The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 2239

Brook, who was only one person away from Fane, managed to barely defeat the Divine warrior in front of him, completing the battle. Practically everyone who knew Fane shot Fane a curious gaze. Why was Fane not making a move? Was he waiting for lunch?

Griffin lightly snorted, "Could it be that you’re afraid, Fane? Or are you worried you'll show your weakness in front of us? If that's the case then stop pretending to be so calm. You were acting as if you could easily defeat the Divine warrior in front of you!"

Fane narrowed his eyes, not even bothering to turn his head to look at Griffin. He could no longer be bothered to respond to all these challenges. Yet, he did not make his move merely because he was watching the other battles as well as making guesses in his mind.

His eyes twinkled as he looked at the Divine warrior in front of him. Since he did not attack, the Divine warrior assumed that Fane was still not prepared, so the Divine warrior did not make a move at Fane either.

In truth, the Divine warrior's skills were merely at the level of someone who had just stepped into the middle stage of the innate level. Compared to most of the people there, they were not that strong. Furthermore, the Divine warriors were all using the same skills.

It was merely a red-level technique. It would not even be anything of interest in third-grade clans. Almost everyone present was the elites within their clans, so the Divine warriors should not be that hard to defeat.

Yet, forty percent of them had been eliminated! The only point of explanation was what that old voice had said before. Within the Divine Void Slope, martial skills that used true energy would be suppressed. With that in mind, Fane let out a sigh.

"What are you mulling over? I can't believe you care so much about how you look." The masked man's sinister voice could once again be heard in Fane's ears.

As the Divine warrior rushed over, he pushed forward, forming eleven seals with his hands. The seals formed on the Soul Swords, and on his right and left hands were seven Soul Swords each, merging into two large swords.

Those two swords radiated gray energy as if it was an unclean smog. Fane pushed off, twisting the laws of space to the fullest, pulling away from his foe.

He retreated as he activated his Soul Sword, meeting the Divine warrior's attack. The crowd merely heard a crackling noise as the two Soul Swords clashed against the Divine warrior.

The purple glow was shattered, and in the blink of an eye, the giant Soul Sword pierced deeply into the Divine warrior. With two clicks, both the Divine warriors dispersed into thin air.