The person who has surpassed the ultimate barrier of magic and martial arts has already connected his magic with the world itself, while David Clark simply hasn't reached the level of knight or surpassed it because his capacity to withstand magic is too low. In fact, the amount of magic he possesses has already far exceeded the knight level. Now, as long as he has time, his growth will be incredibly rapid, and no one will be able to predict it.

Here, the two people are talking at cross purposes, while the other two are still locked in battle.

"Do you really not want to hear what I have to say?" William Scott frowned slightly. With his current beginner knight-level magic, could he really stand against him? And he had promised those two people...

Dawson said nothing, just stared at William Scott, his eyes filled with silent heaviness. Suddenly, he swung his sword, sending a strike toward William Scott from ten paces away.

William Scott gently raised his Lingyue Sword, blocking an invisible sword wind, his hand trembling slightly.

"Do you believe me? I don't want to fight you, at least not under these circumstances. You understand, right?" Dawson said calmly.

Oh, really? Then why are you fighting so hard? William Scott thought with a bitter smile, while his instincts sensed danger.

Once again, it was a distant sword strike, but the force was not something William Scott could easily withstand at this moment. Fine, I'm afraid of you, I'll dodge, is that good enough?

"Raise the dust!" With a loud shout, Dawson's magic suddenly erupted with full force, and he quickly closed in on William Scott, his blue sword sweeping upward from below. The speed and power of this strike actually split a long crack in the ground.

William Scott swung his sword down, blocking the attack. The elegant and tranquil feeling truly lived up to the name Lingyue. As the two swords clashed, William Scott used the force of the collision to float several steps backward.

After Dawson retreated a step, he pushed off with his back leg and charged forward even faster. The blue sword in his hand turned invisible, and wherever he passed, the ground split open with countless cracks, leaving only a few patches of dust behind.

Seeing this, William Scott no longer dared to hold back. His long sword turned into a streak of sword light, leaving a mark in the air, as cold as the moon.

The two swords clashed countless times in the air, and Dawson had no idea how many strikes he had made, as his sword was moving so fast it was almost invisible. Meanwhile, William Scott had only swung once—just once.

As the two fought fiercely, changes began to unfold on David Clark's battlefield as well.

The three led by Emily Reed all sprang into action. Here they come. The five-star mage Ethan glanced coldly at the three. Do you still not understand the difference in power between levels? Very well, come on then.

Emily Reed herself knew the difference in strength between levels—it was almost impossible to make up for it with numbers. The three of them, at warrior level, could take on a hundred, but to face a mage who could take on a thousand was nearly impossible. However, now she saw a chance for victory—not because of numbers, but because...

The five-star mage Ethan stood protectively in front of David Clark, chanting a spell. Several fireballs appeared around him and shot toward the three.

So fast! He barely needed to aim. Is this the power of a mage on the same level as the commander?

Emily Reed and the other two blocked several fireballs each, and every fireball hit with the force of being rammed by a strong man. Suddenly, something unexpected happened—the three figures split into many, all rushing toward Ethan.

Yes, this was the moment. The three saw Ethan's astonishment and knew their plan had succeeded. There was only one chance. Emily Reed slashed at Ethan with her strongest attacks, trying to pin him down, while the shadow elder, as a mage, chanted a spell to seal Ethan's magic, even if only temporarily. The intelligence officer Noel used his speed to snatch someone—the young man behind Ethan.

David Clark was still in a daze, while the ordinary soldiers behind him didn't even blink before their throats were slit—a special skill of thieves, a quick-kill technique.

"Come on!" Noel grabbed David Clark and fled backward. My god, I actually managed to snatch someone right in front of the five-star mage Ethan.

"Hmph!" Ethan's magic exploded in all directions, sending the two restraining him flying. Damn, how could I have made such a mistake!

"Hmph, what? Who would've thought, even the great national mage would hold back, huh? Hahahaha—ah!" A red beam of light flashed down, targeting the foul-mouthed Noel. A huge hole blasted open in the ground, signaling that not even his bones remained.

The shadow elder turned his head away in slight sorrow, while Emily Reed remained expressionless.