Chapter 130: Clash in the Voidlock Domain

Watcher 13's face was adorned with a cold sneer, but his eyes betrayed a newfound caution. As he deftly evaded the strikes of the sword, his fingers traced through the air, conjuring several violet rings that surrounded him protectively. The rings collided with Shingen's sword energy, producing deafening roars.

"Shingen, your sword is formidable, but I'm not so easily defeated!" Watcher 13 shouted, his voice dripping with provocation. His fingers carved complex runes in the air, which converged into a beam of light that surged toward Shingen.

Shingen's eyes narrowed. Wielding his ethereal sword, he created a diamond-shaped barrier before him. The beam struck the barrier and was unexpectedly reflected back. Watcher 13 dodged swiftly, the redirected beam crashing into the ground and leaving a deep crater.

"Tsk, what a nuisance," Watcher 13 muttered, the disdain on his face giving way to seriousness. His hands moved again, light erupting from his fingertips and forming a flowing armor-like shield around him. Fixing his gaze on Shingen, he said coldly, "Since you're so persistent, let me show you my true power!"

With that, he clapped his hands together. The light in the air condensed into a gleaming sigil, spinning as it flew toward Shingen at breakneck speed, tearing through the air.

Shingen frowned slightly and stomped his foot, cracking the ground beneath him like a spiderweb as he propelled himself backward in a blur. Lifting his sword, he carved a brilliant blue arc in the air, manifesting another diamond-shaped void barrier.

The sigil smashed into the barrier with a thunderous clash, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Shingen's arm trembled under the force, forcing him back several steps, but the barrier held firm. The sigil dimmed and eventually dissipated into nothingness.

Watcher 13's smirk grew deeper. Taking slow steps forward, he said in a mocking tone, "Impressive—blocking that strike. But that was just an appetizer. Next, I won't make it so easy for you."

Before his words finished echoing, his figure vanished, reappearing behind Shingen in a flash. A blade of light materialized in his hand, striking straight for Shingen's back.

"Clang!" The sound of steel meeting steel rang out as sparks flew. Without turning his head, Shingen deftly parried the blow with his ethereal sword and remarked coolly, "Your speed is decent, but…"

Suddenly, he thrust his sword with increased force, shoving Watcher 13's light blade away. Turning with a fluid motion, Shingen swung his sword in a graceful yet lethal arc, aiming directly at Watcher 13's chest.

"…compared to me, you're still far behind."

Watcher 13's eyes darkened slightly, though his smirk remained. With a snort, he poured more energy into his light blade, which flared brighter as he leaped to engage Shingen head-on.

The battle quickly escalated into a ferocious exchange. Shingen's ethereal sword clashed repeatedly with the light blade, each strike resounding like a thunderclap. Shockwaves tore through the battlefield, leaving deep fissures in the ground and hurling debris into the air like a storm.

Despite the fierce combat, Watcher 13's smirk lingered, as if he held all the cards. His movements were elusive, his blade as unpredictable as a venomous serpent. His piercing gaze radiated a chilling confidence that hinted at something sinister.

"Shingen, do you think you've already won?" Watcher 13's voice was icy, and a flicker of strange light glinted in his eyes.

For a brief moment, his actions paused. Then, with a sweeping motion of his blade, the surrounding space twisted as if under immense pressure.

Shingen's instincts screamed danger, but his face remained calm, his grip on the sword tightening. The energy within him surged to its peak, surrounding his sword with crackling blue light.

"What trick are you planning now?" Shingen growled, his glare sharp enough to cut through the tension.

Watcher 13's smile widened, like a puppeteer watching his marionette dance. "Soon, you'll understand just how futile your strength really is."

Summoning more light chains from the ground, Watcher 13 directed them to constrict Shingen from all sides. The chains coiled tightly, the surrounding space warping under their crushing force.

Shingen grimaced, then suddenly laughed under his breath. "Do you think you can seal me a second time?"

His ethereal sword flared blindingly bright as he let loose a surge of void energy, shattering the chains in an instant. Without hesitation, Shingen tossed his sword skyward, its blade cutting through the air at impossible angles, leaving behind a dazzling lattice of glowing slashes.

These slashes didn't merely attack—they severed the space itself, creating countless narrow "corridors" in the void. Shingen's form zipped through the passages like a streak of light, his every move accompanied by lethal sword energy that forced Watcher 13 to retreat.

Grinding his teeth, Watcher 13 summoned an especially massive chain of light and swung it toward Shingen. But Shingen didn't meet it head-on; instead, he reappeared at Watcher 13's flank and slashed at an opening with razor precision.

The chain barely intercepted the attack, but Watcher 13's composure faltered. Seizing the moment, Shingen pressed the offensive, his strikes relentless. Each collision of sword and chain lit up the battlefield like fireworks, the intensity illuminating the apocalyptic chaos of their confrontation.