I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 199

Chapter 199: The Burning Feather Sword (Conclusion)
Igter was pushed into a desperate situation by the sword intent, and behind him, every inch of the ground was cut by countless sharp swords. He raised his head, his voice echoing in the gale of sword blades, yet he did not retreat a single step.
Oran’s eyes showed confusion as he looked at the young man.
“Are you only fighting for these few girls? I asked you about them before, and your answer was far less decisive than it is now, even resorting to giving up—if it weren’t for that fire phoenix, you would have left long ago.”
“What made you change?”
Igter’s tightly grasped End let out a harsh, trembling sound under the pressure of the sword intent. The unhealed wound on his arm burst open, and more blood seeped out. Igter gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and met Duke Oran’s gaze.
“Lord Oran, I am not afraid to admit my cowardice to you: even though Elishia and the others should not die by your sword due to hatred related to them, I do not believe that adding my own life would bring them any more benefit.”
The black-haired young man supported himself and stood up, his bones making cracking sounds under the heavy pressure. More blood seeped from his already soaked black clothes.
Igter met the gaze of the heroic swordsman who had crossed a hundred years, even though he was now stained with the blood of the Blood Race. The young man’s voice was resolute: “However, here, I have no reason to evade what I can do.”
“You believe you can make a difference now?”
“Lord Oran, you told me from the beginning: this battle depends on will and swordsmanship. Thank you for your teachings.”
Igter paused for a moment, the End, which had pierced Oran’s “severing” will, trembled. In an instant, within the substantial authority, a sliver of a gap was revealed in the young man’s eyes.
“You are—”
Oran’s pupils contracted. Suddenly, the previously dormant flame patterns on End lit up, and the light of the blazing flame flowed, embedding itself like a magnificent color within the luxurious gold, emitting a supremely noble and scorching ripple!
The breath of “flame” poured in like a spring through the torn gap. Oran swung his sword, “severing” striking down, but it could not sever the fiery flame, and he was continuously suppressed!
The ancient and old longsword, under the golden flame, now appeared as a slender and magnificent feathered sword. Igter gripped the sword hilt, and amidst the phoenix cry, a brilliant golden flame surged, burning away the “dissevering” will!
“Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword”—
The exquisite scorching flame slashed across, burning with pure golden flame. Oran’s figure retreated rapidly, but the flame light of the blazing fire also seared through time and space, following like a shadow. Every instant, countless sharp wills were evaporated!
Oran stopped his steps, and the ancient swordsman raised a blood sword. A moment later, the golden feathered sharp sword, ignited with flames, slashed past him, its blade striking with a resonant sound.
Oran halted, his blood-sword, imbued with its source blood, melted by the flames, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground. Igter followed closely, the golden splendor on the End in his right hand quickly faded but was instantly re-covered with brilliant sword light.
“Flowing Light Heavenly Gap,” “Pulling Light of Sun and Moon”—
Three bright sword marks intertwined and struck down. Oran’s body trembled, and blood poured out from the constricting sword wounds on his body. Igter raised his End, and a dense, brilliant sword qi like a star river storm erupted!
“Starflow Sword Qi Slash!”
Time seemed to freeze, and the world was left with only the magnificent and dazzling star sword qi, piercing through from the swordsman’s body.
Oran still tightly grasped the extinguished blood sword, his figure unwavering, standing like an immortal sculpture. He lowered his head, his gaze filled with emotion.
Igter coughed up blood and struggled to stand, but his eyes were incredibly bright. Looking at the tall and imposing Blood Race swordsman before him, he said, “Lord Oran, you lost.”
Even though Oran had been holding back against Igter from the beginning to the end, and even at the last moment, he had not used his sword techniques, but only the authority of “severing,” a battle always had a winner and a loser.
Moreover, this was an unimaginably uneven battle: a legend against Bronze.
Igter slightly lowered his gaze. The End, which had severed the blood sword and struck Oran’s body, had its blazing flames and radiance depleted, and was preparing again.
“I lost,” Oran said.
As the swordsman spoke, the blood sword in Oran’s hand turned into light dust and vanished.
Oran looked at the young man before him, reaching out to push aside the edge of the End. His expression was not angry, but rather one of release. “I had hoped you would defeat me with my sword art, but you borrowed the flames of that maiden. But this is also good.”
Igter nodded. It was indeed at the last moment that he had used Verafia’s flames to burn and suppress Duke Oran’s power, thereby unleashing the final sword move.
Igter had personally witnessed Verafia severing the blood with this golden flame sword. Even though Oran presented the authority of “severing,” there was not much difference.
It could be said that Verafia’s retaining the “Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword” played a crucial role in Igter’s ability to defeat Duke Oran.
“Miss Verafia’s power is truly formidable. Is this also a phoenix’s talent?”
Igter sighed in his heart, but then couldn’t help but ponder, “But why would this little phoenix suddenly give me a talent?”
Igter felt something suspicious for some reason and planned to ask Verafia when he saw her. However, just thinking about the appearance of that little phoenix suddenly made Igter feel timid.
Igter’s eyes shifted back to Duke Oran.
As the forcibly condensed power in his body dissipated, Duke Oran’s figure began to become transparent. This meant that soon, the last traces of this hero, who had achieved great merits in the Demon Race War a hundred years ago, would vanish from this world.
At the same time, the powerful strength that Igter had never dared to hope for was also draining away. However, Igter did not have any significant emotional fluctuations about returning to being a weak Bronze immediately.
Igter’s mindset had always been good. Although he would lament the power bestowed by Duke Oran, the young man did not feel heartbroken.
After all, such power did not truly belong to him, and it was already very good that he could learn sword techniques from Oran.
“Lord Oran, thank you very much for your teachings,” Igter earnestly bowed to the dissipating Duke Oran.
“There is no need for your salutations.”
Duke Oran shook his head slightly, his expression becoming reminiscent. His pale, transparent blood-colored hair blew in the wind, and he spoke calmly.
“I was once Lotte’s sword art teacher, but his achievements far surpassed ours. You are Lotte’s successor, and my original intention was to pass on my sword art to you, not to let it be forgotten in history.”
Igter nodded. He could feel Duke Oran’s intentions.
“It’s just that I never expected your heart to be so strong.”
Duke Oran’s expression became filled with admiration. Clearly, this ancient swordsman greatly praised Igter’s righteous words.
“I said that in just ten years, you would be able to bear my inheritance. But you were able to resist the temptation of directly stepping into Saint Rank and even Legend, solely because of your belief.”
Igter’s eyes suddenly widened.
Wait, old man, what did you just say? Directly to Saint Rank and Legend?
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The fight is over. There should be about three to four chapters of concluding plot.