Gol D. Ace In Coiling Dragon

Olivier's words caused not just Bebe but all those in the surrounding area to falter momentarily.

It had to be remembered that Olivier was already facing a group of half a dozen or so peak saints, including an expert like Leahman, and although he held the advantage, it was only a slight advantage.

Forget the 10+ experts surrounding Bebe; if only one more peak saint were to join the battle against Olivier, he would undoubtedly find himself on the losing side.

Still, Olivier had never been one to make jokes, especially not in a scenario like this, a fact that Bebe knew all too well. As such, after taking a deep look at the cold-faced brown-haired youth, Bebe turned into a blur attempting to escape his encirclement, but how could those surrounding him simply allow him to escape after all their efforts till now?

One of the nearer experts unhesitantly moved to block the path of the young Godeater Rat, but before he could, the eyes of the surrounding saints suddenly constricted as they watched the head of their colleague roll from his shoulders as the rest of his body suddenly collapsed, falling from the skies, crashing heavily into the ground.

"Didn't I already say that your opponent was me now?" Olivier voiced coldly.

As shocked as he was, Bebe knew he didn't have time to stop and stare. He could sense Linley's condition worsening by the second. Instead, he merely nodded to show his appreciation before turning into a black light, his body shooting off into the distance.

Bebe might not have had the time to wonder what was going on, but the same couldn't be said for the saints of the New Yulan Empire. In fact, that was all they could do in their position. Not a single one of them dared to move lightly – the energy Olivier was currently radiating was simply terrifying. It made each of them feel like mere ants.

Olivier's body was now covered in a blackish-gold skin-tight battle qi that appeared to be a fusion of the Laws of Light and Darkness.

"Yo… You…" Lehman stammered in disbelief. "How did you…"

The former commander of the Radiant Churches Zealots didn't even have time to finish his question before he leapt back, his body turning into a flash of light as it moved.

Till now, the only known person who was able to fuse two separate elements into one was the mysterious Yunaia Qingya, but here was Olivier, somehow able to do the same thing; whilst Yunaia was merely a warrior of the ninth rank, Olivier was a mid-staged saint.

When Yunaia fused her water and darkness battle-qi, her power went from a warrior of the ninth rank to a peak saint, but when Olivier did it, his battle qi went from the middle of the saint realm to what could only be described as a ½ step Demi-God.

His current power may not be quite as powerful as the Divine Energy of a Demi-God, but it was infinitely close.

Unfortunately, unlike Yunaia, who appeared able to control her fusion freely, Olivier's ability to do so stemmed from his Divine Sword – the Luminous Shadow Blade. He didn't know how or why this blade was able to create such heaven-defying effects, but he wasn't complaining.

The only bad thing was that at his current level, he could only maintain this state for 30 seconds at most. If only he could maintain it for a little while longer, he believed he would've been able to defeat and potentially even kill Felicia. Unfortunately, 30 seconds wasn't quite long enough to defeat a prime saint like that, especially as he could sense that Felicia, for some strange reason, appeared to be even stronger than the average prime saint like Fain and Desri.

As such, he decided to do the next best thing – slaughter all the other saints on their opponent's side, allowing Bebe to go and support Linley.

He didn't know if the combined efforts of Bebe and Linley would be able to fight off the High Priest's second disciple, but it was the best option they had in their current situation.

Knowing he couldn't maintain this form for long, how could Olivier be willing to waste time talking to Lehman and the others?

Without saying another word, Olivier began what could only be described as a one-sided massacre. His body flickered about the battlefield, moving from one expert to the next. Delivering each one, no more than a single strike, before moving on to the next target.

Whether it was Lehman or his colleagues, the moment Olivier revealed his incredible transformation, they all moved to escape in different directions, making it that little bit harder for Olivier to chase them all down.

But Olivier had always been an expert known for his speed. Even before his transformation, despite being in the middle stages of the saint realm, his speed had already surpassed the vast majority of peak saints, let alone now…

After a little over 20 seconds, he had already killed most of his targets, with only two having fled several miles away.

A cold smirk suffused Olivier's handsome face as his body turned into a streamer chasing after Lehman and one of Felicia's junior brothers.

Had they travelled in separate directions, one of them might have been able to escape, but with them moving together…

Within five seconds, Olivier had closed the gap to a distance of no more than a kilometre, and the gap was still rapidly closing.

"We can't escape!" Kurma – the High Priest's 17th disciple – said unwillingly. "We have to fight him head-on."

"I know," Lehman nodded, a fierce light shining in his eyes as he turned to face the incoming monster. "I refuse to believe he can maintain this form for much longer!"

Seeing his targets deciding to risk it all and face him head-on, the corners of Olivier's lips curled upwards, forming a perfect curve.

In truth, their decision was the right one. Even though Olivier could only continue on like this for another few seconds at most, it was more than enough time to kill them both if they simply focused on escaping, but by choosing to fight head-on, they simply had to survive Olivier's next attack, and Olivier would essentially be a lamb to the slaughter, but with Olivier's current power, forget killing Olivier, simply surviving would be a tall task.

Lehman suddenly let out a furious howl as a three-metre-long staff suddenly appeared in his hands, whilst the seal of white fire on his forehead instantly lit up, causing his power to multiply.

At the same time, Kurma – who had just finished the fastest incantation of his life – thrust his magic staff forward and bellowed, "Dimensional Edge!" Creating a 5-meter-long azure blade of wind that shot forward alongside Lehman towards Olivier, causing faint ripples in space as it moved.

"[Lightshadow Sword Art: Sword of the Aurora]!" Olivier roared unwilling to be undone.

The blackish-gold aura covering Olivier's sword suddenly expanded as the sword light pierced forward, blinding those who laid eyes upon it.

As the three attacks met, an earthshattering explosion resounded in the skies of the fifth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods.

Being in the centre of it, both Olivier and Lehman were forced to face the brunt of it, but whilst Olivier was still being protected by his fused battle-qi, allowing his body to escape with minimal damages, Lehman's body was almost completely disintegrated – the might of three ultimate techniques being too much for his body to bear.

And although Kurma was over 100 meters behind Lehman and still rapidly retreating, he wasn't able to escape quickly enough. Had he been a warrior, he might have been able to resist the blast with just the strength of his body; unfortunately, with him being a mage whose mageforce had all but bottomed out, his fragile body was unable to bear the impact of the blast, causing blood to begin to pour out of all of his orifices as the light faded in his eyes.

Of the three, two had died immediately, leaving Olivier the ultimate winner, but before he could lower himself to the ground, anticipating the drawback of that forbidden technique, his body suddenly shuddered as he clutched his head, howling in pain.

As a warrior with a wealth of experience, Olivier had faced more than his fair share of life and death tribulations, many of which he had stared death directly in the face. Even still, it was rare for him to release more than a pained grunt, but the pain he was currently experiencing was like nothing he had ever experienced.

It felt like his soul was being incinerated piece by piece, but what truly terrified him was the fact that he could feel what was left of his battle-qi and spiritual essence being devoured by none other than his own sword, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He even tried to throw the sword away, but in that moment, it seemed to genuinely have a mind of its own, choosing to actively stay attached to Olivier's sweaty palms.

Olivier directly lost consciousness, his last thoughts being that of regret. Partially regretting having ever picked up this cursed blade in the first place, but more importantly, he regretted that he would die before ever getting the chance to become a true expert.

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