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
With Kiyu declaring the end of the tournament and announcing Severin as the participant who had bagged first place, Severin finally heaved a sigh of relief. Ferland stroked the beard on his chin and raised thirteen tokens into Kiyu's view. The two of them offered a respectful salute to the winners.Ferland tossed the palm-sized tokens into the air and turned them into streaks of light that landed in Severin's hands. He then smiled and explained, "This token serves as your pass to the sacred lake. Engrave your name on it and you will gain smooth entry."Severin acknowledged gratefully in reply, "Thank you very much."Severin glanced at the middle-aged man before him. Clad in luxurious-looking attire, the gray-haired man had a spirited countenance. Clearly, the man was of high standing, being the elder of the Grandiuno Sect.Ferland chuckled and waved off the gratitude. "Haha, there is no need to thank me. You are young, yet you possess formidable combat prowess, a keen mastery of sw
Severin nodded after hearing that. Despite his near-perfect performance as a level nine royal saint, the consecutive battles had left him a bit overwhelmed and fatigued. He was looking forward to return to the Chorteaus with his wives.As Severin left, the onlookers in the venue gradually snapped out of their senses."Who would've thought that the tournament would produce a dark horse like him?""Severin's victories over Thorold and Jangar are simply unbelievable! It's amazing that he was able to secure first place!""Yeah! There was a total of fifteen spots in the sacred lake, and Severin claimed thirteen of them! No other family secured a slot. This tournament will likely go down in Nontwo City's history!""I envy him. Did you notice how much Ferland admired Severin? I predict that Severin's meteoric rise will begin after he enters the sacred lake!""I'll have to prepare some gifts for the Chorteaus to congratulate them!"Many people pondered over the results of the tournament
In the courtyard, Rourie directed his servants to come with him and deliver the carefully wrapped gift boxes to Severin's room. Severin was resting on a rocking chair while Rourie informed, "These are two ninth-grade spiritual weapons and pills from the Walpens. Those others are from the Roaldes and the Jentzes..."Severin nodded upon hearing that. "You can just place them here."Severin was given a first-hand experience of the implications surrounding the sudden fame. Though he had only secured first place and had yet to achieve the level of a supreme saint, numerous people were already eagerly offering gifts to him in an attempt to win his favor. The ninth-grade spiritual weapons and fifth-grade high-rank pills from the Walpens would be coveted by many a level nine royal saint.Each gift was significant, and even Diane and Wuhlricht felt a twinge of envy. They were both level nine royal saints, yet the weapons they wielded were merely eighth-grade spiritual weapons!After setting