The aura of death enveloped Sylvia’s heart. She never imagined that a Bronze rank priest could unleash such a sharp divine spell with a flick of his hand.
She imagined even less that the power of this divine spell would be so formidable and terrifying!
“Light Dust Flicker!”
Sylvia did not dare hesitate for a second. she hurriedly pushed the mental energy in her mind to flow to her toes.
An incandescent glow sparked at the tips of her feet. She lunged backward, her figure trailing fragments of flickering light dust as she narrowly avoided the Hammer of Holy Light.
The fierce wind kicked up by the hammerhead ruffled Sylvia’s long hair, but she had ultimately managed to evade the attack with her movement divine spell before the Hammer of Holy Light could strike her.
However, before she could even exhale, she saw the Hand of Divine Spells gripping the hammer suddenly shift its momentum. Within a second, it pivoted the hammerhead and swung it toward her once more with a thunderous roar.
“How is that possible?!”
Sylvia’s heart jolted. She stared at the Hammer of Holy Light in disbelief.
It wasn't that she didn't know the Bronze rank divine spell Hammer of Holy Light, but... since when could anyone’s Hammer of Holy Light strike twice in succession?!
And furthermore!
Why did the Hammer of Holy Light’s power increase after being gripped by the Hand of Divine Spells!
Sylvia had studied divine spells at the priest academy for so many years and had even become the academy’s chief, yet she had never seen such a divine spell combination!
A hand holding a giant hammer was indeed logical, but the Hand of Divine Spells plus the Hammer of Holy Light—which priest told you that you could do that?!
Sylvia felt her worldview being challenged. Yet, her rigorous training allowed her to make a complete response even in such a caught-off-guard moment.
Amidst a flurry of light dust, her figure retreated again as if sliding across the ground, clearing the striking range of the Hammer of Holy Light.
However, at that moment, Leon moved.
He did not rush in to fight Sylvia in melee, nor did he cast any other divine spell. His lips simply moved slightly:
“I say, this strike shall hit.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the Hammer of Holy Light, which had already exhausted its momentum, suddenly surged forward a significant distance under the blessing of some mysterious power.
This sudden forward lunge brought Sylvia, who had already escaped the striking range, back within the hammer's reach!
And the Hand of Divine Spells, which had already finished its exertion, suddenly burst forth with a surge of majestic power, gripping the hammer handle and smashing it ruthlessly toward Sylvia.
Whoosh—!
Under the immense force, the Hammer of Holy Light carried the sound of wind and thunder, looking as if lightning were attached to the hammerhead. Its momentum was unstoppable!
Sylvia completely failed to anticipate such a transformation in the Hammer of Holy Light.
Sensing the terrifying power contained within the hammer’s secondary exertion, her hair stood on end. It felt as if she were being stared down by a ferocious beast, and a chill surged from her spine to her brain.
She couldn't dodge! She couldn't escape!
In her desperation, Sylvia could only erupt with all her mental energy to condense a shimmering light screen like a water curtain in front of her.
But could it stop him?
That thought flashed through Sylvia’s mind. In the next instant, the Hammer of Holy Light smashed into the Water-Curtain Light Screen.
The light screen was like a real curtain of water. The moment the hammerhead struck, it vibrated violently and shattered, its surface turning into liquid and splashing in all directions.
Crack!
The water curtain shattered!
It failed to impede even half of the Hammer of Holy Light’s momentum before being completely pierced through!
The Hammer of Holy Light’s momentum did not wane as it smashed fiercely into Sylvia’s abdomen with the sound of the wind.
Bang!
Sylvia’s body was like a stone fired from a slingshot, flying backward abruptly as her body curled into the shape of a shrimp in mid-air.
Boom—!
She slammed violently into the light curtain barrier created by the holy relic, then was bounced off by the barrier’s reaction force.
Her figure rolled uncontrollably three times in the air before hitting the ground, skidding for four or five meters and leaving a scorch mark before finally coming to a stop.
Ding—!
The light curtain barrier produced by the holy relic emitted a crisp chime, and red beams of light shimmered across its surface.
A gentle power descended from the light curtain barrier, connecting to the now-unconscious Sylvia.
And this meant—
The battle was over; the victor had been decided!
The priests observing this scene all fell into a dead silence at this moment.
It wasn't until they saw Leon take a lollipop from his robes, tear open the wrapper, and stick it in his mouth that the crowd snapped back to their senses.
In the next second, everyone erupted into a frenzy.
“A... a one-shot?!”
“It wasn't even a minute!”
“Forget a minute, it wasn't even thirty seconds! The alchemy servants hadn't even moved, and he hardly used any divine spells! It’s already over!”
“This is a Bronze priest? You’re telling me this combat power belongs to a Bronze priest? Then what the hell am I?”
“What kind of divine spell is that? Why can the Hand of Divine Spells be paired with the Hammer of Holy Light?”
All the priests stared blankly at Leon inside the light curtain barrier, their faces filled with disbelief.
Up on the stands, the Bishops’ expressions were also filled with irrepressible shock.
One Bishop whispered to another beside him, “That was the Hand of Divine Spells and the Hammer of Holy Light, right?”
The other Bishop hesitated for a moment before saying, “It should be.”
Hearing this, the former suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
He had thought his own knowledge was lacking and that he didn't recognize those two divine spells.
After all, although that hand looked like the Hand of Divine Spells and that hammer looked like the Hammer of Holy Light, what if they weren't?
If he had misidentified them, he would have lost a lot of face!
However, even though he recognized the two spells, two mysteries still lingered in this Bishop’s heart:
First.
Since when can the Hand of Divine Spells and the Hammer of Holy Light be used in linkage like that?!
Second.
What kind of priest, in the name of the light, can be a Bronze rank and directly one-shot a Silver rank priest?!
“He’s simply a monster...”
Looking at Leon’s calm face below, this Bishop suddenly felt fortunate that he wasn't in the same year as Leon; otherwise, he would surely have been left with deep psychological trauma.
“That sudden forward lunge at the end...”
Charles did not join the other Bishops’ exclamations. Instead, he focused on the sudden forward movement of the Hammer of Holy Light just now.
When the hammer surged forward, the divine spell fluctuations—which far exceeded the Bronze rank—gave Charles a feeling that was both familiar and strange.
This feeling was just like...
“The Wish spell?”
Charles quickly dismissed the thought in his mind:
“No, that shouldn't be it.”
How could a divine spell like Wish be mastered by a Bronze priest like Leon?
Even Charles, an Archbishop whose strength had reached the Diamond rank, still could not sense the divine grace of the God of Sacred Light to learn the spell 【Prayer for the God of Sacred Light's Blessing】.
For Leon to master the Wish spell at this age and strength level was simply too sensational.
Furthermore.
Who on earth would use Wish in a combat situation like this?
That’s just reckless!
The Wish spell was a trump card to be used only in the most desperate situations to pray for the God of Sacred Light to bestow divine grace as a means of turning the tide!
Using it here was simply a waste of the God of Sacred Light’s divine grace—a complete waste of a precious gift!
...
On the other side.
“Damn, Sylvia got beaten like a dead dog!”
Aaron stood up and looked at the unconscious Sylvia, speaking those words with excitement.
The servants beside him hurriedly kept their eyes down and remained silent upon hearing this.
They didn't dare listen to the “friendly evaluations” between His Highness Aaron and the daughter of a Duke.
“I bet she’ll be crying her eyes out when she wakes up~” Aaron remarked with a shake of his head before saying enthusiastically:
“Someone, bring my soft chair to Priest Leon!”
“Only the strong are worthy of this soft chair!”
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