??Chapter 111: Chapter 106 The First Sword Saint
Chapter 111: Chapter 106 The First Sword Saint
Within the grey-black celestial do, the thunder waterfall that rivaled the heavenly river had disappeared. The mountain on which Muria and others stood had completely transford, radiating a pitch-black tallic luster, stitch marked with stunning golden veins, intensely dazzling.
In Muria’s expectant gaze, a tiny figure abruptly ca into view in the empty wilderness. The potent vision granted by the mixed bloodline of the Titans and the Draconic allowed him to discern the figure’s appearance.
Greyish white shoulder-length hair, facial features so ordinary they lacked any distinguishing characteristics, a simple garb of hemp, height neither tall nor short by human standards. This was an utterly typical middle-aged man with no distinguishing qualities.
“Is this the human legend who aims to challenge Lord Yaxibeien? He looks so unremarkable.” A Titan who saw Ron, the Sword Saint, hovering in mid-air, exuding nothing of his usual aura, muttered.
“He is, after all, the Premier Sword Saint. Given the number of human legends, earning the title of the first implies considerable strength, doesn’t it?”
“Humph, Premier Sword Saint, that’s just a human title. There’s no chance he can beat Lord Yaxibeien.”
“What’s Lord Yaxibeien’s current strength level?” a Blazing Sky God Descendant asked a Titan, brimming with curiosity.
“Lord Yaxibeien is already preparing to travel to the boundless void, to tread the Path to Epic.”
“Legendary Peak.” Sylvester sighed lightly, “With such strength, there’s absolutely no chance of him losing. The question now is how long this human sword saint will last.”
“The news I received suggested that this human sword saint is rely at the seventh rank in the Legend class. Why would Lord Yaxibeien accept such a challenge?” Michaela, beside Sylvester, asked sowhat perplexedly, she couldn’t understand.
“Lord Abexian is similarly adept in the sword,” responded a Titan.
“I see.” The Blazing Sky Girl nodded. “Lord Yaxibeien must be interested in the techniques of this Premier Sword Saint.”
Titans rarely consider challenges from lesser beings. It’s extraordinary for a Titan on the cusp of treading the Path to Epic to accept a challenge from a human Sword Saint.
However, given this legendary Titan’s predilection and skill in swordsmanship, it’s now clear. In fights of equal level, humans are weaker than Titans in every respect, except potentially in one. That is, in the manipulation of power, the art of combat.
Muria diligently listened to the voices of the Titans and Blazing Sky God Descendants discussing the matter. Everyone was prophesying the inevitable defeat of Ron, the Sword Saint. The only disagreent was over how long the human legend would withstand the assault.
No one expected a low-born sword saint to win such a battle. It wasn’t because they were looking down on him, rather it was because the racial chasm between humans and Titans makes it hard to fathom.
From the outset, humans started the race at a disadvantage. Even after countless breakthroughs, pushing life beyond limitations, humans still couldn’t surpass Titans. This too was due to the relentless effort put forth by the Titans, themselves similarly grooming their strength through ceaseless combats.
“Boom!” Not long after Ron took his place, a bolt of lightning, dozens of ters thick, thundered from the sky, striking right in front of Ron. Even the golden lightning arcs and the spurted debris reached his eyes, yet his countenance didn’t waver.
Amidst the storm, a robust, gigantic figure appeared, wreathed in a horrifying whirlwind. This tide churned the surroundings, causing the magma to boil and spew fire waves ten ters high.
This was a Titan standing at a colossal height of over 180 ters. Thick, sturdy thunderbolts coiled around him, giving him the appearance of wearing golden armor. A semi-transparent, faintly blue hurricane surrounded him. His feet rested in a magma pool that had already overflown to a radius of 1,000 ters. This was his signature arrival—the thunderbolts emanating from his body struck the ground below him.
“Human,” the legendary Titan Yaxibeien looked down at the tiny human in front of him and began to roar with laughter, “do you still dare to challenge ?”
The Titan’s form topped 180 ters. Such a size would inspire terror in most living beings, making them cower before him. This stature alone would instill fear even in a legendary demon from the Abyss, let alone the dreadful nature of his arrival.
“Of course.” The seemingly ordinary Sword Saint looked up, his eyes eting the tall and mighty Titan. From his once indifferent brown pupils, two rays of keen brilliance shot out in the form of sharp swords.
In this instant, the Sword Saint, who had previously seed utterly ordinary, was nothing of the sort. Silver-white Fighting Qi surged from him, instantly transforming into a nearly 200-ter-long sword. Its tip pointed to the do of the sky, the regal, grand aura of the sword proliferating in all directions.
“Hsss!” rely casting a glance upon this silver-white long sword transford by the Fighting Qi made many Titans and Blazing Sky God Descendants feel a slight sting in their eyes. Even Muria couldn’t help but rub her eyes to relieve the discomfort.
