A hushed silence descended on the crowd as soon as those words left the tall man's mouth. King Aldric Vermilion had clearly heard those words too. He shifted uncomfortably, his face contorting into a mixture of anger and worry. This was what he feared most!
It had been a long ti since Arthur made an appearance, and many people had even forgotten how he looked—only his legend remained. He was loved by the commoners, and his influence was so strong that, if he wanted, he could easily sway public opinion and snatch the throne.
Because of his imnse strength, there was virtually nothing Aldric could do if such a situation arose.
For years now, he had stopped worrying about the threat called Arthur, but now that his na was ntioned again... things wouldn't be peaceful anymore.
As if on cue, the arena below beca enveloped in hushed, excited whispers, and Aldric's greatest fear ca to pass.
"Arthur... that na sounds familiar," soone in the crowd pointed out with a slightly dazed expression.
"Arthur Aegis Cromwell?" soone exclaid, wide-eyed. "The Human Champion? Is she truly his daughter?"
"Is it the sa Arthur who bested all the youngsters in the kingdom summit decades ago?" an old hunched man, who seed to have experienced life, asked, trembling in excitent. "Is this girl truly his daughter?"
"Yes, you're right," the tall man nodded in confirmation, and the old man burst into tears.
"I—I was there! He was like a one-man army! He single-handedly beat all the prodigies of the other kingdoms! Who would have thought I'd one day witness his daughter fighting?" the man said, recalling the event from decades ago. It was so surreal, as if he were still there… he couldn't help but burst out in tears, but not out of sadness—out of pure joy.
"No wonder she's so strong! She has the blood of a hero!" another chid in.
"If she's Arthur's daughter, does that an... she is a commoner?"
"No, she used to be... I heard Nathan Cromwell, the Mad Dog, was made a baron several years back."
"Yes, but still, she's a commoner by blood!"
"Wait... if Arthur's daughter is here," a flash of realization shone in one of the spectators' eyes as he raised his gaze to the area where the dignitaries were seated. Everyone followed his gaze. "Could it be... that man is the Mad Dog?"
Nathan had very sensitive hearing, so it was easy for him to overhear the gossip of the spectators. To their questions, he simply displayed a smile. Those broken teeth glead—a silent confirmation.
Another wave of excitent rippled through the crowd, and the spectators entered a frenzy.
Aldric's handso face was now very unpleasant to look at. He was beyond angry when he saw the blatant actions of Nathan. All these years, he had tried to keep the na of the legendary Mad Dog from the mouths of the citizens in the capital.
All that... all that would be ruined because of this single event!
It was ant to showcase his dominance, not to revive the na of his biggest rivals.
"Crush her!" Aldric locked eyes with his son. The two gazes t, and he mouthed the words, "Make her bleed!"
Despite the distance, Prince Ainsworth could accurately read his father's lips. As he parried a sword attack from Nyx, Ainsworth kicked the ground and threw his body backward. He spun in the air and landed on the ground with a loud *bang*! There was now a considerable distance between them.
From the sheer intensity of her attacks, Ainsworth had figured that his opponent seed to be in a hurry to finish him off… hence, he deduced that there was a cooldown in Nyx's skill. He could simply run around in circles until the duration was over.
'But that would only tarnish the pride of the royal family,' Ainsworth clenched his fist. 'That's why I will use the skill now! I'll change the tide of this fight.'
With a mighty roar, the pulsing mini sun appeared in Ainsworth's arms. A bad feeling began to stir within Nyx when she saw the mini sun pulsing in Ainsworth's palm. She briefly glanced at the duration ti that flickered in her retina.
There were only seconds before the holy energy would co to an end... Holy Speed had already ended a few seconds ago, and she was back to her normal speed. From the clashes, Nyx knew her holy energy seed to have a canceling effect against the sun energy... if that ca to an end, she would find herself in a tough spot once more.
Before she could make her move, the mini sun shot out of Ainsworth's palm like a blinding arrow, soaring into the air with a radiant burst of light. It climbed higher, illuminating the arena and casting long shadows that danced across the faces of the stunned spectators below. The atmosphere crackled with tension as everyone, including King Aldric, watched in awe.
Nathan furrowed his brows in worry as he felt the aura of the skill, which was without a doubt an advanced skill—just a rank away from being an ultimate-ranked skill.
Higher-ranked skills could only be found in higher dinsions. The holy energy was from the barony, and it was only an interdiate skill. It wouldn't fare well against an advanced skill.
"She's done for!" a noble comnted with a small smile on their face.
Another noble, who was familiar with the skill, added, "This is where her luck runs out. There's no way she will survive this attack with a asly interdiate-tier skill."
Amidst the crowd, a mysterious cloaked woman with piercing purple eyes watched the battle unfold with increasing intensity. "She's stronger than I expected," she muttered, as strands of violet hair peeked out from beneath her hood. "But it seems this is where her journey ends."
No sooner had the words left her lips, a deafening roar shattered the air as the mini sun exploded into hundreds of fiery shards, raining down as though fragnts of the sun were plumting like a cot. Each fragnt glimred with fierce energy, and they were all concentrated on Nyx.
This sight caused a murmur to ripple through the crowd as they prepared to witness her downfall. King Aldric smiled smugly, already envisioning stories of Ainsworth's victory spreading throughout the capital.
As the fiery teors hurtled toward her, Nyx's gaze remained steady, a flicker of cold determination in her eyes. She gripped her sword tighter, lifting it with purpose, the tal reflecting the fiery sky above. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she took a deep breath, bracing herself. Her posture was sharp, like a blade that was ready to be unsheathed.
At the last mont, she manipulated the remnants of her holy energy, and a pure white radiant barrier enveloped her.
"That won't stop !" Ainsworth shouted as he laughed, as though he had gone mad. At this mont, he felt like a god who was giving divine judgnt.
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