Chapter 184 Chapter 102 Sword of Division
After being severely injured by Miss Verafia, Duke Oran’s power was far from what it was when he could easily break the Sacred Sword with his bare hands. Even the upper limit of his energy reaction was only comparable to Platinum.
As the progenitor of the Blood Race, his authority and agile blood power were as fragile as paper under the flame of End left by Verafia, easily cut and burned to ashes.
All he had to rely on was his will as Oran Solensk. However, Igter doubted if the Blood Race swordsman, with his extremely dim and almost indiscernible, rational and active pupils, could even stand with his sword.
No, even if he still possessed his former consciousness, he would not be able to resist further under absolute power suppression.
Igter judged. In this instant, End, carrying the brilliant gold blazing flame, fell to the ground. The igniting golden light melted all the dark red blood around it. At this moment, Duke Oran’s body showed no reaction.
Unless… in the sword in his hand.
Igter’s heart suddenly felt a sense of alarm.
“Wait, his swordsmanship—”
Oran Solensk’s body seemed ignited by a golden solar flame. Only the blade of his sword retained a crimson hue, but in that fleeting moment, the scarlet color remaining on the blood sword fell away, leaving behind the dark, cold, and gloomy metallic gleam.
Igter’s eyes widened. Just by seeing the cold light emanating from the other’s sword, he felt as if he himself was facing this blade!
“Sword of Division!”
Before, after the leader of the Bloodwind Blade, Claude, attacked the White Armored Swordsman, the latter had murmured these words.
Although Claude’s previous sword skill attack was completely different from Oran’s simple and direct sword slash, this word subconsciously surfaced in Igter’s mind.
The cold light of the blade, as the blood light receded, cut through the burning flames. In an instant, Igter felt an incredibly sharp sword intent that easily cut through anything blocking it, descending with unstoppable force!
“Boom!”
End clashed with the dark sword edge, emitting a rapidly vibrating tremor that almost made Igter drop his sword hilt. The young man gritted his teeth tightly, then turned his wrist and pressed his blade, forced to block it in front of him.
Then, the broken blade edge passed through, striking the back of the sword again. On the End sword, the flowing golden flames surged like a turbulent wave, but under this icy sword intent, they were exposed and cracked, revealing the true sword blade.
“Such swordsmanship… is it to cut through everything? No, that’s not right…”
Igter gritted his teeth and stood firm against the descending sword light. In his pupils, he saw Duke Oran’s simple, straight sword strike.
However, within these extremely concise lines, Igter could fully perceive thousands of completely incomprehensible compositions, combined to form this fleeting cold light, cleaving and dividing anything that obstructed it!
Even with End blocking him, Igter felt as if he was almost severed by everything!
“Bang.”
End, raised to block, descended with a trembling sound as if it couldn’t bear the weight. Igter raised his head forcefully. The flames in the air were all shattered by the sword light. With no light or energy obstructing his view, Igter saw Duke Oran’s face clearly for the first time.
The dust of time had ground him down, and although only the solitary bright crimson pupil was about to extinguish, Igter felt an extreme sharpness in his will.
The sword in Igter’s hand vibrated. The sword intent pressed by the opponent almost cut him in half. But in an instant, this “artistic conception” that seemed to cut through everything disappeared.
In the vast sky, an ice-blue dragon shadow swooped down. The surrounding air rapidly froze. The light in the swordsman’s eyes flashed, and the descending blade was raised.
Ophiuchus’s slender and graceful dragon tail swept out, sending Igter, who was below her, flying several meters away. Then, with a roar, she collided with the blade swung by the Blood Sword Swordsman.
“Boom!”
Countless hard ice crystals instantly condensed but were immediately shattered by the spreading blood thorns. The collision between the dragon’s body and the straight sword edge erupted with astonishing impact.
Igter coughed violently for a long time before he could grab his sword and barely get up from the ground. He pressed down on End forcefully, and the straight sword edge still retained its scorching flames.
“Was that the little princess of the Ice Dragon just now?”
Igter thought. In an instant, where the cold ice and the surging blood light collided, the Frost Dragon was knocked back by the impact, but in a flash, it transformed into a figure of a young girl in exquisite ice armor in mid-air.
“Bang!”
The gorgeous ice crystal dragon spear was inserted into the ground. Ophiuchus’s long boots stepped on the ground, and the friction of sliding produced sparks, stopping the powerful kinetic energy of her body.
“Your name is Igter, right! You could create that kind of attack just now… and Duke Oran’s attack earlier, I didn’t dare to receive it, but you withstood it… No wonder my father King would pay so much attention to you!”
The girl raised her delicate little face and blinked her long eyelashes over her big eyes, looking at the dusty human boy beside her with curiosity.
The Ice Dragon Girl’s tone still sounded a bit soft and shy, but there was more curiosity than anything else.
Igter was surprised. He had originally thought that it was because of Miss Phoenix beside him that this pampered dragon princess had followed them all the way, but from her words, it was because of him?
Even a legendary existence like Black Flame Dragon King Genhode had noticed him!
Igter felt a sense of shock, similar to being told by the Empire’s Prime Minister that His Majesty the Emperor was his father. However, he quickly suppressed his shock.
“Your Highness, you flatter me…”
However, before Igter could finish speaking, the Ice Dragon Girl beside him slightly frowned: “The title ‘Your Highness’ sounds so awkward. How about you call me Little Fei, like Eris!”
The girl raised her little head, her big eyes shining, and spoke in a soft, high-pitched voice.
Igter was slightly stunned, then smiled.
Although he had guessed that this little princess was easy to talk to, he hadn’t expected her to be such a soft little girl, with no trace of the arrogance of dragons.
Hmm, wasn’t she much better than his own Young Lady’s willful demeanor?
Since that little phoenix wasn’t around, Igter privately poked fun at himself without restraint.
“Just now, I was only borrowing Miss Verafia’s power.”
As Igter spoke, he raised his gaze again and saw Duke Oran behind the girl, slowly standing up from the vast icy smoke, holding his battle sword.
“And Duke Oran’s sword intent earlier also disintegrated on its own. Besides, if it weren’t for Little Fei saving me, I would have been cut in half by that sword.”
