Chapter 1141: Celestial Magic Level Ten

The clash between Rakumtatak and the beggar unfolded like a tempest, each movement a dance of deadly precision. The beggar moved with otherworldly grace, sidestepping and parrying Rakumtatak's attacks with an eerie calmness. The onlookers were captivated by the display of swordsmanship and agility, their eyes following the swift exchanges that painted the air with trails of deadly intent.

Rakumtatak, despite his brute strength, found himself confounded by the beggar's elusive maneuvers. Frustration crept into his expression, and he unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes, attempting to overwhelm the beggar with sheer force. However, the beggar remained elusive, almost as if he could predict every move before it happened.