“Very well.” Upon hearing the Swordsman’s response and his current stance, Titan Yashiburn laughed loudly. Then, his massive titan true form began to shrink slowly under everyone’s gaze.
Only when he had shrunk into a burly man over two ters tall did the transformation stop. Titan Yashiburn began to speak among the stares of Swordsman Ron, who was frowning with dissatisfaction and confusion. His voice was loud and clear, audible to Muria and the others.
“Human, I am of legendary peak strength, but I will not bully you with my power. I voluntarily seal my power by two stages, suppressing it to the Legend Seventh Rank, becoming this size, to fight you fairly.”
Ron tightened his grip on his sword, nodded, and said nothing more, his face no longer hesitant. Seeing the titan shrink in size, he was displeased. For enormous beings like titans and dragons, once they shapeshift into human forms, except for their magic, all other abilities take a big hit.
When a titan becos a human, the power it can exert is at most one-tenth of its true form. Thus, Swordsman Ron was sowhat displeased, but he said nothing.
“Indeed, Lord Yashiburn is interested in the swordsmanship of this human swordsman.” Seeing Yashiburn suppress his power, the Titans comnted.
“If we were to truly fight at full strength, the outco of this battle would not be suspenseful at all.”
“So does this an that the outco of the battle is uncertain now?” Muria murmured.
“Lord Yashiburn will surely win.”
…
While Muria and the others were debating the outco of the fight, Swordsman Ron and the Legendary Titan Yashiburn, who had suppressed his strength, made their move.
A light of Fighting Qi, nearly two hundred ters long, collapsed and turned into small silver-white spots, rging into Swordsman Ron’s body. Then, this ordinary-looking man slowly unsheathed the deep blue long sword in his hand, and swung it.
The mont the long sword was fully drawn, a Sword Qi of hundreds of ters long shot out from the sword, aid at Yashiburn. Everywhere it passed, the air was cut open, leaving a deep ditch on the ground. The Sword Qi reached Yashiburn, split the lava pool, and exposed the un-lted rock layer at the bottom.
“Good.” Seeing the formidable power of the wind stirred by the Qi alone, the Titan, rather than being afraid, rejoiced and yelled loudly. His right arm began to glow with radiant golden light. His right hand ford a fist and with the montum of splitting a river, he swung it.
“Boom!” The silver-white Sword Qi was shattered by Yashiburn’s punch, turning into tiny fragnts that scattered around. They landed on the ground, leaving trails of sword marks tens of ters long. The Sword Qi that sprang towards the Titan was crushed by the gale surrounding him before it even got close.
“Not bad.” Yashiburn, who had shattered the Sword Qi with a fist, looked down at his palm. Four shallow wounds lay side by side, forming a sword mark. But not a single drop of blood ca out and the wounds started to heal. Soon, no trace was left.
“You hurt .” Seeing his wound, Yashiburn laughed loudly. “Human, tell
your na. You have earned the right to have
draw my sword.”
A Legendary Titan, even when suppressing his strength and power, will not weaken in physicality. His defensive power remains at the Legendary Peak. To injure a Titan, even if it’s just a scratch, is impressive.
“My na is Ron, of the Human Race.” The middle-aged man answered flatly. The Titan’s contempt did not upset him because he was used to it. Disdain, ridicule, disdain…
He is the son of a blacksmith. All the people around him – neighbors, companions, townsfolk, thought he should follow his father’s trade, and beco a blacksmith himself. From the day he decided to learn swordsmanship, apart from his father, no one supported him. All he received were incomprehending and mocking looks.
Fortunately, he stuck to it and showed a surprising talent for swordsmanship. At that point, he gained admiration, envy, and worship.
Afterward, he left the small town where he was born. As a swordsman, he ventured out into the world: cities, kingdoms, empires, continents… With his ever-increasing strength and skills in swordsmanship, his fa gradually spread.
When he reached legend status, the news of his achievent, given his background, shook the subcontinent he was on. Countless duchies, kingdoms, even empires, all invited him into their respective lands. At that mont, he could have had wealth and power at his fingertips, but he refused all the offers. He thought he should not stop at being a legend; he needed to go further.
It was at that mont that the story of the first legendary swordsman began. He started to encounter more legendary beings and fight against them. At that ti, he deeply understood the disadvantage of the Human Race, but he never had the idea of changing his bloodline. He firmly believed that he could overco all obstacles with the sword in hand.
Ron clearly rembered the first ti he faced the Legendary Ancient Dragon, Crimson Catastrophe Augustus, alone. He will never forget that dragon’s contemptuous and scornful gaze.
Of course, what left a deeper impression was when he beheaded the ancient dragon that had caused havoc across multiple nations. He will always rember the dragon’s incredulous and unwilling gaze, and its mournful howl at the mont of death.
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