Alfonso let out a roar of fury, raising his Seven Death Star Sword and slashing toward Xayne."Xayne, you may be formidable, but you will never kill me! I am Alfonso! I am the true Divine Commander among the Divine Commanders!" His voice thundered across the battlefield, his words carrying an unyielding arrogance.This strike was unlike any before. It bore no dazzling light, no blinding sword aura, just a simple, slash. Yet, within its simplicity lay an incomprehensible force, an extraordinary power Alfonso himself had never wielded before.For the first time, he wasn't relying on the Christy family's formations. This was his power."Ah, it seems you've finally begun to realize something," Xayne said, his lips curling into a faint smile.The astonishment in Alfonso's eyes betrayed his realization: the notion of "man triumphing over heaven" was no longer an abstract concept but something tangible. But he would never truly grasp its essence.The Scarlet Dragon Lance in Xayne's hand

"Xayne, feeling numb all over yet?" Alfonso sneered, his voice dripping with triumph."I'll let you in on a little secret. This is the Christy family's unique Blood Acacia! Once it touches you, there's no escaping it. The more you struggle, the faster your strength fades!"Alfonso's expression grew more confident with every word. "The foundation of the Christy family isn't something a brat like you could ever comprehend. Still, you've truly surprised me. To push me to reveal this trump card at your age is no small feat!"He sighed mockingly, "Give you another ten years, perhaps I wouldn't be your match. But today? You're still too weak to go against me!"Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Alfonso exuded a commanding aura, his demeanor now towering and unassailable. His gaze swept over the crowd, those who had just moments ago been prepared to bow before Xayne in submission. His lips curled into a disdainful smirk. "For decades, I, Alfonso, have dominated the world.

Divine's Trance was also a key ingredient in an ancient anesthetic once used by a legendary herbalist known as "Horace Med." The concoction was so potent that even Divine Commanders would succumb to its effects, which led to the name "Divine's Trance."Alfonso clenched his jaw, squinting his eyes as he glared at Xayne.From the sidelines, Madoc muttered, "Looks like Alfonso's in trouble this time. What are the odds of Xayne stumbling upon the drug's weakness like that?"Breaking the effects of Divine's Trance by luck. It was almost laughable how fortunate Xayne was. Had this battle taken place closer to dusk, Alfonso's plan might have succeeded flawlessly. But under the glaring midday sun, fate seemed to favor Xayne.At the start of this fight, Alfonso had been the clear favorite. But one twist after another turned the tide. First, Xayne dismantled Alfonso's "Heavenly Peak's Seven Sword." Now, the sunlight's interference rendered Divine's Trance useless.Even though the warriors o

Alfonso's eyes widened in fury, his gaze blazing with an intensity so fierce it seemed the flames in his pupils might leap out at any moment. There was no chance he would accept defeat. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, pointing to the sky.The winds roared, the clouds churned, and thunder boomed.From the ground, countless earthen spikes erupted, transforming the landscape into a deadly, shifting battlefield. It was as if the very fabric of the world itself bent to Alfonso's will.Even Matthias and the others could not suppress their gasps of shock. The scene before them was like the gaping maw of a primordial beast, ready to devour all life in an instant.Lightning danced across the sky, and the earth trembled beneath the storm's fury. The heavens unraveled in chaotic disarray, as a deafening crack of thunder shattered the air, followed by a torrential downpour.But this was no ordinary rain. Each droplet carried a strange, oppressive force, draining the strength of anyone cau

"Alfonso's death may not necessarily be a loss for Drakonia. But with the Lord's strength advancing once again, I believe that within two years, the only one capable of stepping into the Radiant Commander will be none other than the Lord himself!" Esmond said calmly."To lose a Quin-Divine Commander yet gain a Radiant Commander—this is no loss for Drakonia," he continued. Yves silently nodded in agreement. Indeed, Alfonso was nearing a century in age, while Xayne was only in his early twenties. Compared to Alfonso, Xayne's potential was immeasurable."Alfonso, I had already warned you earlier—our Lord is far from simple!" Esmond sighed and lowered his head as he looked at the barely breathing Alfonso sprawled on the ground, feeling a pang of guilt.After all, Alfonso had been a benefactor to him. But now, Esmond dared not plead for Alfonso's life, and this reluctance filled him with shame.Without Alfonso, Esmond would never have comprehended the Heaven Sword Circle. Without Alfo