No one managed to catch a glimpse of what had happened.
Even figures such as Thomas and Sky could not understand what had happened. They could only vaguely see James slashing with his sword. Then, a sword light glimmered before slicing the Spirit Master’s sword in half and the Spirit Master was sent flying.
The arena was dead silent.
Everyone held their breath as they looked at James who was standing before the rubble. At that moment, James’ sword had already returned to its sheath.
In the distance, Jackson asked, “Delainey, did you manage to see James’ sword technique?”
Delainey shook her head and said, “I couldn’t see anything.”
Stunned, Jackson said, “I didn’t expect him to become this strong. The Spirit Master was a renowned figure even two centuries ago. Back in those days, no one stood a chance against him. I never expected him to face defeat.”
On the battlefield…
The Spirit Master slowly crawled up from the rubble.
At that moment, his hair was disheveled, and there were blood traces on his lips. He was in a sorry state.
He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?”
James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.”
It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying.
“One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?”
James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”
Upon hearing this, the Spirit Master smiled. “I concede defeat.”
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