The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 502 Bessie Charleston's Power

"Alright!" Quillan Inkwell waved his hand as he spoke. "Attack!"

"Understood!" The people from the three camps behind him all moved simultaneously, and their auras exploded. Among these people, the lowest cultivation level was at the Battle God realm, and their overwhelming presence enveloped the area, like a dark cloud descending.

"Attack!" Arthur and Bessie led their hundred men and women forward to confront the oncoming group. The scene descended into chaos, with blades and swords clashing, and waves of energy sweeping through the air.

"Mr Inkwell, I leave Arthur Fowler to you. I'll deal with Bessie Charleston alongside Elder Waitz." Wilmot Wainwright said before exchanging a glance with the white-haired old man and moving towards Bessie. "Alright," Quillan replied solemnly, then turned to Arthur. "Mr Fowler, it's your turn."

"The space here is too cramped. Let's find a more suitable place." Arthur suggested. In his opinion, while having more people increased the power of his 'Return to the Origins of Power,' it would be of little use against someone of Quillan's level.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at another open area, and both unleashed their powerful auras. The surrounding space seemed to lose air pressure, as if a vacuum had been created.

Quillan initiated the attack, his figure darting towards Arthur like a ghost. Violent palm winds rushed forth like a raging storm, creating whirlwinds that swept across the area. Arthur didn't stand idle either. He took a deep breath and shot forward, his palms surrounded by a faint mist. Wherever his palm winds went, the surrounding air temperature dropped significantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their attacks clashed, causing deafening explosions that echoed through the area. Within moments, a massive vortex of air formed around the two, reducing trees and rocks to dust in its wake.

On the other side, Wilmot Wainwright and the white-haired old man were already engaged in battle with Bessie. Similarly, they had chosen a different location, each channeling their full power. All three combatants were at the same level, each nearly having achieved the War God-Emperor realm.

Bessie wielded the ancient sword that had accompanied her throughout her life. As she continued to move her wrist, more than ten hundred-meter-long sword beams shot out like lightning bolts, attacking the two opponents. Wilmot Wainwright and the white-haired old man, lacking proficiency with weapons, relied on their fists and palms. Their attacks were infused with destructive energy, aimed at the sword beams Explosions echoed in the air as their attacks collided. After dozens of exchanges, it seemed that none had the upper hand. However, Bessie's aura appeared more chaotic, and her complexion grew pale. "Not bad, Mrs Charleston," Wilmot said calmly after several more rounds of exchange. "If you don't reveal your trump card, this fight will end soon."

"That will depend on whether you two are capable of forcing me to use it." Bessie replied after taking a moment to catch her breath.

"You seem quite confident in yourself." the white-haired old man said with a faint smile. "I've heard that your 'One Sword, Heaven and Earth' is ranked in the top ten on the Martial Skill Rankings. Today, I have the privilege to witness it. I hope you will live up to your reputation."

With that, he turned to Wilmot and said, "Wainwright, shall we fight together? A swift battle is in our favor."

"Agreed!" Wilmot nodded.

Next, the two of them unleashed their auras again, and each activated their most powerful techniques. Wilmot's God-Emperor's Power manifested as an enormous fist, exuding a destructive aura. With a mighty punch, he sent a fist-shaped shockwave hurtling toward Bessie Charleston.

At the same time, the white-haired old man took a few steps forward and unleashed numerous palm strikes with blinding speed. Overhead, a translucent palm could be vaguely seen, surging with energy. Inside the palm, the energy roared, and it seemed ready to break through.

"Go!" The old man said with a deep voice, and the palm-shaped shockwave sped toward Bessie with tremendous force.

Bessie had already initiated her own attack. Faced with two formidable opponents at her level, she couldn't afford to be careless and had to play her trump card. As she moved swiftly, her wrist continued to flip, and in no time, more than a dozen hundred-meter-long sword beams reappeared in the void.

"One Sword, Heaven and Earth!"

In the next moment, with a cry, the dozen sword beams merged into the illusion of an ancient sword. Immediately after, it struck out swiftly toward the attacks of the two.

Boom!

The illusionary ancient sword first pierced through Wilmot Wainwright's God-Emperor-level fist. After a loud bang, the fist instantly shattered, and Wilmot spewed out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward.

Following that, the white-haired

elder's illusory palm struck heavily

against the illusion of Bessie's

ancient sword. After the clash

After the clash with~~

Wilmot's attack, the energy of the illusionary ancient sword had

already been greatly diminished, and it couldn't withstand the

White-haired elder's attack. After a loud bang, both the illusionary ancient sword and the palm.

exploded.

In the next moment, Bessie spat out a mouthful of blood and slid back for seventy to eighty meters before coming to a stop, while the white-haired elder was pushed back about twenty to thirty steps, with a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

After a single exchange, all three of them had varying degrees of injuries.

Wilmot's injuries were the most severe; he had broken several ribs, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted, leaving him with less than a quarter of his combat strength Bessie was injured by the white-haired elder's attack and was in a grim situation. Her aura was in disarray, and at this moment, it would be difficult for her to even use the strength of a late-stage War Emperor. The white-haired elder had the mildest injuries. Although he was also injured by Bessie's sword beams, he was in better condition than her.

"Mr Wainwright, how are you?" The white-haired elder took a few steps towards Wilmot Wainwright after catching his breath.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Elder Waitz, don't worry about me, deal with her first!" Wilmot spat out another mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Then take a moment to recover yourself!" The white-haired elder nodded and turned his gaze towards Bessie.

"You truly live up to your reputation as one of the top ten martial artists on the Martial Skill Rankings. One Sword, Heaven and Earth is indeed not just empty words. If it were just me against you, I might be in a life-or-death situation by now."

"Is the technique you just used the Unbound Cloud Palm?" Bessie wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked with a deep voice.

"You're indeed well-informed, Mrs Charleston." The white-haired elder smiled faintly and acknowledged Bessie's question.

"Are you Dale Waitz, the No-Trace Wanderer?" Bessie's pupils contracted slightly as she asked.

"I didn't expect that after so many years of being absent from the martial world, you would still remember my name." The white-haired elder smiled again.

"It's really you!" Bessie took a deep breath and continued, "According to the rumors, you joined the Cerulean Abyss Institute twenty years ago. Are you here on behalf of the institute, or is this your personal action?"