Chapter 011: Du Fan Takes Action

“Slap slap slap slap…”
“Swish swish swish swish…”
A series of intense sounds filled the air. Under these continuous attacks, Spalitis was forced back several steps. It took a while before he finally stopped. The mighty angel was covered in pale golden blood. Wiping his face, he glared at Du Fan and shouted, “How could you see through my moves? It seems Toronus has indeed taught you quite a bit. But humans! Mortals remain mortals. No matter how hard you struggle, in front of an all-knowing and all-powerful angel, you’re utterly helpless!”
Du Fan smiled faintly and said, “Is that so?”
Spalitis slowly stood up. A pale golden light emanated from his body, instantly healing all his wounds, large and small. He raised his head slightly, and his Holy Light Wings appeared behind him, lighting up the area as if bathed in the radiance of heaven. Soft feathers on the wings fluttered, as if countless little spirits were swirling around Spalitis. He took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his usually handsome face showed a rare seriousness as he stared at Du Fan. “Human! You’re the first mortal who has made me decide to go all out against you. You should feel fortunate! To die at the hands of my Desire Angel, Spalitis, is something truly rare! Human… bring out your best. I no longer have the time or patience to waste on you. After sending you back to the Father’s embrace, I still have many things to do!”
Du Fan frowned. Spalitis looked serious, his murderous intent unmistakable. Du Fan couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease. He had unknowingly been pushed into a life-or-death struggle with Spalitis. If all this was part of High Priest Gannon’s plan, it was terrifying.
Du Fan glanced back at Gannon. His aged face now bore a hint of holy light. With a sigh, he realized that even though he knew Gannon was using him, he still had to fight… Was this the helplessness of having one’s fate controlled by others?
Du Fan slowly slipped his Phantom Wand into his storage ring. He swung his Silver Moon Sword lightly, and the sword’s light flickered.

He let out a groan, and his combat energy flared up intensely. There were myriad types of combat energy, including the light combat energy—soft white and pale blue intertwined to form a strange hue, countless times greater than every time Du Fan had used combat energy before… But after all, Du Fan was not at the Saint level… This massive amount of combat energy was only infinitely close to the Saint level in terms of quantity, but being infinitely close did not equate to being at the Saint level. At this moment, there was still an insurmountable gap between him and the Saint level!

Yet, this was already Du Fan’s peak state in his life!

He raised the Silver Moon Sword in his hand, pointed it diagonally at Spalitis, and said in a low voice, “Lord Spalitis… then let’s see who returns to the embrace of the Heavenly Father first!”

Spalitis sighed and said calmly, “Very well, as you wish!”

As soon as he spoke, Spalitis suddenly roared. A golden-yellow combat energy burst from his body. Although it wasn’t as massive as Du Fan’s, it was clear that his combat energy was countless times purer. After numerous battles, this angel’s strength might be less than one-tenth of its normal level, but in that single moment, his momentum and killing intent were far beyond Du Fan’s comparison.

His figure suddenly disappeared from its original spot, and the next time he reappeared, he was less than three meters away from Du Fan. Spalitis gently rotated the Desire Angel Spear in his hand and lunged at Du Fan like a venomous dragon.

Du Fan grunted, swung his Silver Moon Sword, and executed a Holy Light Cross Slash. With the support of this powerful angelic force, this ordinary move had been pushed to its limit!

A gigantic cross suddenly appeared in midair. Du Fan’s body was enveloped in holy light as the massive cross rushed toward Spalitis, trapping that venomous dragon in midair!

Spalitis laughed loudly and said, “Human! I never expected you to still be a follower of the God of Light, capable of wielding such pure holy power. It seems I really underestimated you! But using holy power to attack an angel—aren’t you just a bit too foolish?”

Du Fan replied calmly, “Well, who knows?”

As he spoke, his Silver Moon Sword moved swiftly, executing a series of intricate sword techniques. Along with his movements, countless Holy Light Cross Slashes, varying in size, rushed toward the venomous dragon in Spalitis’ hand at almost the same time…

A mass of white and blue intertwined combat energy, along with a mass of pale golden combat energy, collided violently with each other. A severe tremor spread through the air, accompanied by thunderous booms and countless dazzling lights. With Du Fan’s current strength, he could undoubtedly be considered one of the greatest warriors in the Roland Continent. Even if Spalitis was weak, he was still a true Saint-level fighter. The clash between the two generated immense amounts of combat energy, and under such intense fighting, even the space around them began to shake!

In mid-air, the intertwined combat energy suddenly dispersed, and the two combatants stopped. Du Fan’s Silver Moon Sword was covered in fine cracks, and his knuckles were split. Yet in less than a moment, his extremely powerful light combat energy restored him. The combat energy burning all over his body formed a circular halo surrounding him, while his Silver Moon Sword grew several feet longer. Blue and white combat energy continuously circled around its blade, which hummed with a sound akin to a scream.

The other two people present, Ringtone and Gannon, were also extraordinary warriors. Although they weren’t allowed to intervene in this battle, they could see that Du Fan had pushed his strength to its limit, barely separated from Saint-level power. For someone who had just gained angelic power, this was already remarkable.

A warrior at the peak of level 9, if he pushed his strength to its limit, might not possess earth-shattering power, but he would still be extremely terrifying! If the people in the capital learned that someone who had been learning martial arts for less than half a year already had the strength of a peak level 9 warrior, it would probably scare many with weak hearts to death. Even those so-called geniuses might just buy a block of tofu and smash their heads against it!

As for Du Fan’s Silver Moon Sword, it wasn’t destroyed by the collision between the two. It was still a decent magic sword—after all, it wasn’t a sacred or divine weapon, so it naturally couldn’t withstand such intense combat energy. After all, Du Fan’s power at this moment came from Thoronus, an archangel at the peak of Saint-level. Thus, the sword had already reached its limit. If Du Fan’s combat energy vanished now, this magic sword, which cost him 100,000 gold coins, would likely turn to dust!

Sparitis stared at Du Fan in mid-air. Though his surface remained calm, he was secretly astonished. During their first clash, although he didn’t know exactly what Du Fan had done, his strike—capable of reducing any warrior below the Saint rank to dust—had been blocked. Moreover, he could sense a bizarre combat energy lurking within the light combat energy, breaking through his defenses and spreading throughout his body. If not for his caution, that eerie energy would have shattered his heart veins instantly, and even as a mighty Desire Angel, he might have been defeated in one strike.

Furthermore, although he had barely managed to block that attack, his body trembled violently, and Sparitis almost spat out blood, though he forced it down.

Looking at Du Fan again, Sparitis felt a strange sensation. Why did this human give him such an odd feeling? That mysterious combat energy also seemed incredibly familiar to him. If he wasn’t mistaken, he must have suffered under such energy before!

But whatever it was, Sparitis knew one thing: this human, whom he despised, was fighting desperately—and he even had the strength to match him!

Du Fan looked at Sparitis and smiled faintly, as if seeing through his thoughts. His eyes flashed briefly before becoming empty once more as the Eye of Truth activated again.

With an almost casual smile, Du Fan said softly, “Lord Sparitis… have you rested enough? If so, it’s time to send you on your way!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Fan grasped his Silver Moon Sword and charged at Sparitis like a shooting star. Without using any combat skills or combat energy, it seemed he understood that those below the Saint rank had no way to injure a Saint except through direct confrontation.

Sparitis felt a hint of humiliation. This insignificant human wouldn’t even resort to a feint when facing him? Earlier, he had been cautious and despicable, tolerating minor losses as mere entertainment. But this attitude now… Was he mocking an angel?