Chapter 972: Chapter 733 Slightly Powerful Nim
Clang!
A metallic collision rang out as Nim’s greatsword struck Ora’s battle axe handle and sent it flying. The same greatsword then slashed across Ora’s chest, carving a deep wound into his breastplate and leaving a bloody mark on his skin. However, it was evident that Nim had held back his strength, not intending to deliver a fatal blow.
"Next," Nim turned around, addressing someone behind him instead of looking at Ora.
Ora’s face flushed with embarrassment. Though he wanted to argue a few words, he ultimately remained silent. Meanwhile, Nim’s heart was pounding with excitement.
I’m so cool! I’m ridiculously cool! At that moment, these words were all that occupied Nim’s mind!
This was Long Yi’s signature move: turning his back and completely ignoring the vanquished foe, leaving the adversary wallowing in shame and without the slightest desire to attack again.
In the end, Ora didn’t continue his assault. He had already used all his techniques, but still couldn’t defeat Nim. He was a legendary warrior, not one to sneak attack from behind. Thus, Ora could only silently pick up his battle axe and store it back into his private space.
"Hmph, LaO, you’re too weak!" The person opposite Nim drew a dagger, then looking at Nim said, "You don’t need to know my name because beating a weak opponent like you isn’t worth boasting about. On the contrary, losing to me will become a valuable experience for your future. Unfortunately, by choosing to oppose Prince Sajia, I must tell you that your future ends here!"
Nim propped his greatsword on his shoulder, "You don’t seem like a warrior, you’re more like a poet. If your strength was even half as great as your bluster, I might actually lose to you."
Upon hearing Nim’s words, the opponent flew into a rage, the dagger trembling slightly before a thin arc of light shot out. Nim parried with his sword, and the light arc struck the blade with a clear chime, leaving a tiny slash mark!
Nim immediately stopped smiling and became tense, ready to defend. It was clear that his foe specialized in swift and precise strikes, concentrating powerful force into fine threads, resulting in formidable power.
This sensation was just like the mosquitos of the Human Realm!
They too were characterized by speed and deadly precision. The mosquitos had perfected this technique to an extreme, and the only thing they lacked compared to the person before him was absolute Fighting Aura power.
But Nim was not lacking in that department!
Back then, to train and adapt to his Light Wings, Nim had reached out to various individuals for guidance, mosquitos included. With their terrifying speed and lethality, they had given Nim a hard time.
Having been schooled by the mosquitos, Nim now faced this swift enemy without fear. His opponent’s movements were minimal, and they kept releasing thin arcs of light, but Nim accurately blocked each attack, despite his greatsword accumulating more and more scars.
After several exchanges, seeing Nim’s greatsword covered in scratches, the foe sneered and with a shout dashed forward, leaving afterimages. Nim’s greatsword shattered in an instant, but he had already retreated to a safe distance.
Seeing Nim unarmed, the adversary didn’t hesitate and sped up even more, the tip of the dagger quivering with cold light!
Clang!
The tip of the dagger was blocked by another greatsword!
"You’re not..." the foe exclaimed in surprise.
Nim just grinned, "Who told you I only had one sword?"
Fighting Aura flared, the red glow of his wings dazzling and brilliant, the greatsword carrying an astonishing force that sent his opponent flying.
The truth is, this is what habitual thinking gets you. The Heaven Realm is relatively peaceful. Especially those legendary warriors, who usually serve as noble guardians, rarely have the chance to fight, and definitely don’t prepare a plethora of weapons in their private space. But Nim was different. Having fought countless times in both the Human Realm and the Heaven Realm, he knew one thing for certain in battle.
That is to always have extra weapons at hand.
In this multiverse, even items made by Giants can break, so how much more likely were the weapons of lesser races to fail? Once a weapon is damaged in battle, your combat effectiveness could plummet. The easiest solution was to honestly pack your private space with weapons.
This lesson was taught by Long Yi; hence Nim’s private space was filled mostly with an assortment of food and weapons.
For some reason, Nim thought a private space packed with food and weapons was absolutely awesome.
Having repelled his foe, Nim wielded his sword doubly, shifting from defense to offense. The mosquito had once told him, when facing speed-based enemies, never to remain on the defensive. Speed-based warriors loved to pressure their opponents into defending, looking for openings within their guard. If you attack proactively, the disparity in sheer power forces your opponent to make significant evasive maneuvers, increasing their chances of making a mistake far above yours, a gainful trade no matter how you look at it.
So Nim took the offensive, his movements swift and varied, the red Fighting Aura and his Light Wings painting the surroundings a bloody red. As predicted, the foe kept dodging under Nim’s pressure, and compared to the mosquito, his vulnerabilities were far too many!
