Chapter 392 Chapter 186 Severing the Sun Fire (Part 1)
The dazzling Sun Fire pierced deep gouges into the ground. The sun’s flame burning on the Golden Sacred Sword had pushed Ig to the brink of despair.
With one sword strike against the End, Ig was sent flying directly more than ten meters away, falling to the ground and coughing up blood heavily.
However, Ig did not dare to hesitate even for a moment. Propping himself up with his left hand and holding his sword, he shifted his stance, and the next moment, a beam-like sword qi descended. The high temperature instantly melted the solid rock and then directly evaporated it.
“Young Master Ig, you have evaded my attacks several times already—and, the sword in your hand, it doesn’t seem as ordinary as it looks.”
Douglas’s light laughter reached him, and the sword light in his hand did not slow down as it descended.
“Boom!”
The dazzling sword strike almost melted the solid rock of the entire arena.
The black-haired youth stubbornly stood up, holding his sword.
Ig squeezed his eyes tightly, which were hurting from the glare, and upon reopening them, his azure pupils once again faced Douglas, who was walking towards him like the sun.
Just as Douglas had said, his ability to hold on until now was entirely due to his innate talent for insight; and the sword in his hand was not only an inheritance from Lothel but also, in these past few days, Ig had vaguely felt that to strengthen the End, even Verafia had paid a considerable price.
Otherwise, with the opponent’s attacks, even a Platinum Rank weapon would undoubtedly be easily cut and melted into molten iron!
Douglas’s casual vertical sword qi hissed as it descended. Ig gritted his teeth fiercely, and the End he suddenly raised resisted under the crashing sword light. He was once again directly dragged to the edge of the arena and crashed heavily against the vertical wall.
“However, Young Master Ig, although there is something amazing about you… unfortunately, your power is still too far from mine.”
The sunlight flowed, and Douglas walked step by step, looking at the weak Ig who had barely stood up from the ruins. He suddenly turned his battle sword again and said with a smile.
“However, from you… I suddenly had a guess, I wonder if it is correct?”
…Guess?
A bolt of lightning seemed to strike Ig’s slightly dizzy mind. His eyes shot up, and he saw a suddenly stern smile on Douglas’s face.
At the same moment, the numerous sun sword qi Douglas had just slashed onto the ground suddenly rose up and formed a curtain of suns like a sea of fire in mid-air, covering and crushing Ig below!
“Sever!”
The “Insight” in his pupils was almost used to the extreme under the “True Eye.” The End he suddenly raised instantly tore through the curtain of flames.
But the smile on Douglas’s face did not diminish at all. He suddenly tightened his grip on the Sun Flame Sacred Sword.
In an instant, the abundant light in the entire world seemed to boil at this moment. The divine power of the sun flickered, and the intense prestige was like a surging sea. Every inch of burning light was heavier than mercury, carrying extremely high temperatures as it attacked Ig!
“Boom!”
Gale and air were all ignited, and the flame light illuminated the entire twilight sky, as if the sun had reappeared. Even the overflowing aftershocks made it difficult for the audience around the arena to bear, and several Saint Rank individuals were forced to release their domains to prevent the ripples from spreading.
“My, my. This Surtur truly lives up to being the embodiment of the sun. Even the chosen ones he finds are like this. And at the first move, it’s light pollution…”
Amidst the sound of the wind rendered by the scorching sun flame, a delicate girl’s voice was as melodious and pleasant as a nightingale’s song.
The girl’s pure white skirt corner was stirred by the golden wind, revealing a hint of tender white skin. Above her exquisite small boots, her graceful and slender, finely woven legs were like porcelain jade. The girl rested one slender hand on her chin, her shimmering golden eyes looking with interest at Douglas, who held the Golden Sacred Sword, and Ig, who was trapped in the sun flame storm.
The sound of the golden flame wind touched her long eyelashes, causing her to blink slightly. Then, she extended her fair and slender fingertips and gently pulled a strand of silk-like golden hair blown by the flame wind. Her exposed snowy, beautiful face appeared even more gorgeous and pure under the golden sunlight.
She suddenly turned her little face forcefully, and the girl’s crisp, silver bell-like voice rang out in the air again:
“Hmph, hey, but this guy Ig, being able to last until now against Douglas, this is something this young lady did not expect.”
“Douglas, as the Sun God’s Chosen… I’ve only heard talk of such matters. I didn’t expect he would reveal it in front of Ig.”
A slightly deep middle-aged man’s voice appeared beside the girl. Then, a figure clad in a black robe walked up to her. His slightly raised pupils also looked at the black-haired youth in the storm, and his usually calm face revealed a rare smile of relief.
