatial Law. If used properly, handling your current opponent will not be difficult,” The Origin Power continued.

The next moment, White Mitchell felt a mysterious and strong force of Origin Power flowing within him.

With the touch of Origin Power, White Mitchell’s perception went beyond human limitations and he comprehended the mysteries of Spatial Law. He could sense the distortion and changes in space.

With the help of Origin Power, White Mitchell understood the essence of Spatial Law. He could instantly move to any place he wished to be. He had the freedom to change space and distort reality. He could place all objects under his control, whether it was moving mountains or altering the terrain of the land.

With the Origin Power, White Mitchell became the embodiment of Spatial Law.

Hmm!?

Moore, who was originally performing his movement technique, quickly sensed the change in White Mitchell.

On White Mitchell, he sensed the power of a Law!

The next moment, Moore’s eyes suddenly tightened.

Law Power!

That was a fighting style that could only be comprehended by powerhouses at the Foundation Establishment level.

How could White possibly also understand it?

Remember, he hasn’t reached the Foundation Establishment realm yet!

Even though his strength has achieved that level, his comprehension is still far from reaching it.

What’s more, the rules he comprehends seem to be even stronger and more advanced than what I comprehend myself.

This left Moore, the protector, shocked and angry. How could he allow someone of a lower rank than himself to understand a more advanced law of power?

Resentment and anger boiled in Moore’s heart. Without hesitation, he activated his own energy. Unlimited power of darkness flowed into his body and the force within him started to work.

The powerful energies clashed in this void, producing deafening roars. Spatial cracks appeared one after another, as if wanting to swallow everything.

But White was not afraid, his eyes were cold and firm. The enhancement of the Origin Power made him feel absolute strength and confidence. He stomped his foot and instantly disappeared from the spot.

Moore’s attack missed its mark. He lifted up his surprised face only to see White had already appeared behind him.

White lifted his hand, a profound and massive force of space surged from his hand, creating a huge black hole. The suction force of the black hole was so great that Moore couldn’t resist it at all, he could only watch as he was sucked into the black hole.

“Impossible!” a shrill scream from Moore resounded in the black hole, only to quickly fade away.

The black hole dispersed and the void returned to tranquility. White appeared again, his eyes revealing a deep killing intent.

He knew he’d only temporarily defeated Moore and had not truly handled him. Although Moore had been sucked into the black hole, the force of the Space Law wasn’t enough to completely destroy him. He must find Moore as soon as possible, cut off his Law force; otherwise, he could pose a threat in the future.

White’s gaze was cold, his figure moved like lightning in the void. With the help of the Space Law, he could teleport to any location at any moment, effortlessly crossing through stars. He sensed a familiar energy fluctuation. That was Moore’s trail.

He tracked the energy fluctuation at a high speed and quickly located Moore. Moore hovered in the void, his body radiating a storm-like aura. His body was semi-transparent, as though he had blended into the void.

Moore turned around and sneered, “White, do you think you can truly defeat me? The Law of Wind cannot be resisted.”

White expressionlessly looked at him while condensing a ball of black space competence in his hand. He calmly stated, “You believe the Law of Wind is invincible, yet I have broken through the boundaries of the Space Law.”

He thought about his comprehension of a more advanced Space Law, no longer confined to simple transportation and fleeing into the void. His competence of Law had become more refined, allowing him to manipulate the void and create powerful attacks.

“Watch how I shatter your Law of Wind!” Just as White’s words fell, the dark competence in his hand erupted suddenly. Lightning-like black holes shot out, sweeping the entire space.

The color on Moore’s face changed greatly. He tried his best to resist the pull of the black hole. His body quickly became transparent, as if disappearing in the air, but the suction power of the black hole intensified. Moore constantly shifted shape, trying to escape the restraints of the black hole, but he didn’t succeed.

White smirked coldly as the black hole’s power became greater, trapping Moore firmly inside. Moore roared, resisting the oppression of the black hole, but it was clear he was at a disadvantage.

“Don’t get cocky too early, White!” Moore roared, “I won’t be defeated by your Space Law!”

His body gradually fused into the black hole, becoming one with it. Moore controlled the Law of Wind to create a strong storm within the black hole. The interior of the black hole suddenly became chaotic, and strong storm forces tried to tear the black hole apart.

White remained unmoved. His eyes revealed a decisive look. He took a deep breath, his body emitting strong spatial fluctuations.

“If this is the case, let me confront you directly!” White shouted lowly, his body exploding with endless spatial power.

His figure disappeared instantly, reappearing sternly in front of Moore. White lifted his hand, a transparent spatial blade emerged instantly, slashing towards Moore.

Moore was scared far too much. He couldn’t help but retreat, attempting to dodge the attack from the spatial blade. But no matter how he moved, the spatial blade always followed closely, trapping him.

White smirked, the spatial blade in his hand became sharper, traversing through the void. Each of his strikes carried the power to destroy everything.

Finally, Moore became apprehensive. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to escape White’s attack. As the black hole’s power gradually weakened, he was sliced by the spatial blade, leaving bloody wounds.

White was merciless. His strikes became faster and faster, and each one was more powerful than the last.