Sousa and Qianye seemed contemplative after the fight, but the others weren’t idle.

Nighteye’s sword radiance spread out once again, only to be blocked by the Wall of Sighs. Brock stared at her, saying, “I’m your opponent.”

“You?”

“Correct. Even with a holy weapon, you’re not a grand duke just yet.” Brock pointed forward gently, producing several walls that blocked the incoming attack.

The demonkin duke stood in the air with one hand behind his back, only using the other to fight. A wall would appear with a mere pointing of his finger, which then would move and slash as he swung his arm.

As an ability that was close to the level of a great dark monarch, the wall of sighs had undergone variations in Brock’s hands. It could turn into a thick square for defense or a paper-thin sheet that could fly out and attack. This had exceeded the Jeruson family’s traditionally defensive strategies, showing signs of combining both offense and defense.

Awakening Dream’s attacks used to be indefensible, but they were greatly weakened after passing through the...