The middle-aged man suddenly smiled at the delicate and beautiful, but clearly more radiant girl beside him:
“When Ig first told me he wanted to challenge Douglas, I thought it was just the boy’s obsession… I didn’t expect he could reach this point. It seems this boy has benefited greatly from Miss Vera’s side.”
“Heh heh. This guy is this young lady’s attendant, so it’s only right to teach him a thing or two!”
The girl proudly raised her little face and smiled charmingly. Like silk, her golden silk hair slid between her delicate skin.
As if talking about that young man, a moving smile appeared on the girl’s exquisite, jade-like little face. She slightly turned her golden eyes, her gaze drifting as she looked at Ig.
These two were naturally Verafia and Duke Mays, who had returned to the Black Knight Castle from the Marquis’s mansion. However, the girl and the Marquis did not reveal their identities immediately but watched from the side.
At this moment, Douglas drew his battle sword, and the golden light screen he released faintly receded. Under the Sun God’s power, terrifying high temperatures were wildly burning the ground and the damaged buildings, but the black-haired youth at the center had not fallen.
For Marquis Mays, such a thing was also extremely incredible. However…
Marquis Mays turned to look at the exquisite and flawless, art-like face of the girl beside him, a smile hanging on the corner of his lips. He suddenly said:
“Even though Douglas used the power of the God’s Chosen mark, he did not defeat Ig in one fell swoop… I wonder if it’s because of the power Miss Vera left in his body back then?”
“Of course!”
Verafia’s crisp voice replied. Crossing her arms, she tilted her pretty little head coquettishly, and the brilliance flowed in her gorgeous golden eyes: “Although this Douglas truly has Surtur’s divine power… how can that Sun Goddess compare to this young lady?”
As the girl’s crisp words fell, she raised her snowy face again. Her delicate fingertips scratched the silk-like golden hair, and the gorgeous eyes, like flowing golden flames, rippled.
“Hmm, this guy should be almost done… Say, Eggesti, I won’t chat with you anymore! This young lady is leaving first!”
Her voice paused slightly, and without waiting for the Marquis’s reply, Verafia turned her little head, the tips of her golden hair brushing through the air, and then turned to hurry down.
As if in sync with her cheerful mood, the girl’s slightly high heels made crisp, rhythmic sounds on the stone slab.
Marquis Mays looked at the girl’s retreating figure, shook his head with a smile, retracted his thoughts, and his gaze returned to the overall situation.
—
The fierce wind of the sun flame dissipated, and the overheated air turned the entire arena, which was more than enough to withstand Platinum or even Crystal Rank battles, into a ruin.
However, opposite the tall and handsome youth, who was like clad in golden divine armor, in the eyes of everyone, the boy, who was thought to be burned to ashes or at least heavily injured, still stubbornly appeared in everyone’s sight.
Ig gripped the End tightly and laboriously raised his face.
The ice-frost dragon armor on his body was as thin as paper, torn to shreds by Douglas’s light, with traces of blood scorched and evaporated remaining.
Despite his extremely disheveled and miserable appearance, seemingly like a candle in the wind, Ig had not suffered any severe or fatal injuries.
Ig gripped the End. The moment Douglas’s attack descended, he clearly felt: a scorching and brilliant power, which was quite familiar to him, surged from his blood.
“This power is…”
Ig’s thoughts flickered in his pupils.
A sound broke the extremely silent atmosphere, scorched by heat, in the entire space.
Douglas’s footsteps sounded on the arena, which was like a ruin. Behind him, the Sun’s great power had not yet dissipated; instead, it continued to absorb the power of the sun in the entire space, hanging upside down behind the youth, like a corona.
Although Douglas’s previous attack had not knocked Ig down, the youth knew clearly that this did not mean the opponent’s efforts were in vain. Instead, it was a prelude to accumulating the radiance of the sun flame in the entire space, even accumulating it to the limit in his hands.
Ig could fully judge that the curtain of flames and the tsunami-like magnificent attack just now were more like Douglas’s preparation and accumulation for the next assault. Even the power that resonated and flowed in the sun flame sacred sword burning in his hand was Douglas’s true trump card.
“As expected.”
Douglas’s voice came. The youth stopped his steps. The place where he stood was less than ten meters away from Ig, but he did not attack immediately. Instead, he wore a smile of praise on his face:
“Although… Young Master Ig has never used such power, I still felt a magnificent and sacred power under my Burning Sun Sacred Sword just now. This feeling is very difficult to fake.”
Ig’s pupils suddenly shrank.
The dazzling golden particles in the air were stirred like golden gauze, and the youth’s blood-gold eyes fell on the black-haired youth.
Although in the eyes of others, Douglas’s gaze was as gentle as jade, even filled with admiration for the youth, Ig distinctly felt an extremely intense killing intent, making him feel as if he were facing ice and snow.
Douglas’s voice came: “Young Master Ig, you are also a God’s Chosen.”
