But now, deploying troublesome powers was meaningless; what was needed was to pierce the enemy's chest with the sword in one's hand.
Both parties possessed the speed of light, every strike coming with a guaranteed hit effect. Should they slightly alter their abilities during this process, they would be struck through the heart by the opponent's guaranteed hit effect.
The battle would end in an instant.
So, the abilities that the God of Omniscience and Ahtal displayed now were only two: one was to transform into light, and the other was to add a guaranteed hit effect to their attacks, then deliver the decisive strike at the most critical moment.
"Clang, clang, clang!" The sound of swords clashing was so regular it seemed almost inconceivable, as if it resonated with the entire world.
The continuous arcs of light collided almost incessantly, bursting sparks that splashed like fireworks, giving a profoundly beautiful sensation.
