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Chapter 259: Cattail Fan vs Spear of Destiny

The Pauper chuckled, and rubbed his nose with a dirty hand When he pulled his hand away, he curled it in to a fist “If you keep dispersing your power like that, I won’t be so easy on you next tile step forward The motion launched him forith an intense blast of power, that screeched like an angry bird as he barreled toward Constantine

The Demon Hunter’s eyes ith amazement, and he raised the shield in his left hand just in tiolden aura spread out around him coalesced, shrunk, until he looked like he was a statuewith it also vanished

“Boom—!”

Onlookers clearly saw the iht

The Pauper’s fist connected with the shield Constantine was forced back a step, and his aura shuddered fro ain Constantine was pushed back

Seven times this happened, and seven tiolden shield To the untrained eye they looked like sies in the golden aura of the defender

Where those seven strikes really all the same? In fact, they were not – there was a distinct and unique power behind every one

Constantine blocked each with his shield, but used different defensivepushed back

As they looked on, suddenly the beggar’s forrew opaque – like an illusion Where els, now their heads buzzed with the sound of Buddhist chants Where a vision of majestic mountains had appeared behind Constantine, a resplendent Buddha shie radiated a sense of soleht shot out from him in every direction The ione, replaced by a look of pious devotion His fist unfurled, and using just his palan to slap at Constantine’s shield Each one struck with the force of an explosions, and rang against the golden shield like as though he’d struck a great bell

The shieldas one after the other the staggering palm strike were pushed aside But each tiht, and each side had dispatched an unknown soldier to represent the power of theirstill, was the fact this dirty ! Another strike froether in a devout display, and a pious aura flooded the arena The radiant Buddha at his back also changed, with his cal a peaceful s with hard eyes, muttered as the sensations washed over theon”

“Arhat of the what?” Lan Jue shot her a curious look “What in the world is this guy’s Discipline?”

“The Western transfer and reception of the Western religious powers are done through medicines and other procedures,” the Pharmacist explained “As it turns out, our own Alliance possesses similar Disciplines, but are hereditary The Pauper appears to have the Arhat of the Descending Dragon bloodline It’s one I’ between the three alliances seems harmless, and the spread of Disciplines and ability seems fair, but it isn’t I had no idea that the Pauper had such ability, and that he was here in Skyfire Avenue You see, the Arhat’s powers are derived from the Buddhist faith The Pontiff’s Citadel, meanwhile, has its roots in old world Christianity You could say this fight in really a battle of two faiths The difference is the Pauper’s powers are entirely obtained froained fro, and pharrows quickly, but has its liered away fro more than a dozen steps, Constantine finally found solid footing Spider-webbed cracks and scores of dents dotted his shield

The Pauper spreads his ar?”

Constantine hadn’t yet given up, despite his inferior position On the contrary, his eyes burned with deterht, then disappeared Lifting his right hand above his head, the Demon Hunter curled it in to a fist

In a flash, a spear appeared in his grip The massive weapon stretched over seven meters 1 With its appearance, the whole of the Arena was bathed in a strange glow It was like the special pocket the Arena was built in was struggling to sustain thea brow “So the Pontiff’s Castle has given you the Spear of Destiny 2 So generous! It’s no wonder you refuse to give in Very well then, we’ll continue”

As he spoke, the Pauper waved a hand through the air There was a flash of golden light, and suddenly he, too, bore a weapon

It was a cattail leaf fan, patched and torn By the look of it, flapping it through the air would be enough to reduce it to splinters 3

The Pauper laughed gently, and with an alesture waved the fan toward Constantine

As the fan e occurred The reality they existed within, having been destabilized by the Spear’s appearance, settled down and returned to normal The Pauper swayed on his feet like a drunk man, and suddenly there were six ures raced forward, dashing in zig-zag patterns at their target They surrounded Constantine

The Pontiff’s secret weapon stood, un, with spear in hand as the Paupers approached Once they had, he lashed out with the spear – but his objective wasn’t the seven griars

Where the tip of the spear ended, a small black dot appeared in the air As Constantine retracted the weapon, the dot becaan to draw everything toward

However, in the saht appeared all around thees vanished, and in their place appeared a giant hand reaching forth frorasped at the head of the spear The raggedy fan, appearing without foundation froain The power it released sent Constantine flying

“Bang!” Constantine’s body slah force to break bone

The ain revealed hi the fan back and forth in front of his face The Spear of Destiny was suspended in midair between them