"Stop right there!" Two arcs of red light, one after the other, were launched. The foe instinctively dodged the first, only to be struck head-on by the second. Raising the hand to block, the tiny dagger couldn’t stop Nim’s full-powered strike. The dagger was knocked away, the breastplate shattered, and the person was sent reeling back several steps before crashing against a wall.
By this time, due to the continuous commotion of battle, some onlookers had already gathered around.
The legendary warrior in the sky realized that if this continued, it would inevitably be disadvantageous for him.
"Stop wasting time! Attack together! I’ll hold him down!"
As he spoke, the figure in the sky ejected countless runes from within his two Light Wings, which interconnected to form a strange magic. Below, the defeated Ora and another rushed up simultaneously. It was evident that Ora didn’t want to bully with numbers, but he had to follow orders.
The strange magic landed on Nim, who immediately felt stiff in his movements, unable to continue transforming the Power of Light within him into Fighting Aura! Consequently, his Light Wings also extinguished!
Ora rushed over, his axe handle smashing heavily into Nim’s neck, causing Nim to faint on the spot.
"Let’s go!"
An Array emerged, and the three of them disappeared with the unconscious Nim.
Meanwhile, a group of Celestial Clan warriors descended rapidly!
"There are traces of unauthorized teleportation magic here! Analyze the teleportation location immediately!" the commander shouted, while he approached the bystanders to inquire about the situation. Upon hearing that three legendary warriors had forcibly taken away Elsa’s guard Nim, the man’s forehead suddenly broke out in sweat.
"This is a serious problem," the man muttered to himself.
At this time, Elsa was not within the Imperial City; she was still in the old Imperial City, conducting experiments with the Ghost Spirits. Despite their extreme brutality, the more she delved into studying them, the more intriguing she found them. Thus, after the last war with the Ghost Spirits, Elsa often stayed here to conduct research, puzzled about why the gods would create such life forms as Ghost Spirits. She pondered why gods, generally understood to be loving towards all beings, would create life forms that feed on devouring other lives.
When it comes to loving all beings, perhaps the Giants are the true embodiment of this love?
Thinking of Giants, Elsa’s mind inevitably went to Long Yi.
And with Long Yi on her mind, Elsa began to daydream.
She didn’t know how long she had been lost in thought before she faintly heard someone calling for help outside. Hurrying out, she saw Selena standing among a crowd of Ghost Spirits, her face drained of color. However, the Ghost Spirits had no intention of attacking; they simply looked at Selena with curiosity.
"Sister, what are you doing here?" Elsa asked with great bewilderment, knowing Selena’s severe fear of Ghost Spirits. Although Elsa had assured Selena that the current Ghost Spirits were absolutely safe and had no intentions of attacking, Selena had never come close to this place.
"Because I’m afraid that once you go back, you might turn the whole Imperial City upside down," Selena said, her complexion improving slightly upon seeing Elsa.
"Why would I turn the Imperial City upside down?" Elsa countered.
"Because just now, three legendary warriors have abducted Nim on the street," Selena said.
"Let me guess, it was Sajia, wasn’t it?" Elsa inquired.
"I haven’t confirmed it, but I can’t think of anyone else," Selena nodded.
"Great, our dear First Prince really doesn’t like sitting idle at all," Elsa said with a slight smile, and in an instant, she disappeared from her spot!
"That wasn’t teleportation? Was it energy conversion?" Selena exclaimed, sensing the traces of energy in the surrounding air. However, her astonishment was quickly discarded as the curious Ghost Spirits around her demanded all her attention.
At that moment, Nim was being held in an extremely secret prison, designed to isolate all forms of energy. With relatively simple shackles fixed to the wall and no Fighting Aura to shatter them, Nim had no way of breaking free.
Sajia sat opposite Nim, with the three legendary warriors who had just kidnapped him standing behind.
"Nim, tell me, how did I usually treat you when you were by my side?" Sajia asked.
"No special favors, nor significant reliance. But maybe because I was tight-lipped, some things weren’t kept from me," Nim answered with a bitter smile.
"Good! You know I never kept my secrets from you, so did you tell Elsa my secrets?" Sajia slammed his hand on the table, making accusations first.
"You are wronging me, Your Highness the First Prince. In fact, Princess Elsa has never been interested in your secrets. Since I started following her, she has never once asked about you. I once asked her, ’Aren’t you curious about what the First Prince has done?’ Guess how she answered? She told me she had no interest whatsoever. No matter what you have done, it has nothing to do with her,"
Nim responded confidently. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
