Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1864

Chapter 1864

With their attacks nullifying each other's, Severin and Thorold began to engage each other once more!

The collision of their surging spiritual energy created violent airwaves in the arena.

A sneer graced Thorold's face and his murderous expression grew stronger. He extended his right hand toward the air, conjuring up countless thunderbolts that converged into a mid-air thunderbolt vortex. The sudden appearance of that vortex sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.

In the Lischalts waiting area, Jangar immediately recognized the vortex and remarked solemnly. "This is

the Desolated Thundercloud!"

The Desolated Thundercloud was a technique devised by Thorold via a combination of the Gahrrs' Sun- grade combat techniques with the Deifirm Sect's lightning-attribute training exercise. It was tailored specifically to his Thunderbolt Consitution. Upon execution, it could transform the air into a lightning pool, unleashing various forms of thunderbolts that served as a remarkable offensive weapon.

As Thorold possessed the rare Thunderbolt Consitution, he enjoyed significant advantages with lightning- attribute skills and combat techniques. Only one-in-ten-thousand people within the Bleurealm could possess such a constitution, and those who possessed unique variants of the Thunderbolt Constitution were particularly renowned for their offensive capabilities. They could be mentioned in the same breath as those who were devoted to swordsmanship.

Upon seeing Thorold unleash the Desolated Thundercloud, Jangar glanced pityingly in Severin's direction, "It's such a shame that Thorold's opponent will lose. Thorold has honed this combat technique to rival even Sun-grade advanced techniques, and his innate abilities will be extremely challenging to overcome."

Though Jangar and Thorold were from different sects, they were equally feared and respected as renowned prodigies. However, even the latter shuddered at the sight of Thorold's strength. As he saw it, Severin's strength-though surpassing that of many people-had its limits. The most that Severin could achieve was winning against an ordinary level nine royal saint. There was still a long way to go before Severin could come to Thorold's level. That Thorold had used his special technique was a sign that he was not even going to give Severin a chance to take a breather.

After summoning the thunderbolt vortex, Thorold's body crackled with visible electric sparks, almost like some kind of an ancient thunder god. An invincible aura emanated from Thorold and covered the sky above the

arena.

Covered in an intimidating cloak of electricity, Thorold sald coldly, "You should feel honored to die at the hands of my special technique."

As he finished his words, Thorold commanded the thunderbolt within the vortex to form dozens of meter-

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that nearly deafened the onlookers was soon heard, and Severin licked his lips as he watched the impending onslaught of those spears. He wielded his sword, and a burst of swordwill appeared all around

him.

"Rose Petal Rain!" The exquisite, petal-like glows produced by his sword surged toward the thunderbolt spears at rapid speed. The clash resulted in a resounding and frightful explosion, with Severin's petals decimating the spears into fragments of spiritual energy.