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The crimson lightsaber slashed across the ground, leaving a fiery red mark that seemed to distort the air itself, creating a suffocating heatwave.

Skywalker held two lightsabers and assumed the starting stance of the Seventh Lightsaber Fighting Style, an extremely aggressive combat posture. His muscles and nerves were taut, ready to unleash astonishing power at any moment.

His two lightsabers, one blue and one red, clashed and collided in mid-air, their light dazzling under the power of the Force.

Obi-Wan and Anakin witnessed this scene, and their faces turned extremely grim. They knew that the battle that followed would be exceptionally difficult; it was a life-or-death struggle with no way out.

The seventh type of lightsaber combat style is a fighting style dominated by a crazy and fierce offensive. It almost abandons defense and suppresses the opponent with powerful firepower, making it difficult for the opponent to resist. It is like a merciless storm that sweeps everything away.

This fighting style was taken to its extreme by Skywalker; every swing of his sword was full of destructive power, as if each sword contained the power to destroy everything.

Now, Skywalker's starting stance with two lightsabers, one blue and one red, has taken the offensive power of the Seventh Lightsaber Fighting Style to a whole new level. His figure on the battlefield is like an insurmountable red storm, making his opponents feel an immense sense of pressure, as if they are facing not a person, but a destructive force.

"Anakin, we're in trouble." Obi-Wan gripped his lightsaber tightly, his resolve to take down Skywalker hardened. A barely perceptible tension flickered in his voice, but his eyes remained unwavering.

“I see it, Master.” Anakin stared intently at Skywalker’s crimson lightsaber, a nameless fear rising within him. He swallowed hard, trying to calm himself, but his hand gripped the lightsaber tightly, ready for the impending battle.

“Whatever your purpose, you will not succeed, Sith.” Obi-Wan’s voice carried a rare hint of anger. His words were filled with a warning to Skywalker and a determination to fight. His eyes were like swords, aimed straight at Skywalker’s heart.

Anakin charged ahead, wielding his lightsaber and fiercely attacking Skywalker. His movements were swift and powerful, attempting to break through Skywalker's defenses. Each of his attacks was filled with strength and determination.

Obi-Wan Kenobi followed closely behind. In order to protect his apprentice and eliminate the immediate threat, he constantly adjusted his position to relieve Anakin's pressure in the best possible way.

However, Skywalker's attacks were relentless, and most of his moves deviated from the conventional routines of the Seventh Type lightsaber fighting style. His swordsmanship became more unpredictable and deadly, like an endless nightmare from which no one could escape.

Faced with Skywalker's offensive, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker constantly adjusted their positions to cope. They knew that the slightest carelessness would lead them into Skywalker's trap. This was a contest of wits and strength, and there was no room for complacency.

Faced with Skywalker's onslaught, Anakin was forced to switch to the third form of lightsaber combat, even though he was not good at this style of fighting. Under Skywalker's relentless attacks, Anakin had no other choice.

Anakin, who was not skilled in the third form of lightsaber combat, quickly revealed a weakness. Obi-Wan, who was exhausted, failed to stop him in time. His reaction was a step too slow, and this slight difference made the situation extremely dangerous, like a mistake on the edge of a cliff.

The crimson lightsaber slashed again, severing Anakin's right arm cleanly at the root. The smell of roasted meat wafted out as he collapsed to the ground in agony. The scales of the battle had tipped, as if the scales of fate had mercilessly tilted in favor of Skywalker.

Obi-Wan immediately steered the battlefield away from Anakin to prevent Skywalker from finishing him off and to ensure Padmé could heal Anakin once they were away.

Skywalker sensed Obi-Wan's intentions but ignored them; Obi-Wan wasn't there to kill him this time.

Obi-Wan nimbly dodged to the side, and Skywalker's lightning-fast lightsaber attacks missed their mark.

He leaped backward, creating some distance between himself and Skywalker. At the same time, he focused his mind and used the Force to create a sandstorm, forming a sand wall between the two of them.

With sand and dust obstructing visibility, Obi-Wan breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that this would temporarily halt Skywalker's pursuit.

However, before he could catch his breath, a scarlet light suddenly shot out from the sand and dust, like a deadly bolt of lightning, hurtling straight toward Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan Kenobi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately ducked, narrowly avoiding the attack. His heart pounded, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

When he looked up at the sandstorm again, he saw Skywalker's figure slowly emerging from the sandstorm like a ghost.

The appearance of Skywalker was like a demon emerging from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

His hand was pointed directly at Obi-Wan, giving Obi-Wan a sense of foreboding.

Just then, the crimson lightsaber, as if enchanted, spun through the air and flew toward Skywalker.

Obi-Wan immediately turned around, gripped his lightsaber, and barely managed to block the attack.

Skywalker caught the lightsaber steadily, then raised both lightsabers simultaneously, crossing them above his head.

Standing to the side, Kirsaji witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of déjà vu.

Her eyes widened, and she muttered to herself, "This... isn't this the Demon Mode from Azure Star?"

As expected, after receiving the lightsaber, Skywalker did not hesitate to wield it in both hands, his body suddenly sinking, and like an arrow released from a bow, he charged towards Obi-Wan at an astonishing speed.

His movements were as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react. They could only watch helplessly as he swept in like a red whirlwind.

Obi-Wan was dumbfounded by Skywalker's stance. He had never seen or heard of such a fighting style before, but at this moment he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

When Skywalker activates Ghost Mode, his attacks become even faster and more ferocious, like a merciless storm sweeping everything away.

Obi-Wan was being beaten so badly by Skywalker, who seemed to have unlimited stamina and Force power, like a tireless fighting machine.

His counterattacks were evaded by Skywalker's agile footwork, followed by even more frenzied attacks, like an endless nightmare from which there was no escape.

Obi-Wan felt his hands were about to go numb; he could barely hold his lightsaber, as if he were a warrior crushed by fate.

Just then, Obi-Wan discovered a huge boulder. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and landed on the boulder, as if he had found his last refuge.

This boulder was not covered in dust and did not look like a rock from Tatooine. It seemed to be a stone from another world, carrying an air of mystery.

But Obi-Wan couldn't care less about that now; he had to find a way to break the deadlock.

"It's over! Sith, I've taken the high ground!" Obi-Wan stood on the boulder with his arms outstretched, as if he were standing at the top of the world.