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"Talking about a little girl," Warden said. "Have you seen a young girl with vibrant white hair?"

The fourth disciple didn\'t answer. He charged at him, plunging his sword to his right.

"I guess she had defeated you and moved up," Warden grinned, and blocked the sword move. "You have to do a lot more if you want to defeat me, man."

"We\'ll see..." he shouted. "Sword of Ascension, First Blade: Whisper of the Wind!"

Ah, a named move, Warden had to be careful with this. It wasn\'t a whisper at all, by the sheer amount of patterns the move called upon.

The fourth disciple swung his blade upwards, sweeping as thunderous power of wind rushed along with the blade, augmented by the power of the essence of sharpness. The move wasn\'t perfect, nor was it a finishing blow, considering it didn\'t concentrate attack power on a single line. Instead, it brought forth tyrannical raw power like a natural disaster.

Warden flew to dodge, but the fourth disciple engaged him, leaving no room for him to retreat. He employed a ward, which broke instantly in contact with the devastating power. None of his moves would be enough to completely dismiss the sheer power of Whisper of the Wind\'s Descend.

Warden clenched his jaw and decided to take on the attack head-on. He didn\'t have the cloak to turn on [Void Shroud], but his [Void Vanquishing Physique] was freakishly tough to be devastated by this attack.

The essence of light and void channelled through the body as Warden broke through that torrential Whisper of the Wind. His spear swung, creating a crack in the torrential force, as Warden escaped.

"Third Move!" shouted the sword master as the wind began to twirl and concentrate on his sword. It created a small tornado—very much like the vortex of wind blades. "The Immortal Wind\'s Descend!"

The vortex took shape, opening its maw like a great beast to swallow everything up in its way. Blades of wind rushed through the vortex as they descended on Warden, devouring him completely.

Hundreds of wind blades attacked him at once, biting through his defences as over a dozen cuts appeared on his body immediately. However, before the blood could rush out in spray, more of the wind blades cut his skin, splitting open his skin. If not for his regeneration, they would have reached his bones with ease.

Warden channelled his radiance essence, his body began glowing in a goodish white light. The little source of radiance power within his core began to dwindle even more on healing wounds that kept on crawling up on his body.

He didn\'t care anymore. Warden touched the flow, tapped into its raw power, and warred his Will against the Fourth Disciple to swallow his grasp over the pattern. Needless to say, it was a hazardous task; however, one thing Warden could always count on was his persistence and terrifying stamina and recovery power.

How long would the sword master last?

The Immortal Wind\'s Descend began to weaken as the tug of war between them reached its peak. The fourth disciple had a better grasp over them, but he hadn\'t met someone like Warden who could bring forth their whole being to contend with him.

Even with all his power, the fourth disciple was bound to weaken. After all, none could control the pattern for an unlimited time. The equation became even more difficult considering the sheer amount of force he was tapping into.

The vortex of the wind blade dispersed within a couple of minutes. The bloodied figure of Warden stood serenely in his place. He took a stance, aiming the spear tip in his foe\'s direction. It was enough to tell the guy Warden planned on getting to the end.

The fourth disciple\'s face had split into an ugly expression, his eyes bloodshot.

"I have one more move in me," he said. "But you better give up before then... Because even I could not control the sheer force of it."

"Man, you\'re full of shit," Warden snorted. "Get on with it."

"Fine," the fourth disciple of Oa\'kaem gritted his teeth. Veins in his temple began to bulge out at the sheer intensity at which he revolved his energy. "Don\'t blame me if I kill you accidentally. Well, not that you\'d be able to..."

The wind rose in the surrounding areas, whispering all around under the sword master\'s control. They didn\'t flow out but began to consolidate at a point.

"Sword of Ascension, Final Blade," the sword master said solemnly as wind and his essence of sharpness concentrated in a thin line. "Apotheosis of the Immortal Storm."

Well, that was a long-ass name... Warden thought. But in the next moment, he gasped. This move had a storm in its title. Of course, it would be an eye-opener. Stil, he hadn\'t expected something like this.

Although the move wasn\'t perfect, most of the power was concentrated into a single line. Warden had to admit, even though this move didn\'t look at all impressive as the other two... this required the most control and comprehension.

He understood the essence of the move on a rudimentary level. Unlike the other two moves which had more utility, this one had only one essence.

Annihilation.

Warden sucked in a cold breath.

"You can still give up," the fourth disciple stated, trying to waver his mind.

Warden had to admit he had no way of intercepting the move, but that didn\'t necessarily mean he\'d lose. He still had one card to play out.

"Fine, have it your way..." He swung the blade, and the wind descended.

Warden activated his trump card.

[Absolute Invulnerability].

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