King's Rule: Creating the Strongest Kingdom With My Broken Talent Chapter 40: Sense of Ambition, Third Battle

Inside the tower, Vesh smirked.

"Good."

King Aurora blinked, shock visible in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting Muran to get taken out.

"Are the other three the sa rank as him?" he asked, eyes on Vesh.

"You’ll find out soon." Vesh stepped out of the tower. "Now, let’s visit the Ananta Court. Justice is the most important factor in developing a kingdom and forever keeping its morale and spirit high. Corruption is the start of a country’s downfall, so there will be zero corruption of any kind in the Ananta Kingdom."

"As for those who get the urge to commit cris," Vesh’s voice turned cold, "I am thinking about creating an artificial hell, but for now, I’ll do with quick, silent, and hidden executions. The fear must spread in subtle ways."

King Aurora raised his eyebrows. "Zero cri and zero corruption. Even I haven’t been able to do that."

Vesh stopped walking and looked at him. "It will happen once your kingdom..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

And chuckled as he continued walking. "Of course. People of this kingdom must be treated as treasures, but they must also have a sense of utter loyalty, and for that, the kingdom will do its best to provide the best of what infinite possibilities can give."

Vesh’s eyes sparkled with pure curiosity toward infinite possibilities.

He wanted to explore, create, conquer, and make a kingdom like no other.

"The ambition I sense in your words is making a bit ashad." King Aurora wryly smiled. "Once upon a ti, I had the sa zeal. But now..."

"Now, it’s a new beginning. Just get ready for it. I have a feeling you’ll join us by the end of this eting."

Vesh looked ahead. "We are at the bottom, and the journey ahead is long. Isn’t it exciting?"

"It is." King Aurora looked at the magnificent city powered by pure magic. Every structure was as powerful as top-class A-rank armor.

After exploring the Ananta Governing Tower and learning about many things, he was genuinely curious about the true capabilities of this kingdom.

Because this fox in a black suit was delivering his words with a clear ssage that he still had a massive shock to give him.

He looked at the ground as he followed Vesh.

He had a feeling about what it was.

There was sothing crazy underground.

Here, in the next city, and in that absurd forest that was growing vegetables and fruits at hourly rates.

He didn’t know all that was possible, but it was possible through magic. Utter mastery of the eight foundational elents.

In his eyes, this city was absurd, and he already knew he wouldn’t win in battle against this kingdom that had such advanced magic craftsmanship.

While the duo moved towards the Ananta Court—

Up above in the colosseum that had already repaired itself, Arga faced none other than Duke Artilon.

After training under King’s Rule, Arga’s status had naturally transford.

Though both were blacksmiths, one was a professional, and the other was still a noob.

Both had S-rank Fla Mastery talents, and both had reached their max potential of 25 stars.

Arga had a fla imprint that made his flas have a higher temperature than usual, while their combustion was lower.

Duke Artilon’s fla imprint had higher precision and ignition in terms of its structure, but a lower temperature than usual.

Arga was now an S-rank Swordsman with full potential of 25 stars.

Duke Artilon was an S-rank Fencer Master with a full potential of 25 stars.

But Arga had one thing that Duke Artilon didn’t.

’King’s Rule. Arga fights and wins against Duke Artilon as he blooms his full potential during the battle, breaking through his Swordsman talent to SS-rank.’

Vesh smiled behind the helt.

The countdown reached 0.

Arga moved instantly, swinging his sword wildly fifty tis in one second at Duke Artilon, standing a hundred ters away.

Blazing crimson flas shot forward, swiftly turning light blue on the way.

Light-blue flas scread across the distance, tearing the air apart as they converged onto Artilon.

This finally allowed Arga’s original aura to spread out, even though he was using A-rank energy for his attacks.

Prince Hugo, who had now fully healed with Librarian Miria’s healing technique, frowned.

"A frigging Sprout-rank?" Scarlet’s mouth opened in shock.

"This is a surprise," Commander Muran muttered.

The Duke didn’t move imdiately. He was also taken aback to find out his opponent was a Sprout-rank, but his focus was absolute.

His eyes narrowed.

Then.

He stepped.

A single, precise shift.

His rapier flickered.

Fast and accurate.

In a second, he hit every single wave. Each thrust landed at a critical node within the incoming barrage.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The flas fractured.

Not dispersed.

Cut.

The massive wave collapsed into harmless fragnts that scattered around him like broken glass made of fire.

Arga’s pupils shrank.

’He cut apart my flas?’

"Haven’t you heard? Two wildfires can burn each other out." Duke Artilon smiled. "I hit the weak points of your projectiles’ structure with my precise fla ignition points."

He blurred.

A thin line of heat followed his blade.

Arga reacted instantly.

CLANG!

Steel t steel.

A razor-thin fla line slipped past Arga’s guard and grazed Arga’s suit.

’This tough armor won’t break with normal attacks.’ Duke Artilon’s eyes flickered with mild annoyance and mild thrill.

Arga’s pupils steadied.

The surprise faded.

Understanding took its place.

’So that’s how he’s doing it...’

He stepped forward.

This ti, no wild barrage.

His blade moved once.

A single arc.

The fla followed.

But instead of spreading outward, it compressed tightly along the edge, its color deepening into a denser shade of blue.

Artilon’s eyes narrowed.

He moved.

His rapier struck.

Tap.

A precise hit at the weak point.

But the fla didn’t collapse.

It bent.

Shifted.

Then snapped back into shape.

Artilon’s expression changed slightly.

’He adjusted the structure mid-flight?’

Arga appeared right in front of him.

CLANG!

Their blades t again.

This ti, Arga didn’t get pushed back.

Instead, he leaned in. King’s Rule driving him as he remained in focused state.

Pressing.

Testing.

Learning.

Artilon’s rapier flickered again, thrusting toward Arga’s shoulder joint.

Arga tilted.

Barely.

The thrust grazed past.

His sword ca down in a tight vertical cut.

Artilon parried.

But.

BOOM!

The impact carried a compressed burst of fla that exploded on contact.

Artilon slid back a few ters.

Arga didn’t stop.

He followed.

Each step faster. Each swing sharper.

His flas no longer raged wildly.

They listened.

They adapted.

Artilon’s precision t Arga’s evolution under the influence of King’s Rule.

And watching this person visibly improve and counter Duke Artilon with each next move, the people of Aurora Kingdom felt like they were having a fever dream.