Chapter 965: Chapter 545: Deep Diving Shaman
Amanda’s pretended profundity made Sela a bit displeased, but mastering information advantage for profit was the Romani’s tool for survival, so she didn’t react much.
Watching her reaction, Amanda suddenly felt a bit sorry for Sela, as she knew nothing about Hamlet.
If she were to learn that Hamlet was not inferior to Baldwin along with two others, and there was a crowd stronger than her, all willingly driven by the Lord, one wonders if she’d regret her previous attitude towards the Lord.
But this was better; Amanda knew clearly that she caught Lance’s eye because he needed someone to deal with these Romani, and only if these fools displayed enough distaste, could she appear reliable...
Baldwin’s reckless slaughter wasn’t without cost; unlike Amanda’s agile style, he met challenges head-on.
During this process, weapons fell upon him from the Fishmen too, but his gear was exceptional, deflecting most of the damage. Even when damage was caused, it was obliterated by the Mendicant Monk’s saturation healing.
It’s fair to say Baldwin’s entry into the battlefield immediately addressed the Church duo’s shortcomings, Warrior, Priest, Tank, the golden triangle, reconnecting the severed leg with a "snap".
Baldwin’s intervention brought fear to the Fishmen; they weren’t crazed heretics, they possessed their own will, and naturally, emotions arose.
Even under such circumstances, not all Fishmen warriors were powerless to fight.
Blades collided, but Baldwin’s swinging action was blocked, abruptly halting the slaughter.
Even Baldwin found this curious, looking towards the newcomer.
A Fishmen warrior with a more burly figure stood there, its scales a deep cyan, bearing countless marks from battles with unknown enemies, exuding a fierce sensation simply at first glance.
The weapon opposing the broken sword was no longer any rusty tool but a finely crafted knife.
The shape resembled a pirate’s sailor knife with a shell-shaped guard, forged from an unknown metal presenting a dark gold luster, astonishingly without rust or marine life like barnacles clinging to it.
Whether it was the magical metal or the power it possessed, it was clearly an Extraordinary Weapon.
Only the Fishmen Champion was worthy of wielding such a weapon.
Their eyes met brief momentarily, Baldwin showed no sign of stopping, grasping the sword handle with both hands, leaning forward aggressively.
Feeling the recoil from the collision, it was clear the Fishman Sword Saint didn’t match Baldwin in strength, but fights weren’t solely about power; or else why not hold an arm-wrestling competition?
Real combat had just started, continuous clashes of blades erupted between them, both sensing the other’s difficulty.
The duel between two Sword Saints wasn’t something ordinary people could interfere with; even other Fishmen consciously kept a distance, driven by a certain force, they renewed their attack.
The previously eased battlefield tore apart again, and similarly, the battle between Baldwin and the Fishmen Champion entered a feverish intensity.
Baldwin’s broken sword had overwhelming force, yet the Fishman didn’t meet it head-on, countering with agile maneuvers and faster knife techniques.
Strangely, the Fishmen Champion’s strength elevated during this process, making the matchup momentarily appear evenly matched.
This was due to Baldwin’s initial slaughter depleting his stamina, but more directly the Fishmen Spellcasters intervened in their battle.
Another collision, both sides slightly widened their positions; not everyone could be tireless like Lance, even Legendary Champions required brief adjustment before exertion.
Yet on the battlefield, Baldwin wasn’t fighting alone, nor was the Mendicant Monk a rigid Knight bound by a ridiculous duel.
The Monk noticed the shifting sea power, capturing this precious moment, immediately raising his Magic Wand, unleashing a beam of light towards the Fishmen Champion.
This Light of Judgment, if not fatal, would leave one crippled; the scorching faith could burn away any demonic power.
Yet at this moment, the Fishman Sword Saint’s scales unexpectedly resonated with spiritual essence, triggered a rippling shield encasing the body, repelling that flash.
Certainly not simple, seemingly hard to determine victory quickly.
Baldwin’s foundation was unmatched by an Aberrant Demon Champion, your scale armor is Extraordinary Equipment, do you think I lack the same?
Immediately, he assumed a stance, triggering the concealed power within, and his broken sword emitted spiritual flame-like light.
Raging power surged within, offering the Fishman Sword Saint no time to react further as he struck out.
His body liberated from leprosy constraints, as a Legendary powerhouse, Baldwin didn’t risk errors from obscured vision.
In the next instant, the broken sword descended upon the knife hurriedly raised by the Fishman Sword Saint, causing the Fishman’s frog legs, already unsteady on land, to stagger under the massive force.
Had it not held firmly, the knife might have been dropped.
But in a high-stakes duel, even a brief lapse was fatal, as anticipated, Baldwin’s next sword stroke drew blood.
The heavy sword blade fell against the scales; perhaps the previous activation consumed the spiritual essence, directly leading to armor penetration and cutting a wound.
