243 End of the Second Last Trial!

Clang!

The garish, ostentatious sound of two swords clashing with each other echoed throughout the chamber as the sharp, gigantic, and divinely solid line of absolute sharpness, better known as Songless Night, chopped the incomparably powerful mountain in two halves.

The spectator's eyes widened to the size of saucers; excitement and joy were vivid in them.

On the other hand, a sense of disbelief washed over Roy's opponent.

"Just how…?!" Tevenlor felt the ground slipping from under his feet as he couldn't believe that the skill he had perfected over hundreds of years was cut down so easily by a young man, not even 20 years old!

…

Both halves of it were equal to each other in terms of length and width.

Moving as swiftly as a fierce gale, Roy passed through them

Whoosh!

Then… he and his newest ultimate could be seen rushing towards Tevenlor.

Boom!

The two halves of the mountain crashed-landed dozens of meters behind them and exploded.