Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 45 The Battle Between Lance and Revis: There Must Be Some Perseverance

The hammer slammed into the ground, and Revis's gaze turned icy as he stared fiercely at the two Jedi Apprentices in front of him.

"You Jedi have imprisoned me for hundreds of years."

"Today, I've finally found my chance."

Revis activated the weapon, and arcs of electricity coiled around the hammerhead.

"I will avenge this humiliation and make you pay the price."

"Jedi, prepare to die."

The air instantly froze, and a battle was about to break out.

Lance slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the lightsaber, watching him warily.

This Rootman, who suddenly appeared and harbored a deep hatred for the Jedi, left him somewhat bewildered.

He was not afraid of fighting.

However... now is clearly not a good time.

Once a conflict breaks out, the commotion will inevitably attract the attention of imperial soldiers to encircle and annihilate them.

His goal was to rescue his master, not to endanger himself and Ahsoka as well.

Although he has never been good at talking, he had to give it a try now.

Even a temporary delay is acceptable.

Lance tried hard to recall the characteristics of the Roots.

This is an extremely special and rare interstellar nomadic race with a lifespan of thousands of years, even longer than Master Yoda's little green-skinned race.

They adhere to their own set of principles, are loyal and responsible, and value honor more than life itself.

In that light, he does seem to have a strong sense of chivalry.

Thinking of this, Lance raised his hand and called out, "Wait!"

"Jedi Pakkun, do you have any last words?"

Revis actually stopped in his tracks and looked down at him.

"I don't know why the Jedi Order imprisoned you, but now that the Order has fallen, I don't ask you to let go of your hatred, but our battle can wait until we leave this planet."

"Ha, Jedi Pakkun, are you afraid of death? Rest assured, I will crush your bones one by one and let you feel the anger and hatred I have accumulated over hundreds of years."

"Everyone dies eventually. You can kill me, but you can't make me submit. This is an unfair battle. Even if you defeat me, what glory will you have?"

Revis's keyword was triggered, and he tightened his grip on the hammer handle, looking down at the lightsaber in Lance's hand:

"Unfair? Aren't you holding your lightsaber in your hand?"

"With worries on my mind, I naturally cannot fight you with all my heart."

"Are you looking for that Jedi Master?"

Lance's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "You've seen him? Where is he?"

"Guess. Jedi Padawan, my patience has run out. Prepare to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Revis raised his hammer and smashed it down on Lance.

hum-

Force surged into the hilt of the sword, and a blue blade of light shot out.

Lance gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, blocking the oncoming electric hammer.

He felt a tremendous force strike him, and the lightsaber almost slipped from his hand.

Ahsoka immediately activated his lightsaber, and the green blade slashed towards Revis's hand.

Revis was extremely familiar with the Jedi's attack methods. He retrieved his hammer and slammed it down on Ahsoka.

In an instant, he had completed his dodge and counterattack.

They have extremely rich combat experience.

Even if Lance and Ahsoka joined forces, they would not be able to take him down in a short time.

But neither time nor place is on their side.

The two suddenly exerted their strength to knock Revis back, and at the same time, they struck out with a palm.

The surging Force sent him flying.

boom!

A loud bang echoed, and dust filled the air.

The tall, imposing body slammed into the metal wall and embedded itself in it.

Its old armor was broken, revealing several purple tentacles.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been seriously injured by this attack.

The Kegen generation not only possesses extremely strong physical qualities, but also has an almost abnormal self-healing and regeneration ability, allowing injuries to be restored to their original state in an instant.

Revis let out a roar and struggled to break free from the wall.

Feeling the blood boiling within him, his fighting spirit, dormant for hundreds of years, was rekindled.

Revis gripped the large iron hammer tightly with both hands, his eyes flashing with a fierce light mixed with a hint of excitement.

After warming up, he was about to get serious.

"Again!"

A roar echoed through the empty street.

Revis raised his hammer high and charged forward with heavy yet agile strides.

He was enjoying the battle, but Klance only wanted a quick victory.

If we continue to delay, we will surely be surrounded and annihilated by the empire.

"That's the only option we can use."

Lance took a deep breath, calmed himself, and raised his left hand, pointing forward.

The Force was continuously compressed and condensed, and a golden lightning bolt burst forth from his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, streaks of golden lightning coiled around his palm, leaping endlessly.

Golden arcs of light illuminated the dimly lit street.

Reese felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he tried to stop.

But the immense inertia propelled him forward at breakneck speed, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

The Force Judgment!

All the lightning bolts converged into one, as if tearing through space and time, and struck Revis, who was right next to him.

Instantly, golden lightning enveloped his entire body.

The electric arc burned his nerve endings.

His highly developed nerve clusters became accomplices, and intense pain swept over him like a tidal wave.

"Am I going to die?"

A thought suddenly occurred to Revis.

There was no fear of death, but rather a hint of anticipation.

He has lived too long.

Watching his friends grow old and die one by one, leaving him all alone in the world.

This grief and loneliness weighed on him for nearly a thousand years.

He's had enough of living.

"Perhaps... this isn't so bad."

"To be killed by a stronger opponent in battle is both my wish and a way to avoid disgracing the honor of the Genshiro people."

A look of relief flashed in Revis's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, enduring all the pain.

A warrior's honor does not allow him to show weakness to the enemy.

Even if I die, I will die standing.

Asoka looked at his pained expression, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

She can kill an incorrigible enemy without hesitation.

Clean and efficient, allowing the other party to leave without any trouble.

This was her final act of mercy towards her enemy.

Lance sensed the change in the emotions of the generation before him and began to ponder.

Regardless of what crime he had committed to be imprisoned by the samurai order, he was a truly brave warrior.

"Now is the time when we need people."

"If we can win him over, he will be a great help."

The thought flashed through his mind.

He simply stopped, and the golden lightning vanished abruptly.

Revis knelt on one knee, his limbs numb and weak. The lightning had destroyed a large number of cells in his body, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body.

He looked up at Lance, his eyes filled with confusion and anger.

He demanded sharply, "Jedi, are you looking down on me? Why don't you kill me?"

"The Jedi Order no longer exists, and I have no mortal enmity with you, so why would I want to kill you?"

"You've all become the Empire's prey, like wild dogs being hunted and killed, and you're still clinging to that ridiculous Jedi doctrine?"

Revis, panting heavily, looked up at Lance with a mocking expression, his words piercing like knives.

He wanted to provoke the Jedi who had defeated him.

The light blade retracted into its hilt, and Lance looked at him:

"Perhaps... We always have to hold on to something."

"Aren't you the same?"