Klein looked down again, but could no longer see the strange candle wrapped in something like human skin in his hand, yet a faint sweet scent lingered at the tip of his nose.
Ignoring Archbishop
With the appearance of the flame, the blood on the floor quickly vanished, and the messy church hall became tidy again.
The giant-like Utravsky slowly rose, looked down at Klein, and said with a twisted face: "Still no effect..."
"No wonder you dared to take this commission."
"But this is your misfortune. I didn't intend to kill you originally."
As he spoke, the candle flames on both sides of the church flickered distinctly. The entire hall suddenly brightened, but it was soft and not intense, like the light of dawn at the end of night.
Invisible spirits rapidly faded away. Klein said nothing more, dropped the match, puffed his cheeks, and imitated a sound: "Bang!"
An invisible air bullet shot out and struck Archbishop Utravsky's chest heavily, producing a crisp echoing sound. But the "giant" archbishop had at some point donned a full suit of silvery-white armor covering his entire body — gauntlets, breastplate, crowned helmet, and so on.
At this moment, the silvery-white "metal" on his chest showed spiderweb-like cracks, but it did not break completely and was even slowly recovering.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Klein continuously made sounds, creating two consecutive air bullets that still flew toward the enemy's chest, trying to break through the defense there with continuous strikes.
However, he saw that Archbishop Utravsky now held a heavy, broad greatsword that seemed condensed from light. He dexterously blocked the two air bullets with it, the clanging sounds almost merging into one.
Clang!
Utravsky took only one step forward, causing the church to seem to shake. At the same time, his two-handed greatsword came crashing down from above at Klein, as if to shatter the building.
Before the sword even arrived, the wind it stirred up nearly made Klein lose his balance.
Terrifying power! With that thought flashing through his mind, Klein skillfully leaped to the side, bending low and curling up, ready to roll.
Bang!
Utravsky's two-handed greatsword struck the ground, shattering the flagstones, and cracks spread rapidly in all directions.
Screech! He dragged the greatsword along the ground, changing from a vertical cleave to a horizontal sweep, creating a trail of sparks.
This move was precisely for opponents who liked to roll!
Just as Klein was about to land, an image of himself being hit by the horizontal sweep flashed in his mind. He quickly swung his arm, extended his palm, lightly pushed off, and leaped into the air again.
Whoosh! The strong wind scattered the dust on the ground, and the terrible greatsword swept away nearby chairs.
Before Klein could counterattack, the "giant" archbishop's attacks came right on the heels, without any pause.
One sword, two swords, three swords... five swords, six swords, seven swords... Utravsky seemed to have boundless stamina, and his unceasing storm-like attacks continued for dozens of seconds.
Vertical cleaves, diagonal slashes, horizontal sweeps, straight thrusts, blunt strikes — he used the simplest swordsmanship to demonstrate what was most effective and reasonable, and the damage range of the two-handed greatsword reached terrifying proportions.
Klein jumped, rolled, and ran, but found no opportunity to use his abilities. He appeared wretched and in dire peril. Had he not dropped matches in different corners of the church beforehand, and had some candles not remained lit on both sides, allowing him to "flash" (teleport), he might have been beheaded already.
Truly an extraordinary profession renowned for combat prowess! Not a single mistake, no weak points... Klein did not panic. In the midst of rolling and evading, he kept looking for gaps in the enemy's defense, waiting for the other's attacks to slow down.
Finally, he discovered a problem in Utravsky's swordsmanship.
That was that the two-handed greatsword was too long and too large, having an obvious flaw in close-quarters combat!
With that thought, Klein took advantage of the greatsword's vertical cleave. He first rolled forward left, then pushed off with his hand and quickly rolled between Utravsky's legs.
As a "half-giant" over two meters twenty tall, Utravsky's legs were spread fairly wide even when standing normally, and his silvery-white groin guard was clearly visible.
Once there, Klein's left hand reached into his pocket to pull out a strip of paper, intending to turn it into a hard, sharp cane and thrust it up into the gap on the side of the enemy's groin guard, into the "giant" archbishop's body!
This would be a fatal strike!
But just then, a chill ran through his heart. An image appeared in his mind of the greatsword thrusting downward, erupting with infinite light, and forming a terrifying storm that engulfed him.
A trap! Utravsky's trap! Without hesitation, Klein pushed with his right hand, leaped forward, passed through the gap between the "giant" archbishop's legs, and jumped behind him.
Just as he did this, Utravsky had already grabbed the sword hilt with both hands, bent his back, and thrust the greatsword straight down into the stone slab in front of him.
With a cracking sound, patches of dawn-like dots surged from the blade, turning into a hurricane that swept everything around.
Silently, the stone slab where Klein had been vanished, and the soil beneath was reduced by nearly ten centimeters. The silvery-white armor on Utravsky's legs and groin was also damaged, shattering inch by inch, exposing skin.
His trap was to exchange his own injury for the enemy's destruction.
At this moment, Klein, who had leaped behind Archbishop Utravsky, finally found an opportunity to counterattack. He forcibly twisted his body in midair, puffed his cheeks, and imitated a gunshot at the back of the enemy's head: "Bang!"
"Bang!"
The two air bullets consecutively hit Utravsky's back of the head. First, they cracked the silvery-white metal there, then shattered it, exposing an unprotected area.
As Klein was about to deliver the fatal blow, Utravsky suddenly straightened up, twisted his back, and viciously swung the two-handed greatsword backward.
The speed was so fast and the attack so fierce that Klein seemed unable to dodge. But he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and raised it just in time to block in front of him.