Chapter 116 Sword Intent
The blood sword slashed and collided with the End, and Ig was heavily struck and fell to the ground. The young man propped himself up with his left hand, blood constantly flowing from the corner of his lips, and his raised blue eyes fixed on the sword light that followed closely behind.
Duke Oran had unleashed his authority, but it was the first time Ig had felt such a tangible sense of power that transcended the mundane—a will called “severance.”
As its name suggested, it sliced through all obstacles like a sharp sword, whether it was Dou Qi, magic, combat skills, or even swordsmanship and vitality. Everything that existed was merely a thin piece of paper before it.
Ig should have been cut into pieces by this sharp will, but the authority of “severance” shattered into pieces the moment it seeped into his body.
Duke Oran’s sword fell with a roar. Ig stood up and blocked it. The immense force sent him retreating again, his boot soles tearing a long crack in the ground. Ig thrust out the End with a backhand grip.
“Senior Oran, do you still want me to learn? What are you thinking?”
“I asked for your opinion. Since you are facing my blade, young man, you have no choice but to face it.”
The swordsman did not dodge and raised his arm guard to block the End. The sword intent that instantly spread along it shattered the sharpness of the End, and he struck down with a straight sword.
Ig endured a heavy blow head-on. The immense force transmitted from the sword hilt almost broke his bones. Ig’s expression was painful as he thought, If I didn’t have to worry about that little phoenix, I would have run away already.
But he also clearly felt that the swordsman before him had no intention of intentionally driving him to his death. Ig could vaguely guess that even if the power of the City of Blood was depleted and completely collapsed, he would likely be fine.
But like this…
Ig could not help but glance sideways slightly. Although he could not see clearly in the blood shadows that whizzed around Duke Oran, the presence of those young ladies was real. Although he did indeed chicken out before…
The icy sword edge manifested in the dark blood shadow. Ig gritted his teeth hard and straightened the End to meet it.
Oran’s sword shadows were continuous, and Ig had to return to a defensive stance. Countless abstruse streams of light turned into sword shadows, blooming gorgeously, but they were merely submerged by a simple line.
“Golden Wood Sword, no matter how gorgeous the runes are, they are merely decorations. You know in your heart that imitating my swordsmanship is not enough to defeat me, even if you display Lott’s swordsmanship. Authority transcends the mundane.”
Duke Oran casually drew a cluster of sword cuts, speaking indifferently.
“Only authority can counter authority. You have a chance.”
“A chance, to learn your authority?”
Ig gritted his teeth. He knew in his heart that at this moment, the swordsmanship displayed by Duke Oran was far from the mysterious and magnificent it was before. It could even be said to be the most basic cuts and chops, but even so, it easily shattered his defenses.
Only authority can counter authority… Ig also felt that it was quite reasonable, but how was he supposed to learn it?
Ig reluctantly used his talent. What fell into his eyes was only an ordinary line, and the will that suddenly seeped out tore the vision in his eyes into pieces. Ig closed his eyes, and crimson blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Duke Oran did not speak, but continued to attack with order. Ig blocked with his sword blade in front of him and took a step back, enduring the pain in his blood-soaked eyes. He clearly felt that the last intact piece of sky had appeared with a crack.
“Authority…”
Ig wiped the blood from his eyes, and suddenly, with a fierce resolve, he began to attack without defending, allowing Duke Oran’s sword intent to pierce his body continuously. The blood flowing from his wounds soaked his black clothes.
Duke Oran’s eyes showed a slightly strange light, but the descending sword blade remained unchanged.
“By personally coming into contact with my blade like this, and then learning? No, it must be said that this is indeed a method. But, Ig, are you really not worried that I will kill you?”
As he lost blood, Ig’s face became paler and paler, but he gritted his lips and did not reply.
Just as Duke Oran had said, Ig was betting that the other party would not kill him. But this was also a choice he had no other option but to make. Other than experiencing Oran’s sword intent up close through his flesh and blood again and again, and then trying to imitate it with his body, Ig had no idea how to deal with the other party’s authority.
The will of “severance” continuously stacked in the air. The black-haired young man raised his azure eyes, and the End became sharper and sharper, but the condensed will was repeatedly cut off.
Each fracture brought a pain that was hundreds to thousands of times more intense than being cut by flesh and blood. Ig grunted painfully between his teeth, his wrists trembling instinctively, but he quickly tightened them again and swung his sword edge straight forward.
The sword light that Ig slashed out was undoubtedly cut off by Oran’s sword intent. The Blood Race swordsman’s eyes showed admiration, but undoubtedly, the realization that Ig could hardly be called even skin deep had an almost infinite gap compared to Oran’s thousand-refined will.
Under Ig’s almost frenzied attack, time flowed like lightning, and days and nights passed in an instant, yet it also seemed frozen at the moment the young man first drew his sword.
Ig suddenly pulled back the attacking End and raised his eyes. His face was pale, but the azure color in his eyes seemed to pierce through time and space, shining with clarity.
Duke Oran looked at him strangely. The entire space and time fell silent at this moment, and a bright sword light was raised from bottom to top.
In an instant, the gap between time and space was filled with sharp light and then shattered. The straight sword light fell on the swordsman’s face the next moment, and a strand of blood-colored hair was cut off by the whistling sound of the blood sword.
“Lott’s successor, you are very good.”
Oran raised his face, and the End that fell before him stopped in its tracks. Beside him, the stream of sword intent quickly spread, and then an invisible sword cut off Ig’s attack.
The swordsman took a step forward, his gaze falling on Ig. “I just can’t understand why you are so aggressive. You would naturally have enough time to comprehend in ten years, so why take such a risk?”
The materialized will cut like a sword, and Ig blocked it. The End trembled heavily.
“Senior Oran… ten years is too long. The power in this world of yours has long been depleted. It will completely collapse within ten moves!”
The young man still had no intention of defending. The sword blade had just trembled when he thrust it straight forward!
Oran’s condensed will to attack as a sword was held back by him. It did not split Ig in two, but a narrow gap was pierced by the young man’s sword intent.
Oran frowned and reached out his finger to grasp the edge of the End.
“Just like this…? Even if this place is destroyed, I can still protect you in the void. And you don’t need to worry about that Fire Phoenix.”
The sword blade that Ig pressed down forcefully remained motionless in Duke Oran’s hand. The young man raised his azure eyes and met the Duke’s gaze, without any sign of evasion.
“Senior Oran, in this world of yours, it’s not just me and the Young Lady.”
