??Chapter 322: Chapter 321: Here Cos the Sword
Chapter 322: Chapter 321: Here Cos the Sword
“Hahaha, what a lively scene,” Ros the Clay Dragon had not even landed when Mr. Luo Man’s hearty laughter filled the air.
With a powerful leap, Baron Roman jumped down from the back of the bipedal flying dragon.
People around him promptly paid their respects: “Sir.”
“No need for formalities, keep up the excitent, I’m just here to join in the fun,” Baron Roman walked into the center of the area.
Then he turned to Russell: “Eaglet leaving the nest, comndable courage.”
Russell responded with a light smile: “I naturally want to prove myself now that my strength has improved, so I sought instruction from Lord Markus.”
Baron Markus struck his left chest in salute: “Sir.”
“Since Russell is challenging you, respond appropriately,” Baron Roman said with a smile, “Have no reservations, hit Russell hard for , let the boy know not to underestimate the strength of a High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight.”
“Yes, Sir!” With Baron Roman’s command, Markus had no further concerns.
Baron Roman then said to Russell: “Learn well from Uncle Markus, your combat experience is too limited. Know that a truly powerful knight is not made from solitary training alone but is forged on the battlefield!”
“Yes, Father,” Russell nodded.
At that mont, Roland, riding a Nightmare Specter Horse and leading a group of knights, hurried over to join the excitent.
“Russell, go for it, big brother’s got your back!” Roland laughed.
Hardly had Roland arrived when Lord Sally, from Greycat Manor, tamorphosed into a huge raven phantom and flew over.
Upon landing, the raven phantom faded, revealing his fantasy beast—Black Feather Raven.
“Sir, you’re here too,” Lord Sally greeted with a knight’s courtesy, “I just started lunch, and upon hearing that Russell was challenging Marcus, I spat out the food in my mouth and rushed over to not miss the excitent.”
“Co, have a seat,” Baron Roman gestured.
Lady Shafali had already arranged for the servants to bring several chairs over.
By now, most of the knights who were nearby and interested in witnessing the excitent had arrived, and those who hadn’t were of no importance anymore.
Drawing a sword that glinted with a cold light, Markus said gravely, “Russell, begin your challenge!”
“Alright!”
Russell’s eyebrows arched, and without another word, he brandished the Green Ceramic Sword. Thrusting with the blade, the cutting edge reached its target before the sword’s glow.
Clang!
Marcus’s swordsmanship was equally sharp as he swung his sword to block, then swiftly countered with two flashes aid to suppress Russell’s attack.
Their swords touched and imdiately separated.
Russell quickly jabbed twice, his flashes of light t Markus’s head-on and vanished into nothingness in an instant.
As he launched his attack, Russell demonstrated his divine swordsmanship with grand strokes. Nurous glimrs of sword light, like shooting stars from the heavens, wove a net of sword flashes pressing down on Markus, allowing no respite.
“Strong!”
Markus knew right from the start that he had underestimated Russell.
But after all, he was a Second-Turn High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight, and the strength of his Second Turn Primordial Breath was sothing Russell’s First-Tier Primal Breath couldn’t match.
Finding himself at a disadvantage in swordplay, he attempted to overpower Russell’s fight with sheer strength from his Second Turn Primordial Breath. He also used Fighting Spirit Armor, letting the Second Turn Primordial Breath firmly shield his body, unafraid of the net of sword flashes.
“High-ranking Mythical Beast Knights are indeed worthy of the ‘high’ in their title, definitely stronger than ordinary Mythical Beast Knights,” Russell felt Markus’s strength as well.
However, the strength that Markus displayed was still within Russell’s expectations and nothing to be surprised about.
After back and forth, the two had fought for twenty exchanges.
Even though Russell pressed Markus in the fight, Markus’s Fighting Spirit Armor, empowered by his Second Turn Primordial Breath, had not been breached.
In the long run, even if just by attrition, Markus could drain Russell dry.
Seeing this.
