I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Chapter 112 Battle of Ancient Ruins (3)
Oran stepped in front of Ig, and the battle sword, enveloped in blood-red light, exuded an extremely cold and fierce aura. The moment it appeared, it froze the cracked and broken ground into blood-ice gravel, and in the next moment, it was sliced through by the extremely sharp blade along with space, landing before Ig!
The black-haired young man tightly grasped the End and raised it in defense.
The two swords clashed, leaving silence in space. Even the sound of the collision was cut into nothingness by the extremely sharp sword intent the moment it appeared. Filaments of imperceptible ripples, amidst rapidly jumping colors and markings, annihilated each other’s attacks!
Elishia, who had struggled to her feet and stood in front of Charle, was hit by the surging ripples in space, directly carrying the two young girls behind her and smashing them over a hundred meters away before falling heavily.
Elishia coughed up a mouthful of blood heavily, but her golden beautiful eyes still fell on the black-haired young man standing in front of the cold light and blood-red wind-howling sword qi, full of disbelief.
Under the glow of blood, the ancient swordsman’s blade, raised and slashed, tore through the sky, about to sever this world. However, the somewhat slender black-haired young man stood firmly on the ground, the End blocking the blood sword that was slashing down.
The blood-fire color reflected on the ground, minutely but crazily jumping. Every trace of alteration reflected on matter represented an attack against the End. The sword light on the End swayed uncontrollably in the gale, but it was not severed by the blade.
Ig’s azure blue eyes looked at Oran’s face beneath his blood-silken long hair, and then met his gaze. The colors of the sky seemed to split into two halves, secretly surging, about to stir up terrifying waves.
“It has nothing to do with your power,” Ig understood why Oran had said such a thing.
Ig’s palm gripped the hilt of the End tightly, and an endless, extremely powerful force continued to surge in.
Even for Ig, this power, which far surpassed his limits and was enough to rival Saint Rank, should have felt unfamiliar even if he wielded it. However, it seemed like the flame left by Verafia before, every filament fitting his consciousness, as if it were an extension of his own arm.
“So that’s how it is.”
Ig knew clearly that the power surging into his body originated from the decomposing sky and earth, meaning it was Duke Oran’s own power.
The End vibrated and struck the blood sword’s blade. Duke Oran slashed back, his straight blade instantly cutting a smooth cross-section in space. Silent airflow surged in but was instantly annihilated.
The rapidly colliding blades erupted with an impact that completely annihilated the surrounding space. However, the sounds of rapid intersections were so dense that they could not be completely erased, projecting overlapping intense noises onto the material plane.
Blade Drawing Light, Severing Slash, White Blade Light Slash, Steel-Breaking Sword Technique, Flowing Sword…
Duke Oran’s slashing blade fell into Ig’s eyes. In every instant, thousands of different complex sword technique names would appear. The End responded with corresponding changes almost simultaneously.
Elishia, watching intently from a great distance, had her wide golden eyes filled with utter disbelief.
As the only daughter of a Saint Rank powerhouse, Elishia, known as the Golden Flower, not only had exceptional talent in divine arts and swordsmanship, but as the most renowned young girl on the entire continent, her knowledge was naturally not lacking.
In the battles of peerless powerhouses, even if the energy levels were similar, if one did not possess corresponding swordsmanship, rules, or magic, the outcome would still be a complete crushing.
And in Elishia’s eyes, Duke Oran’s swordsmanship was so profound that she could barely see any traces of it, far more ferocious than any Saint Swordsman she had ever seen… Elishia could even be certain that among the sword masters of the same rank in this era, only a handful could cope with such legendary swordsmanship.
However, this young man named Ig could actually cope, and even showed no obvious disadvantage!
Elishia blinked hard, wondering if she was mistaken.
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The vibrating End resisted the sharp slash of the blood blade. Fierce sword qi sliced the space around Ig into fragments; Duke Oran, with his blood-red eyes, looked on indifferently, stepped forward again, raised his sword, and slashed down. A line of cold light directly fell in front of the black-haired young man.
Ig raised his eyes, his azure blue pupils reflecting the swordsman’s attack.
Space seemed to stagnate, and the sharp, piercing sword light seemed to be reduced to a flat, de-dimensionalized scene, with every change in sword technique being cut and frozen before Ig’s eyes.
Ig’s End, which he grasped, pulled up and slashed into the descending cold light.
Duke Oran’s offensive was like the surging tide of a vast sea, but at this moment, it paused, forcibly contained. Oran’s gaze fell on Ig, who had grasped the blade again and stood firm. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
“Lott’s disciple… your ‘talent’ is even more powerful than I imagined.”
Ig took a breath for a moment and saluted sincerely, saying, “Senior, thank you for your teaching.”
Just now, compared to a Blood Race member, this legendary hero was more like a swordsman. He had only displayed swordsmanship and had not used his bloodline authority as the Progenitor of the Blood Race.
More than a battle, it was like teaching Ig.
The impartation from Duke Oran was not only improving Ig’s physical strength but also increasing his spiritual power’s strength and total amount to a terrifying degree.
In fact, Ig even suspected that perhaps even Saint Ranks, legends, and that little phoenix could not reach such a vast spiritual power, as vast as a sea of stars.
Therefore, Ig was able to apply his “Appraisal” to the more fundamental level of Duke Oran’s swordsmanship, rather than just being confined to superficial responses.
In the brief moments of swordplay, thousands upon thousands of swords techniques were presented and then understood in Ig’s eyes, even more than what masters famous for their swordsmanship knew in their entire lives.
The result of this was more importantly that Ig could imitate, learn, and even master them.
Ig appraised himself.
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Name: Ig
Innate Talent: Appraisal, Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword
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Swordsmanship: Blade Drawing Light Lv44, Severing Edge Lv39, White Blade Light Slash Lv41, Steel-Breaking Sword Technique Lv55, Flowing Sword Lv46, Moon Cut Style Lv29…
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Not only had Duke Oran previously displayed swordsmanship, but Ig’s basic swordsmanship was also steadily improving. Moreover, the Starflow Sword Qi Slash, which Verafia had disliked many times in the past month, was also improving steadily through analogy!
It was precisely because of this that Ig was so grateful.
Duke Oran’s blood-red eyes landed on the young man, and he said, “If you can win, the inheritance of my swordsmanship will belong to you. Otherwise, you will only perish.”
As soon as his voice fell, the extinguished sword intent suddenly became sharp and bright!
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Why didn’t the Male Protagonist die? Hmm… it’s all because he’s too weak! (Confirmed)