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Chapter 1615: 445 Power of the Phase and Star Realm Fish Head
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The diffuse green light slowly converged.
Soon after,
Matthew’s vision was filled with two streaks of deep green. Quickly, the verdant greeness turned into intense blood marks.
A large amount of blood gushed from the wounds of the two Super Limit Strong People, falling to the ground like two cascading waterfalls!
Only, the waterfalls were dark red in color.
Matthew suddenly saw.
That sword strike from Tyrese had just torn open the belly of the Patrol, Wuken, as well as the chest and shoulder blade of Blood Angel Urmas!
The scars were so shocking to behold.
But strangely on either side of the wounds, tender bamboo leaves had begun to sprout on the bodies of Wuken and Urmas.
The delicate green of the bamboo leaves contrasted starkly with the dark red of the wounds.
But what was most surprising was,
with the swing of that sword,
a mysterious aura had locked onto Wuken and Urmas!
Above their heads, there appeared many crystal-clear, leisurely green bamboo leaves!
The leaves seemed to be made of jade, reflecting a calm and gentle light in the sunshine.
Although these bamboo leaves were highly transparent,
everyone noticed them immediately!
Matthew counted.
There were twenty-three bamboo leaves floating above Urmas’s head;
Wuken had even more—forty-one leaves in total.
“What’s that?”
He glanced at the data bar, couldn’t find an answer, so he couldn’t help but ask aloud.
The Beholder Sword Saint replied,
“That’s the ‘Bamboo Leaf Mark’.”
“Every time they suffer some damage, they will lose some Bamboo Leaf Marks. Once all the Bamboo Leaf Marks are gone, they will die completely.”
“It’s a countdown to death, a straightforward and effective psychological tactic, and it’s a trademark of Mr. Tyrese’s psychic swordsmanship.”
“That’s an impressive technique… I can’t do that yet.”
There was a tint of regret in his tone.
But more than that, excitement!
Matthew wore an expression of bemusement.
“So in other words, it’s just an HP bar that everyone can see, right?!”
However, to some of the strong,
the Bamboo Leaf Mark could indeed serve to damage their Prestige.
At least it allowed everyone to see the hope and progress of victory.
“Clang! Clang!”
The Beholder Sword Saint suddenly dropped the hundreds of swords he had been carrying onto the ground.
Then,
he summoned a shadow to cover those swords.
And he himself entered a very relaxed state:
“Don’t blink, Matthew.”
“This is a great opportunity to observe a legendary swordsmanship technique. I bet you won’t come across many chances like this in a lifetime.”
Matthew nodded slightly.
He didn’t need the Beholder Sword Saint’s reminder to know the immense benefits of observing such a top-level duel.
Not just Matthew,
even Soldier, who was always hiding in the shadows guarding him, couldn’t resist showing himself.
Soldier gazed at Tyrese’s back, entering a rather extraordinary state.
A thought occurred to Matthew.
Indeed,
Soldier’s opportunity to advance into the Advanced Legend was a painting scroll called ‘bamboo jade creatures.’
And that scroll was part of Tyrese’s collection.
He must have certainly appreciated it himself.
On the Aindor Continent,
bamboo is not a rare species, but for most intelligent races, this plant holds no special significance.
The wood elves are an exception.
Since the arrival of the Divine Phoenix, many places in the Jade Court were filled with bamboo forests.
It wasn’t long ago that Matthew had learned from Yu Qi
that the path of the Sword Master on the Aindor Continent is usually thought to originate with the Orcs.
However, the Orc Sword Master on Feilai Island also seems to have inherited techniques from the Su people.
During those years when the Divine Phoenix recuperated in the Jade Court,
many Su cultural elements and skills were passed on.
Due to barriers of extraordinary powers and differences in practical application, most of the combat-related skills were appropriately preserved by the wood elves as a form of cultural artwork.
Very few elves managed to transform the skills bestowed by the Divine Phoenix into their own martial art.
Tyrese was clearly an exception.
His swordsmanship probably came from an understanding of the secret archives of the Divine Phoenix, which came from the swordsmanship of the Eastern Continent!
The more Matthew observed, the more certain he became.
Because there were too many similarities between the gestures of Tyrese and Soldier’s movements.
It was a style of combat that had never before appeared in the history of Aindor.
On the front lines,
facing off against huge creatures tens of times his own size, Tyrese demonstrated an incredibly elegant posture in battle.
His movements were very slow,
so slow that at one moment,
it seemed as if time around the elder elf had frozen as he took a leisurely half-step back and then paused, as if awaiting something—
The next second,
he turned, retreated three quick steps, and the bamboo staff in his hand swept out simultaneously.
As if by some twist of fate,
just after a red sword light tore the street where he originally stood in half,
Tyrese’s bamboo staff easily ripped open a bone-deep rift in the Blood Angel Urmas’s boot!
The Blood Angel lifted his boot violently, then stomped down again.
Boom!
The street collapsed, dust billowing.
When the dust cleared, everyone was astonished to find that Tyrese was simply standing there steadfastly.
Aside from where he stood,
the ground around him had collapsed and shattered severely.
And the place he was standing
was only half a meter from the boot stomped down by the Blood Angel!
The next moment,
he suddenly leapt high, then his figure vanished, reappearing elsewhere.
Crack!
A crisp sound resounded.