Russell no longer persisted and roared, “Sword, co!”
Instantly, Eric and Grove, who were among the spectators, each drew their personal swords and threw them into the dueling arena.
In his right hand, he held the Green Ceramic Sword, caught Eric’s sword with his left, and took control of Grove’s sword with Battle Qi Sword Control.
In a flash.
Russell had surpassed the Dual Sword Style and directly initiated the Three Swords Style.
Boom!
Sword light whirled like a tornado, omnipresent, locking down every corner of the battle. The might of the Three Swords Flow Grand Skill almost instantly crushed Marcus into slag, his Fighting Spirit Armor riddled with countless cracks, hanging by a thread.
“Strong, damn strong!”
The shock in Marcus’s heart was beyond words; he couldn’t comprehend how Russell, a newly risen Phantom Beast Knight, could unleash such imnse combat power.
But shock aside, Marcus’s actions didn’t slow in the slightest; nurous brushes with death on the battlefield had honed his nerves to be exceptionally resilient.
Not to be outdone, he bellowed, “Pang, Aifen, assist !”
In the blink of an eye, the Pangolin King Pang and the Ironclad Thunder Beast Aifen transford into a black and a gray streak of light, crashing into Marcus’s back.
Then, the gray light beca a simple, unadorned set of Origin Breath Armour, covering Marcus’s entire body. The black light flowed straight down his arms to his sword, instantly forming a three-ter-long Pri Breath Greatsword.
“Dou-Qi tamartial!”
Russell’s eyes hardened, recognizing this as the Dou-Qi tamartial perford by a High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight. The principle was similar to Fighting Spirit Armor; the difference being that the forr focused on enhancing defense, while the latter enhanced the weapon’s strength.
The Pri Breath Armour combined with the Pri Breath Greatsword fully equipped Baron Marcus for battle, no longer fearing the gusts of the Three Swords Style.
Not only was he fully ard, but he also generated wind beneath his feet, taking to the air with Dou-Qi Flight.
Seeing this, Russell did not hesitate.
With a re thought, Unicorn Polly turned into a ray of white light that entered his body, then coalesced into a set of Origin Breath Armour—the Snowy Unicorn Armour—overshadowing Marcus’s plain gray Origin Breath Armour in sheer aesthetic appeal.
And like Marcus, he levitated in the air, facing Marcus from afar.
“Three Swords Style!”
The Green Ceramic Sword lacked Pri Breath enhancent, being a re ordinary sword unworthy of Russell’s status, and the sa was true for the other two swords.
But when executing the Three Swords Flow Grand Skill, combined with Russell’s premier Shadowfla swordsmanship, the offensive power was no less formidable than Marcus’s Pri Breath Greatsword.
Boom!
The fight escalated to a fever pitch.
Both n were clad in Origin Breath Armour, resembling two gleaming Holy Knights.
Yet, Russell’s armor could be considered that of a Silver Saint, while Marcus’s drab Origin Breath Armour looked like a knock-off version of a Black Iron Saint.
“He really is… strong,” Roland, sitting among the crowd, said with a wry smile as he watched his brother Russell don the Origin Breath Armour.
He had experienced Russell’s formidable combat strength firsthand on the way to the Populus Gobi.
But back then, Russell had completely overwheld him with just the First-Tier Primal Breath swordsmanship, using a single sword, and now Russell was capable of executing the Three Swords Style. Seeing the spectacular effects of the Three Swords Style, Roland knew he wouldn’t last a second against him.
Not only that.
Russell had also demonstrated Fighting Spirit Armor, able to wear Origin Breath Armour, despite having been promoted to a Phantom Beast Knight for barely half a year.
“I’m still fumbling with Sword Control, let alone Battle Qi…” the stark difference made Roland give up completely, “Russell will soon be riding dragons, and the gap between us will widen further, even more than the distance from the Glowing Valley to the Populus Gobi…”
After this viewing, Roland no longer harbored any thoughts of rivaling his brother Russell.
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