Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 810: The Final Duel (Part 1)

The present Xia Yu cannot see her own appearance. If a mirror were placed before her now, she would be surprised to discover not only the electric light swirling around her, but even her eyes within her sockets emitting a captivating blue electric glow.

Looking at the woman Bedivere, who resembled a deity more than someone constructed by the power of people's faith, Xia Yu watched her extract the longsword embedded in the soil with a smile and said: "Now this battle is getting interesting."

"Honorable knight, your restraint between your two moves has demonstrated your grace, but this is, after all, a contest and my teammates are still fighting. I will continue to give my all in battle; if I fail to stop at a critical moment, I hope you will understand." Xia Yu didn't find Bedivere's request for her allies to stop fighting and to duel with her one-on-one obsolete, and expressed her stance at this moment.

"Understanding? You don't need me to understand anything, just like you made the decision to fight with all your might, that is also my choice! Every adult must be responsible for their choices, especially since I'm a knight. Even if this battle results in a defeat turned victory, I will not regret it, and you need not feel guilty about it." With that, Bedivere stepped forward bent over slightly, raised the longsword with both hands and asked with a smile: "But can you do it?"

"Then let's see!" Xia Yu raised her arm, and a bolt of lightning surged from her fingertips, which was the electromagnetic power Pei Yan longed to possess according to Lin Junzhao!

Although Pei Yan could use electromagnetic cannon technology, it wasn't due to a supernatural transformation. Moreover, the power of the electromagnetic cannon is limited by the weapon, whereas her own awakened power can be controlled freely as long as there is enough source energy.

"Electromagnetic Slash!" Suddenly adopting the persona of a youthful zealot upon acquiring new abilities, Xia Yu named her new skill with a self-proclaimed cool name, transforming herself like a cannon sister by releasing a massive amount of electricity all over her body. Hundreds of iron swords suspended around her body were covered by this current, and under Xia Yu's command, they transformed into flying swords racing towards Bedivere.

As the flying swords approached like lightning slashing through the sky, accompanied by the sound of thunder and wind, Bedivere initially tried to block them with the longsword in his hand. But when he saw the longsword in his hold get snapped, and felt a tingling sensation in his wrist, he abandoned this action, choosing instead to sacrifice the longsword, moving back and forth on the ground. Every step he took automatically raised a soil wall before him, offering resistance and delaying Xia Yu's offensive. Simultaneously, as the longsword shattered the soil walls, the resulting stone fragments forever counterattacked the airborne Xia Yu under his control.

Facing the chaotic counterattack of the rubble, Xia Yu appeared at ease, merely waving her hand and commanding repulsion, causing all incoming stones to turn into dust. Observing Bedivere, still having the strength to resist on the ground, Xia Yu frowned tightly. "Since simple electromagnetic swords can't make you flustered, then try this move!"

This time, Xia Yu deliberately reduced the number of flying swords in control. Concentrating wholly, the dozen or so swords around her were individually imbued with gravitational and electromagnetic forces. Under the influence of these two powers, the iron swords refined by Xia Yu, ordinarily mundane, seemed on the brink of collapse, and Xia Yu hurriedly threw them all at Bedivere before they disintegrated spontaneously.

This time the flying swords, almost immediately after launching, escaped Xia Yu's control, transforming into streaks that vanished from her sight with a sound of tearing through the air. Almost simultaneously, the ground echoed with successive explosions. Each sword was like a heavy cannon causing explosions while creating huge pits on the ground and shaking the earth, causing dust to fly.

For the two spectating Jiaheris on the sidelines this time, their playful expression was replaced by worry that welled up in their brows. If the earlier Xia Yu was seen by them as merely an inexperienced warrior with notable control abilities for chaotic combat and barely adequate melee skills, the current Xia Yu had evolved into a competent close combat mage, capable of advancing aggressively or retreating defensively. She combined powerful long-range destruction with bizarre control methods, and relying solely on the blessings of the Divine Gift Skill is no longer enough to deal with such attacks.

Bedivere must reveal his trump card!

No sooner had the dust settled than the tall figure reappeared in everyone's sight. This time he was no longer as relaxed and free-spirited as earlier in the battle, with his armor shattered mostly and his body covered with wounds from the disintegration of flying swords. The gashes revealed muscle turning outward yet without bleeding, instead emitting radiant light under which the wounds began a self-healing process.

"I didn't expect you to become so strong after advancement, practically like a different person!" Bedivere rubbed his shoulder, gazing at Xia Yu in the sky like a deity, smiled bitterly and said: "This fight is likely to end in my defeat, but simply conceding is not my wish. Young lady, the next battle I will try to claim victory using an almost shameless approach, and if you lose because of it, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu did not reply but instead assumed a combat stance as a form of response. Witnessing this, Bedivere placed his hand on his chest and whispered: "Old buddy, it's time for us to fight side by side again, Sacred Armor Possession!"

As soon as the words fell, Bedivere's body became enveloped by a ray of light descending from above. As the halo gradually dissipated, a fully armed Bedivere reappeared before Xia Yu. His armor no longer gleamed as it had been rumored previously, designed purely for combat leaving not even a trace of decorative patterns. Despite rough forging unable to produce a smooth and lustrous surface, this seemingly rugged and even shabby armor, when worn by Bedivere, made Xia Yu feel an even stronger sense of crisis than before.

Caressing the armor, Bedivere couldn't help but feel somewhat melancholy. Although the armor draped on him still communicated with his mind, providing a highly familiar sensation, it's still not the one he used to wear fighting hardship and slashing thorns—the real armor now being displayed like a relic in the church. He might never have the chance in this life to wear it in battle again.

"Despite being dead for so many years, I still get sentimental easily. Truly, I am a fragile person!" Bedivere shook his head in self-mockery, buttoned his helmet, raised the longsword in his hand towards the airborne Xia Yu and declared: "Let's go!"