Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1874

Jangar resembled the aura of a peerless sword, and his aura had broken through the arena's shield to envelop Nontwo City. His body was bathed in the glow of sword light as he gazed coldly at Severin. He then nonchalantly tossed his long sword in Severin's direction. The speed of flight was not very swift, and one might even describe it as being remarkably slow. Yet, with each advancement, sections of the blade seemed to dissipate, giving rise to a sword light approximately ten feet long. As the blade vanished, the sword light grew even more.

The sword light that was approaching Severin eventually reached a jaw-dropping size of a hundred feet, casting a shadow over the entire arena. Severin resembled a tiny little speck as he stood beneath the looming sword.

"How fancy!" Severin remarked, shaking his head lightly. His fists then radiated a brilliance similar to that of the sun's rays. The next second, he thrust his hand forward and unleashed a seal akin to a small mountain. A deafening sonic boom was subsequently produced.

The collision of energy from both that huge fist and extended swordlight leveled the entire arena, creating a massive crater. In the center of the pit stood Severin, who was suspending himself in the air along with his sword in front of him. By contrast, Jangar's clothes were in tatters from the shockwave and his injuries had worsened too.

Jangar's eyes widened in his disbelief as he gazed at Severin, who emerged unscathed. "Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible," Severin replied calmly.

Realizing that his most powerful blow had failed to even ruffle Severin's composure, a profound sense of frustration began to well deep within him. He had nothing else left up his sleeve after using his trump card, so he could only wipe away the blood from his mouth as he said dejectedly to Severin, "You win."