God of Tricksters-Novel

The Sword Saint remained calm, but he also felt the brute force contained from the Fist Saint's energy. On the other hand, the Fist Saint smirked and became even more excited when he felt that sharp Magic Power that seemed to be able to cut him into pieces if he let his guard down even once.

"As expected, the Sword Saint is truly different. I guess I should be grateful that you finally released that Magic Power again." The Fist Saint smirked.

The Sword Saint wasn't that interested in talking to the Fist Saint. He released this Magic Power so that he could end this fight as quickly as possible.

Since the first strike couldn't do anything to the Fist Saint, the Sword Saint swung for the second time.

The Fist Saint clicked his tongue and punched the sword once again. The sword caused another slash on the ground and the fist formed another crater.

Even with a portion of the Magic Power from the first strike, they still released a strike powerful enough to leave a huge mark on the battlefield. This was the battle between the Saints.

The Sword Saint frowned whenever he struck the Fist Saint. He had channeled his Magic Power and even used his ability to cut through everything. But he couldn't harm the Fist Saint at all.

When he took a closer look, he realized that the Fist Saint was strengthening the air around his body, turning it into an invisible armor that worked perfectly against his strike.

The Fist Saint, on the other hand, noticed something from the sword strike as well. Even though none of them hit him directly, the sharp Magic Power gave a sharp pain all over his body. It felt like he was being cut by a thousand swords.Follow current s on ɴo(v)elFɪre.net - novelenglish.net . bin

"…" The Fist Saint took a deep breath, thinking, 'As expected of the Sword Saint, I have thought that even with me researching all your strength and weakness, it'll still be hard for me to defeat you.

'People often said you were a failure who couldn't make the cut into the battle between the Heavenly Sovereign and the Time God. But for people like us, who understand your strength, you are simply the last gate that keeps away all fighters from interfering in the battle between the two strongest beings.

'Obviously, your strength is beyond everyone's understanding…' The Fist Saint smirked once again. He knew that the Sword Saint was strong, but he came here intending to win.

He gathered the Magic Power around his fist once again as if he was trying to punch the Sword Saint as hard as possible.

But before the Fist Saint struck the Sword Saint, he opened his palm and pointed it at the Sword Saint.

"…" The Sword Saint sensed the flow of Magic Power. It surrounded him and enhanced the air around him, creating a box that isolated him and the rest of the world.

He understood the reason why the Fist Saint did this. He wanted to create a box to trap him. Since his power was useless against the invisible air, he thought he could create a situation where the Sword Saint had to utilize all his strength to see whether there was an ability that could cut through the invisible air or not. This way, the Fist Saint could prepare for it.

The Fist Saint smiled, knowing that his plan worked. With this, the Sword Saint had no choice but to use his trump card. 'Come and show me. I'm going to learn it so that you can't use it as a sneak attack.'

The Sword Saint understood his intention. He only had two options. If he showed that kind of ability, the Sword Saint would be at a disadvantage. If he didn't show it, there was no telling what the Fist Saint planned to do.

Still, the one before him was the Sword Saint.

"It seems that you want to trap me so that I can show you my power…" The Sword Saint said with a cold expression. Looking at the Fist Saint's face already gave the answer he needed. The Sword Saint continued, giving a little surprise to the Fist Saint. "But… I'm afraid I have to disappoint you…"

"You are not going to—" The Fist Saint wanted to shout something, but suddenly, the Sword Saint had unsheathed his sword. The people who didn't know the Sword Saint would think he had given up. But those who knew his power would realize this was the stance he used to utilize his best ability, the Sword Draw.

The moment the Sword Saint unsheathed his blade, the swing was so fast that even the Fist Saint had a hard time seeing it.

From that sword came out a burst of Magic Power. The burst was far bigger than anything he had shown today.

It completely filled the isolated box and began to shine. The blue box started to expand as if it had a hard time containing the energy.

'What? His strength… is beyond my ability?' The Fist Saint widened his eyes as he hurriedly jumped back to regain some distance.

When the energy was overwhelming, the box finally reached its breaking point.

*Boom!*

The explosion was so big that it looked like there was a second sun on the battlefield. And the one who stood in the center of it was the Sword Saint.

The Fist Saint was paying attention clearly since he knew the Sword Saint wouldn't be hurt by something like that. He soon found a shadow that had drawn his sword once again.

In that instant, the explosion itself was split into two as a crescent-shaped sword strike flew toward him.

'No, I'll be cut.' That thought appeared in the Fist Saint's mind. He hurriedly jumped to the side to avoid it, but the moment he saw the sword strike itself, he suddenly felt something amiss.

The sword strike was actually not as strong as he had imagined.

"Hah? That strength…"

The Sword Saint suddenly smiled. "Sorry, but don't overestimate yourself. Do you think everything revolves around you?"

"Huh?" The Fist Saint suddenly noticed the trajectory of the sword strike he had just avoided. 'Wait a minute. That sword strike doesn't go to the slime. Instead, it's going straight to the human side. He is fighting for humanity, right?'

The Fist Saint could finally understand the meaning behind that sword strike. It was truly not a strike to cut him down.

After all, the strike might not be that weak, but it wasn't that powerful either. It was clear that he adjusted the strength behind that strike carefully before sending it in that direction.

In other words, the Sword Saint was planning to cut someone in that direction. And he did it during their fight.

It was clear that the Sword Saint was indirectly telling him that he had spare attention to send that strike.

The Sword Saint smiled for the first time as if telling him, 'That's right, Idiot. You are weak. I can fight you while helping others.'

As someone who considered themselves equal, this kind of action was a big insult. The veins on the Fist Saint's forehead bulged as the Fist Saint let out a roar filled with anger. "SWORD SAINTTTT!!!"