Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Brilda's blizzard still rages on, a vast expanse of pure white world.

All the snowflakes are blocked by the Holy Astore Crystal Sky Barrier.

That barrier, like a transparent dome, covers a territory spanning several kilometers, reaching the sky, separating the heavens and the earth.

In the center of this white land, two figures stand tall, like statues standing at the end of time.

"It seems that a little cleverness has made you all ecstatic."

Hesintos casually turns his head, listening to the sound outside the barrier.

"..."

Loren said nothing, just looked at the enemy with icy eyes, unwilling to engage in any communication.

Now, within a two-kilometer range outside the barrier, the journalists' cameras may not hear their voices, but they can clearly sense the outside world.

"Loren, you are nothing more than a fish on the chopping board, just jumping a bit more joyfully than the others."

Hesintos finally looks at Loren again, his casual stance with the sword as if not considering his opponent human.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the two move, their speed nearly beyond the reach of the naked eye.

"Behold the sea of sword energy."

Hesintos holds the sword in front of him, the ground begins to crack, and intangible sword energy rushes out like tides, swiftly spreading across the battleground.

The primordial force of division within the sea of sword energy rises, trying to sever any creature above it.

Loren's gaze follows the direction the sword energy spreads, avoiding the deadly force, yet he can feel the intangible oppression, with death closely trailing by his side.

Hesintos swings his sword, the silver light turns into a galaxy crossing the sky and earth, the unstoppable sword energy whistles toward Loren's waist.

Loren extends his palm, and a violent wind rises, meeting Hesintos' sword energy.

The wind carries a sharp howl, sweeping everything into demolition, as Loren also unleashes a stormy current, contending against Hesintos' sword energy tsunami; the divine slash and divine wind interweave, attempting to claim a domain purely for the sword or the wind on the ground.

From the perspective of reporters outside the distant barrier, the two Ninth-orders seem to disappear in an instant, then simultaneously appear elsewhere, accompanied by earth's rumbling and sky's violent currents.

The reporters gape at the battle's spectacle within the Crystal Barrier, even stopping their commentary to the camera. Without the barrier's protection, they would likely have been shredded by the spreading remnants, unable to even feel the pain.

At this moment, the Eleventh Military God Simon Luo's forehead is covered with sweat, desperately channeling Buli's energy fully into the Holy Astore barrier, preventing the power from spreading.

He barely opens one eye, looking towards the distant front of Cret Memorial Square.

The simple confrontation between Loren and Hesintos is a mutual probing.

They appear evenly matched.

Hesintos holds the Cyrus Spirit Sword, the golden glow engraved on the blade like eternal fire.

On the other side, Loren's black robe flutters in the wind, his face clearly visible beneath the priest robe.

The entire square becomes their domain of contest.

The ground cracks beneath their feet, all the remaining solid barriers two kilometers away begin to collapse and shatter.

Atmospheric waves sweep across the square, tossing the snow on the ground into giant tornadoes, engulfing the battleground in white whirlpools.

"Impressive."

Hesintos, surrounded by silver brilliance, praises Loren as he grasps his sword.

The Crystal Sky Barrier emits sharp creaks under the impact, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The environment Hesintos and Loren attempt to create collides, intertwines.

"You haven't used your full strength yet."

Loren concentrates fully on directing the wind's course, neutralizing Hesintos' sword energy.

"Ah, boring enough to yawn."

Hesintos' expression gradually turns cold, seemingly implying that his earlier praise was merely courteous, his power subtly intensifying, as though not even a tenth of his true strength has been used.

The opponent's strength disappoints him greatly.

Sword energy shreds Loren's storm into pieces.

Loren's expression remains unchanged, as the storm domain refuses to retreat, continually regrouping and countering, attempting to engulf Hesintos' sword energy; the ferocious wind roars like an enraged giant beast, determined to sweep everything in.

"Hahaha, why so serious."

The blade of Hesintos emits dark golden light, and when the Cyrus Spirit Sword absorbs his aura to the full, Hesintos releases a wave of destructive energy, shaking the entire battlefield.

He swings the heavy Cyrus Spirit Sword, carving a golden lightning-like linear slash.

The air gets torn as the slash passes, emitting a piercing shriek.

Loren swiftly evades, wind rendering his form ghostly, but he can feel the Death God beside him.

Full efforts are required to survive amidst the destructive force of such linear slashes.

Although the pressure intensifies, Loren knows such slashes shouldn't be randomly unleashed, as long as he dodges and stabilizes, he can endure.

"Let's go again then."

Hesintos observes as Loren treats ordinary attacks as a form of technique, and with the Cyrus Spirit Sword radiating dark golden light, unleashes another linear slash.

Loren's storm domain starts showing flaws.

The wind becomes intermittent, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, unable to fully resist Hesintos' attacks.

Loren's expression grows increasingly solemn, seemingly bearing immense pressure.

Finally, in this collision,

Hesintos' sword energy breaks through Loren's storm barrier.