Chapter 2349 Final Strike

Chapter 2349 Final Strike

As soon as the Elysian roots tightened their hold around Adam, Emery seized the opportunity, surging forward to deliver what he hoped would be the final strike. But the Nephilim Apostle was quick to react, decisively releasing another powerful [Holy Strike].

The burst of divine energy not only stopped Emery in his tracks but also shattered the entangling vines, allowing Adam to hover freely in the air, catching his breath.

Emery exhaled in frustration, realizing just how close he had come to victory. The battle had shifted dramatically—now that Adam had witnessed his secret technique, fighting him would become increasingly difficult. As he stared up at his opponent, floating out of reach, Emery's mind raced with strategies.

With a smirk, he taunted, "How long do you plan on staying up there?"

Adam, ignoring the provocation, remained focused. His eyes scanned the arena, carefully observing the dense network of roots still pulsating with energy. "To think you could cast such a spell... What kind of root is that?!"

"If you're curious, I'll explain everything... just come down here,"

Adam, not sharing the humor, eyed the situation warily. "It seems your spell has a very limited range... Let's see how strong it is." Determined to find a way to counter the powerful roots, Adam prepared himself for another strike. The halo behind Adam flared with radiant intensity, casting a brilliant glow as he channeled its divine power into his sword.

Hovering above, he prepared to unleash another devastating [Holy Strike], this time aiming to obliterate not only the vines but also Emery and the arena itself. The sheer force of his power sent waves of anticipation through the air, and the academy staff stationed around the arena immediately sprang into action, reinforcing the magical barriers that protected the spectators.

Sensing the imminent threat, Emery responded by summoning every glowing Elysian root, pulling them back toward him, forming a dense, protective cocoon around his body.

"That won't save you!" Adam shouted, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he released his powerful sword strike.

With a swift, decisive motion, he released the first [Holy Strike].

BOOMMM!!!

The divine energy collided with the arena, sending a powerful shockwave rippling through the air. The impact made the crowd flinch, but Emery's cocoon of roots held firm. Undeterred, Adam launched the second strike, his sword cleaving through the air with even greater force.

BOOMMM!!!

The real Emery had been lying in wait beneath the ground, perfectly timing his ambush for that one final strike. "You trick me... again!!"

Adam grimaced in pain, but he was far from defeated. With a swift motion of his divine wings, he flipped its razor-sharp edges slicing into Emery's shoulder, attempting to push him away. Despite the deep wound, Emery held his ground, his grip on Adam firm as he activated the ninth stage of his [Immortal Gate], to match her battle power.

At the same time, he called the Elysian roots, to coil around them, tighten their grip, locking the Nephilim Apostle in place.

"Release me at once!!!" Adam shouted, his voice laced with fury as he struggled to break free. Despite the six blades piercing through his body, his mastery of light magic granted him remarkable regenerative abilities, healing his wounds rapidly. But as the seconds passed, something more sinister began to take hold.

Adam's expression changed as he felt an unsettling drain within his core. His energy, his very life force, was slowly being siphoned away. Panic began to set in as he realized Emery had unleashed another technique—[Spirit Devour].

Emery Whipser, "This is payback... You took my strength, now I'll take yours!"

The situation had become dire for the Nephilim Apostle, his strength rapidly draining under the combined assault of Emery's [Spirit Devour] and the relentless grip of the Elysian roots. Desperation showed in Adam's eyes, and for the first time, the once confident Nephilim seemed vulnerable. In that tense moment, a voice echoed within Emery's mind.

<Release him... Give up your challenge, and the Nephilim will reward you handsomely.>

It was the voice of the Nephilim Grand Overseer. The thought of losing their top 10 position within the Academy was a blow the Nephilim were not willing to bear lightly. Emery, however, remained silent, feeling Adam's screams and sensing his spirit weakening under his grip.

Through the mental connection, he could detect the Overseer's growing anxiety.

Emery finally responded. <How much?> <Tell me a number, and I will make it happen,>

Emery's gaze turned toward the grand figure overseeing the duel with calculated detachment. After a moment of contemplation, he delivered his answer.

"The number is... One ...One life of my Senior Fuxi... One life of his killer."

There was silence from the other end of the mental link, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh. The weight of Emery's demand hung heavily in the air. The Overseer resigned, and raised his hand, signaling his decision. "Hall 6 surrenders." The words rang out, sealing the fate of the match.

The audience erupted in disbelief and cheers as Hall 33 was declared victorious, successfully advancing to the top halls.