The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1144

Chapter 1144: Meylin vs Oviron (I) Chapter 1144: Meylin vs Oviron (I) Broad smiles spread across the faces of the dragons from the Tiamat Sect as the scarlet dragonborn flew toward them.

They had triumphed in the first fight of the trial combats, witnessing Cain’s overwhelming victory.

He had faced a powerful saintess from the Moon Cult, whose mastery over the golden moonlight was shockingly advanced, yet he emerged without a single wound.

Anura, the defeated saintess, clenched her fists in frustration at her overwhelming defeat.

However, she was no novice, and the discipline and training of a Moon Cult saintess ran deep.

She took a deep breath, nodded respectfully toward the scarlet dragon, and gracefully returned to her group.

Lady Alume’s smile remained unchanged despite the loss.

Her eyes now shifted toward Meylin, the Saintess of the Three Moons.

One defeat was acceptable, but two in a row?

Unthinkable.

That’s why she turned to Meylin-the one she knew would deliver a victory for the Moon Cult.

With serene grace, Meylin floated to the center of the battle area, her violet hair flowing elegantly as she hovered in the air.

Her calm eyes scanned the warriors of the Sun Church, settling on one of their strongest fighters.

Her aura flared as she spoke, her voice powerful and commanding.

“I would like to test the might of the Sun Church.

Do you accept my challenge?” The declaration sent a ripple of surprise through the crowd.

Warriors from the Sun Church, the Tiamat Sect, and the South Coast Alliance all turned toward the one she had chosen-Oviron.

It was clear that the Moon Cult needed a victory, so many expected Meylin to choose someone of middle rank.

After all, Meylin was only Level 24 herself.

Instead, she challenged Oviron, a Level 28 Stellar Abyss Legend with one foot already in the Archangel Rank.

Though Oviron had a reputation for cowardice-avoiding life-threatening battles-no one could deny his strength.

He was formidable, and Meylin’s challenge caught everyone off guard.

Oviron himself was briefly stunned but quickly composed himself.

A cold smile crept across his face as he stepped forward, arrogance radiating from him.

“It will be my pleasure to teach the Saintess of the Three Moons the true might of the Sun Church,” Oviron replied, his voice dripping with superiority.

Immediately, Oviron’s energy erupted in a dazzling display.

Five fully formed wings spread wide behind him, with a sixth ethereal wing faintly visible.

A scorching aura ignited around him, making him appear like the incarnation of an inferno.

The air itself seemed to burn under the intensity of his power.

Meylin remained unflustered, her expression unchanged despite the inferno surrounding Oviron.

Her eyes stayed calm as a massive burst of violet moonforce surged from her body.

Hundreds of violet swords materialized around her-nearly three times the amount Anura had summoned earlier-all hovering in the air with deadly intent.

Lady Alume watched as Meylin and Oviron’s auras reached their peak.

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation before she gave the signal.

“Begin!” The word had barely left her lips when Meylin’s violet swords shot forward at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, they were less than five meters from Oviron’s face, moving so fast the angel barely had time to react.

Cain, observing the battle intently, was impressed.

Driven by his interest in Meylin’s abilities and his disdain for Oviron, he noted the incredible speed of the violet swords.

They moved even faster than Anura’s, and Cain sensed they required no external energy to manipulate.

‘Is her key strength the speed of her attacks?’ Cain wondered.

He wasn’t the only one thinking that-Oviron, too, quickly realized that the swords were faster than he had anticipated.

Despite the surprise, Oviron did not panic.

With a swift beat of his wings, he dodged the incoming swords at the very last moment.

A smile began to form on his face, but it quickly disappeared when his eyes widened in horror-more violet swords were already waiting for him ahead, diving toward his face with relentless ferocity.

Oviron barely twisted his body in time to avoid the attack, but some of the swords grazed his skin, leaving deep cuts.

He felt the sting but couldn’t afford to focus on the pain.

More violet swords appeared in his path, blocking his escape and attacking from all angles.

Using all his strength, Oviron dodged, his wings beating furiously as he used every ounce of power to evade the relentless onslaught.

He zigzagged through the air, weaving between the blades, but no matter where he moved, the swords were waiting for him.  The crowd watched in awe as Oviron, who had once been confident and arrogant, now appeared desperate, his movements growing more frantic by the second.

Despite his skill, it was clear that he couldn’t keep this up much longer.

Throughout it all, Meylin hadn’t moved an inch.

She floated serenely in place, her hands folded as if controlling the battlefield with a mere thought.

The contrast between her calm, composed demeanor and Oviron’s increasingly erratic movements was stark.

The violet swords pressed Oviron tighter and tighter, forcing him into smaller spaces.

He was running out of room and time, and everyone watching could see it.

No matter how fast or skilled he was, Oviron couldn’t outrun the inevitable.

With each dodge, more swords nicked his skin, and the crowd could see the angel was nearing his limit.

Meanwhile, Meylin remained as tranquil as ever, directing the onslaught with silent precision, her calm gaze fixed on her opponent.

Oviron clenched his teeth, his body moving in sharp, desperate motions as he darted across the battlefield.

The hundred violet swords pursued him relentlessly, seemingly predicting his every step.

Each time the angel thought of a direction to evade, the swords were already there, waiting for him.

It felt as though they were reading his mind, anticipating his every move.

For a brief moment, Oviron considered the possibility of the young women reading his mind, but he quickly dismissed the thought as his soul force detected nothing.

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