This Holy Knight is So Despicable!-Chapter 711 - 617: Must Use a Cudgel to Strike Someone

Holy Sword·Sin Light is Lette's first Holy Artifact.

After forging this Holy Artifact, Lette began to delve deeply into its development.

The first Radiant Form he achieved was the Holy Light Form. To commemorate it, Lette named it the Initial Radiance.

Initial Radiance·Holy Light and Primordial Brilliance·Paper White look very similar, yet they are completely different.

Paper White is a form where all the radiance is fused into one, transforming back into a pure white state.

It is a return to simplicity, one could also say it's a True Return.

Lette named it Paper White, implying that it is like a blank piece of paper where one can freely splash ink, and it also holds infinite possibilities.

Compared to a train running on the track of Truth, Paper White is like a sheet of paper blown away by a strong wind, disappearing into the sky.

The two cannot be said to be completely unrelated; one could say they are absolutely opposed.

Gazing at the Holy Sword in Lette's hand, the Gate of Truth's newly kindled pride instantly dissipated by more than half.

But he still had absolute confidence in his Sword of Truth!

The sword edge slid, he once again unleashed several World Laws, in an instant, he was already in front of Lette, slashing at him from a very tricky angle.

Lette raised his hand to meet it with Paper White.

Only to hear a cracking sound!

Paper White, snapped in response!

Seeing Lette's weapon so vulnerable, the Gate of Truth was extremely delighted in his heart!

Indeed, I am the correct one!

No one can withstand the edge of the Sword of Truth!

Yet in the next moment, his excitement and joy froze instantly.

Because he clearly saw that what he had just cut wasn't Paper White.

Or rather, it was Paper White, just a single sheet of Paper White.

The broken white paper fell through the air, but the long sword in Lette's hand was not damaged at all.

The severed sheets bore imprints of various colorful brush strokes.

Though there were no annotations, and no one to explain, the Gate of Truth could instantly recognize it upon sight.

The meticulously scribed marks were precisely the World Laws attached to the edge of the Sword of Truth during his previous strike.

Was it nullified?

No, it clearly hit!

The Gate of Truth immediately understood the clever use of the weapon in Lette's hand!

Any attack, even a baby's gentle breath, could leave a mark on this weapon.

But these marks are meaningless, they would become paintings on paper, drifting with the breeze.

All attacks, everything touched, would transform into paper objects.

This is a real dimensional attack!

If it were against other strong beings, this would absolutely be a terrifying weapon of mass destruction.

If against him, this sword is only fit for passive defense.

Yet its defensive capability is almost unsolvable!

At least, the Gate of Truth could not immediately imagine a way to break this move!

It's infuriating! Infuriating!

The Gate of Truth was intensely resentful, he clearly had the ability to overthrow the world but was unable to demonstrate it before this man.

All his meticulously prepared tactics were ingeniously defused by the other party one by one.

It was completely like punching iron against cotton, not only failing to hurt the opponent but also easily swaying himself.

The indignant Gate of Truth struck out several attacks again, but apart from damaging a few sheets of paper, there was no effect.

No matter how novel, how complex his law combinations were, it only made the patterns on the falling pages more complicated.

Lette lightly lifted the sword tip, a page flew into his hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really unsightly."

He disdainfully crumpled it into a ball and tossed it aside, shaking his head and sighing.

"Your artwork has no soul whatsoever, it's simply a printed typeface.

Nowadays, standardized industrial products are not popular; handmade craftsmanship, artisanal creation, that's the synonym for high-end luxury."

The Gate of Truth held the sword with both hands, snidely laughing, "With all that talk, you can only be suppressed by me!

With merely that sword, you're no match for me!"

Lette shook the Paper White in his hand, with a face of puzzlement: "Otherwise? This is exactly what this sword is for.

As for how to beat you, I have other plans!"

Lette waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Stick here!"

A pitch-black fire poker whizzed from afar and fell into Lette's hand. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He placed the long stick on his shoulder and loosened his neck.

"When I fight, I generally don't like using swords. One sword stroke makes blood spurt, flesh and bones separate, too bloody.

As everyone knows, I am a peace-loving person.

Indeed, hitting others with a stick is more enjoyable."

Before the words had fallen, he had already turned into an afterimage, rushing out, raising the Final Tribulation to strike the opponent.

Previously, when Lette battled the Titan King, the Gate of Truth had tried to observe, so he naturally knew the terrifying power of this Holy Artifact.

But he wasn't afraid because he had confidence in his Sword of Truth.

No matter how powerful your Holy Artifact is, how can it rival the countless truths within my sword edge?

The Gate of Truth did not retreat or yield, raising the sword to meet it.

However, when he slashed out, Lette exploded into countless pages, enveloping him.

The sword edge of the Gate of Truth struck, touching one of them, and the power of laws on the sword edge was immediately etched onto the page.

And at this moment, within the pages behind him, Lette suddenly appeared, delivering a blow to the back of the Gate of Truth's head!

A dull thud echoed between heaven and earth.

The Gate of Truth stumbled, the constellations on his cloak scrambled into disarray.

Painful and furious, the Gate of Truth swung backhanded, expertly slicing at Lette's form.

Unexpectedly, Lette was cut in two, revealing a painting.

"How is this possible, I clearly..."

CRASH!

Before he finished speaking, his lower back was struck again with a solid blow.

Within the fluttering white papers scattered across the sky, muffled sounds of strikes continued to emanate, mingled with the Gate of Truth's impotent and enraged lament.

TWANG!

"Poof!"

Finally, the Gate of Truth's wild swinging struck Lette.

Blood spurted from his chest, the highlight in his eyes gradually faded.

"I hit! I finally hit! Ha ha ha! Yes, I hit!"

Yet in the next moment, Lette suddenly appeared behind him, delivering another solid hit with the stick!

CRASH!

The Gate of Truth's anger was mixed with a hint of confusion.

Only then did he clearly see that what he had just struck was another sheet of paper.

However, the figure on that sheet could move!

"This is called an animated image! Kid!"

Lette cheerfully extended his hand towards the opponent, "By the way, I can not only make animations, but also add sound.

They can pause, fast forward, and play at variable speeds!

If the paper is folded, naked-eye 3D can also be achieved!

Oh, you probably don't know what 3D is.

As for 3D movies? They're not made by Second Brother; they're called Third Brother movies."

"Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it!!!"

The Gate of Truth let out a piercing, angry roar; he felt Lette's contempt, which was more unbearable than being killed.

He suddenly reversed the sword edge, fiercely stabbing it into his own chest. The sword tip penetrated out, piercing through the Starry Robe.

BOOM!!!

Accompanied by a violent explosion, the humanoid form of the Gate of Truth suddenly exploded, scattering countless energies, vanishing in an instant.

Lette's expression changed; he could sense that the opponent had not disappeared, but rather merged into the entire world of Truth.

At the same time, the world's rejection grew increasingly intense.

"It seems it's time to completely resolve you!"

Lette narrowed his eyes, retrieving the final seven Magic Cards from his pocket.