Chapter 610: 575, Lord cklen, you truly deserve more than death.
Chapter 610: 575, Lord cklen, you truly deserve more than death.
Because of Charles’s last-minute instructions, the three people lying in wait were all utterly confused; they simply couldn’t understand what was going on no matter how hard they tried.
Actually, Charles was just as confused.
When nilman moved to kill the young girl Zimrman, he knew sothing was definitely off, so he cast aside all considerations, reverted to his human identity, pushed the Quickness Technique to its limits, but not to stop his senior sister from killing the young girl Zimrman.
He figured that once this girl died, there would certainly be so strange changes, and he needed to step in to save soone—save senior sister nilman!
Although nilman was privy to so secrets, she couldn’t understand why Charles would react so quickly, coming to her aid the mont she made her move, protecting her…
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Only Zimrman showed an expression of helplessness, but she spoke in a tone as cold as frost and snow, “Sir Charles klen!
Why must you always spoil my plans?
Not even nier knows the secret of the hidden mories that I’ve placed deep within the souls of those illegitimate children.
How did you know I hid the mories there, and even changed their surnas to cklen?”
“Do you have any idea that this minor alteration almost caused to lose my way, never to find the road back?”
“Moreover, what kind of trick did you play with the little Zimrman I used to bring myself into existence?”
“You almost made think you were my father.”
“You bastard.”
“And the last ti, what did you say to the mory body hidden in the Mirror World of Wood Brandon, ‘You’re my brother-in-law?'”
“My brother-in-law my foot.”
“Sir cklen, you truly deserve to die!”
Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, “Senior Zimrman, I absolutely didn’t do it on purpose!
I truly didn’t know that these matters would cause complications for you!”
“Hmm!
Actually, I’m a fan of yours.”
Just as Charles was about to continue spouting nonsense, he heard nilman say faintly, “I instructed Mr.
cklen to do all these things; he had no idea.”
“I’ve been looking for you for a very long ti, let’s settle things once and for all this ti.”
A black crescent moon rose from nilman’s body, and the Rapier in her hand flickered like smoke, moonlight, flowing light, a light breeze, the stars of night—changing and shifting instantaneously, exuding a sense of infinite profundity.
Even Charles, who prided himself on his swordsmanship, couldn’t help feeling shad in comparison, realizing that he was far inferior to his senior sister in the art of the sword.
The Rapier in Zimrman’s hand looked quite ordinary, seemingly just a regular Sherlock-style magical Rapier, but in her hands, it beca like a Divine Artifact, a weapon of gods to punish mortals, its light piercing through the endless variations of nilman’s swordsmanship.
Without hesitation, Charles joined the fray, knowing that although he had exchanged blows with Julian, no matter how talented Julian was, limited by his age, it was absolutely impossible for him to surpass nilman and Zimrman in swordsmanship.
So, apart from speed, he discarded all other techniques, striking with full force with each and every thrust, his swordlight flickering with the speed of lightning and coursing through space, encircling Zimrman with countless strikes, pinning this powerful being of the continent in place, preventing her from seizing the chance to counterattack and inflict a grave injury on her forr fiancée.
After a flurry of rapid sword strikes, Charles’s face lit up with wild joy as he exclaid, “He has yet to recover his strength, he’s only at the nineteenth rank!”
Zimrman smiled faintly and said, “Below the Sacred Level are all ants, and above the Sacred Level, the rank doesn’t matter anymore.
What’s important is the Special Abilities one possesses, combat experience, and basic qualities, such as speed, or say, the understanding of swordsmanship.”
“Even if I’m just at the nineteenth rank, killing a few useless twenty-fourths isn’t beyond .”
“Such words, coming from anyone else, would be seen as boasting, even when spoken by Charles, they carried an air of arrogance, but when Zimrman said them, it was with such calmness, as if he were stating a simple fact!”
While facing off with nilman and Charles’s assault with ease, Zimrman curiously asked, “Lord cklen!
How did you guess the thod I used to overco the Divine level’s four-day challenge?”
“I’m certain I haven’t revealed it to anyone!
Not my father, my mother, or even nier are aware.”
“Moreover, I don’t believe anyone else could conceive of such an ingenious solution as I did.”
“At last, I’m faced with sothing that completely baffles , no matter how much I rack my brains.”
“If Lord cklen is willing to disclose the secret to , I might spare nier’s life.”
“Ha ha, you can stop wondering, I’m surely going to kill you.”
After Zimrman said this, he even winked at Charles, while exuding the naïveté of a child, the innocence of which, of course, sent chills down one’s spine.
Charles took a deep breath and asked, “Why do you keep calling Lord cklen?”
Zimrman hadn’t expected Charles to change the subject so swiftly and couldn’t help but smile wryly and reply, “My mother, Princess Akso, is about to marry that old man, McClain Brittany.
In any sense, I am the future prince of the Brittany dynasty.
Is it so strange for to address you as Lord cklen?”
“And you should know, my position in the line of succession is not lower than Antonio’s.”
Charles asked this question to ease the pressure of Zimrman’s aggressive aura and to buy ti for himself to think; he believed that Zimrman, at his peak, must have been unmatched in the world, but he didn’t believe a Zimrman restored to the Nineteenth Rank could also be so invincible.
Moreover, the once-invincible Zimrman had also been surrounded and captured alive, hadn’t he?
He and nilman weren’t fighting alone; behind them were Romios, Kresto, and Princess May Guillau.
Their combined strength was surely not inferior to that of Antonio, combined with Axel and the five great royal clan mbers.
He just hadn’t seen an opportunity for a counterattack yet, so he had not called his three allies to join in.
At the sa ti, he was also curious about the Divine level’s four-day challenge that Zimrman had ntioned.
He had recently reviewed notes left by his teacher, Juno, which vaguely suggested several challenges on the path to the Divine level, although Juno was only sure about three of them; the rest were ambiguously described, with various attempts listed but no definitive conclusions.
Zimrman deflected nilman’s Longsword and urged, “Lord cklen, make your choice quickly, nier is getting anxious.”
“I want to know if this secret is more important to you than nier.”
Charles took a deep breath and said, “This secret is not only less significant than Senior nilman, but it’s also not worth a few centis.”
“I had pondered a question back when I was at Sheffield University!”
“What is this universe composed of?”
“Is it mathematics, physics, or the natural world, stars across the cosmos…”
“Of course, we can rule out one incorrect answer right away!”
“And that is…
it definitely isn’t the gods.”
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