Kiyu's eyes widened as he witnessed Thorold being rendered unconscious, severely injured, and knocked out of the arena. He never thought that Thorold would suffer defeat, especially not at such a swift pace.Despite the turmoil that was building up in his heart, he had to continue with his duties as the organizer of the tournament and rose to his feet to announce the results. "The winner is Severin!" The venue sank into an unexpected silence. The shock of witnessing the defeat of a renowned genius like Thorold reverberated through the audience. The fight did not even last very long. Gasps of disbelief erupted from the crowd, and many people could only watch on in stunned silence."Thorold…lost?!""But how?! He's an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, and he has the Thunderbolt Constitution too!""Severin defeated Thorold in less than ten moves! Just how strong is he?""When did such a powerful individual show up in our city?"The worried expressions of Rourie and the rest of Ch
Meanwhile, Severin stood on the stage after dealing with Thorold and sensed an intense gaze fixated on him. It seemed to be a gaze emanating a will to fight. Possessing remarkable perception as a level nine royal saint, Severin swiftly identified the source of the gaze as Jangar, who was seated with the Lischalts.Severin looked at Jangar and perceived the latter to resemble a sheathed sword. Swordwill seemed to resonate within him, and Severin acknowledged it before nodding thoughtfully in Jangar's direction. He knew that his victory over Thorold had likely attracted Jangar's attention.As Severin retracted his gaze, he murmured to himself, "You must be a swordsman prodigy? I'm quite curious to know just how strong you are."Severin had encountered numerous prodigies in his journey of attainment. For instance, Frederick of the Horizon Sect became a royal saint at a young age, yet Wuhlricht—the strongest in the Skyblue Sect—was merely a level five royal saint. In the end, Frederick
After the second round concluded, Kiyu stood up and announced the list of people who had qualified. The individuals advancing from that round included the seven contestants from Severin's side, as well as two others from the Lischalts—Jangar, and the great elder, Germain. In what could be interpreted as a stroke of bad luck, the Gahrrs failed to secure the last remaining spot, which went to the mayor's honorary elder.Following the announcement that Severin's group had advanced, the crowd erupted in an animated discussion."How did the Chorteaus get so lucky? Seven out of their eleven participants qualified for the final round!""I heard that Wuhlricht and others are all Severin's closest friends!""Tch…where did they come from anyway? Their strength is insane!""They secured seven places even though the second round had just ended! Won't the Chorteaus get eleven spots at the sacred lake once Severin clinches first place?""Severin might be strong, but there's still no guarantee
Jangar had put in a tremendous amount of effort to ensure that at least two people from the Lischalts advanced to the third round. Unfortunately, the lots that they drew were in favor of Severin's group.Severin was slated to face Germain in what was supposed to be a surefire win for Severin. After all, Severin had already proven himself by defeating Thorold. By contrast, Jangar found himself against an honorary elder from the mayor's mansion, whom he was sure to win against.In other words, Jangar seemed like an outsider in a competition where the sure victors were Severin's group. He was furious, as there seemed to be no point in continuing the matches. Unfortunately, he still had to abide by the procedure and face his contender. The honorary elder from the mayor's mansion knew what was coming and conceded, having nothing more to fight for after already bagging one spot. Severin's opponent did the same as well.However, as Severin prepared to leave, Jangar unexpectedly challenged
The two figures stood on the arena with the whistling of swordwill and an emergence of sword light. The sharp sword energy sliced through the surrounding air, causing even the far-seated spectators to feel a stinging sensation on their skin.Jangar looked emotionlessly at Severin in the center of the arena. He waved the sword in his hand and eschewed the use of flamboyant sword energy or resplendent sword light. He merely let out a yell as he infused his spiritual power into the sword and slashed it toward Severin. "Sea-Parting Form."His movement was incredibly simple and unembellished, yet it came down at a rapid speed that sliced through the very fragment of space to create a dark void around the blade. When Severin observed this, his eyes narrowed, and the calm expression on his face finally disappeared.Jangar had lived up to the reputation of being a prodigious swordsman, a fact which Severin acknowledged. Although there was no visible sword energy when the sword was unsheathe
Ferland previously had little interest in the tournament, and it took Severin's swift victory over Janik and Thorold to pique his attention. At the same time, the transformation in Severin's aura, along with the overwhelming swordwill, finally made Jangar realize something. "That's why you weren't afraid of going against me! This was your trump card all along!"As a swordsman himself, Jangar could keenly sense the stupendous swordwill emanating from Severin. It carried a mighty aura, and Jangar felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of sharp swords. Aside from his feelings of surprise, Jangar also found himself filled with excitement. He had faced numerous difficulties in making good progress, no doubt due to the lack of proper swordsmen in the whole of Southsky. Even prestigious sects like Grandiuno Sect and Purevoid Sect were bereft of any young contemporaries who shared in his ideal.In the past, Jangar honed his swordsmanship through continuous battles. It went without saying
Each clash between Severin and Jangar resonated profoundly in a thunderous roar, which came as no surprise as both were formidable swordsmen. The shockwaves from their battles resembled a confrontation between two gods, with their sword light slicing through the surrounding air and threatening to destroy the shield yet again.Had it not been Ferland in charge of maintaining the shield, it would likely have crumbled yet again under the relentless assaults. The fight continued to intensify and both parties were ablaze with fighting spirit."Haha, how thrilling!" Jangar roared as airwaves swirled around him. He channeled his spiritual power fervently into his sword, and a cold light gleamed as an icy killing aura filled the air.In an instant, Jangar swung his sword at Severin, unleashing a blazing sword light extending a hundred feet in length. Like before, it sliced through space and came down on Severin.Severin dodged the incoming attack, and the forceful impact of the swordlight
Jangar resembled the aura of a peerless sword, and his aura had broken through the arena's shield to envelop Nontwo City. His body was bathed in the glow of sword light as he gazed coldly at Severin. He then nonchalantly tossed his long sword in Severin's direction. The speed of flight was not very swift, and one might even describe it as being remarkably slow. Yet, with each advancement, sections of the blade seemed to dissipate, giving rise to a sword light approximately ten feet long. As the blade vanished, the sword light grew even more.The sword light that was approaching Severin eventually reached a jaw-dropping size of a hundred feet, casting a shadow over the entire arena. Severin resembled a tiny little speck as he stood beneath the looming sword."How fancy!" Severin remarked, shaking his head lightly. His fists then radiated a brilliance similar to that of the sun's rays. The next second, he thrust his hand forward and unleashed a seal akin to a small mountain. A deafenin