The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 191 - 13 The Strong Ones_2

Chapter 191: Chapter 13: The Strong Ones_2

Chapter 191 -13: The Strong Ones_2

Although this was merely a sparring session as normal as any other, to the two parties involved, it was hardly different from a duel. The only distinction was whether the final blow was meant to kill the opponent.

As a halo of blue-gray light began to rise above Solonberg, Komer realized that, in the fight with Ilot, the latter had not shown his true strength.

The strength that the seemingly idle Dark Knight displayed at this moment within Damarlinsk Castle might just be the true power hidden behind his usually indifferent facade.

The splendid Knight’s Sword, as if infected, saw the entire halo immediately extend to the blade and unto the tip, producing a glittering afterglow. A faint blue glimmer leapt from the flat of the raised sword. The fluttering knight’s cape, following the continual rise in Fighting Qi, took on a unique floating form. At the moment when the halo reached its zenith, the Knight’s Sword suddenly shattered, transforming into countless fractured shards of light, erupting with unstoppable momentum.

The air suddenly became intensely cold, and even Komer could feel the space distorting and fissuring due to the congregation of elements.

This was the early manifestation of Fighting Qi materializing, and Komer knew that his guidance had allowed them to break through one bottleneck and surge toward another, higher boundary.

Strictly speaking, Solonberg was not truly a Dark Knight. If one were to judge solely by the blue-gray Fighting Qi he displayed, it should be classified as Cold Fighting Energy.

This neutral fighting qi, akin to Ice Magic, possessed its own brilliant nuances. The chilling Fighting Qi could inflict a direct heavy blow while simultaneously casting a cold influence on the opponent. It was difficult to determine the superiority of Fighting Qi by attribute alone, as each type could also be cultivated to the level of a Sacred and Demonic Warrior.

Just as there was no restriction in cultivating magic, the door to becoming a Holy Mage was open to every mage—it depended on whether one could reach the ultimate level.

The dark purple halo that spiraled around Solonberg unambiguously indicated that his protective enchantment belonged to dark series magic, and the special properties of Dark Magic determined the true nature of a knight.

This was the first time Komer had witnessed the true display of Fighting Qi so closely. A howl arose suddenly, like a squall brought by the eye of a storm, colliding with the rising dark silhouette.

Vladimir Koff watched with a cold gaze as the opponent’s momentum grew stronger.

Being old rivals, Vladimir Koff naturally knew his opponent’s capabilities, just as the opponent knew his. But still, he hadn’t expected that Solonberg would have made such a substantial increase in strength in just one month. Just from the degree of condensation of the halo, Vladimir Koff could determine that his opponent had crossed from the third to the fourth tier of the Martial Arts Hierarchy.

And one month ago, Vladimir Koff was well aware that the other party was still wandering in the confusion of the third tier. Could it really be that the fellow sitting on the side, watching with excited eyes as if watching a circus, possessed such a lofty vision?

Vladimir Koff was not willing to admit this deep down, but his conscience had already told him the truth—indeed, if it wasn’t for the seemingly clueless Lord’s guidance on Dark Fighting Qi, his own Dark Fighting Qi would still be struggling at the third tier.

A strong individual’s guidance can be pivotal for practitioners searching for a path out of a maze. Although daily cultivation is the foundation, taking the right path can save a warrior countless amounts of time, especially after reaching the Martial Arts Realm. The improvement in the opponent’s strength also proved this point—the Lord, seemingly harmless sitting on the side, was the real master, a true force to be reckoned with. Why the Lord acted so strangely, however, remained quite puzzling.

The gusting wind that hit his face was so sharp that Vladimir Koff’s cheeks hurt abnormally. Ordinary flesh would have been lacerated by such wind knives made of Fighting Qi, but this was far from enough to change Vladimir Koff’s expression. Within flickering shadows, it was the looming darkness that required him to exert all his strength.

Enveloped by the Dark Fighting Qi, the shadow of the sword in his hand transformed into a sinister Sword Qi. The black mist coiling around the blade refused to be dispelled, adding an even more terrifying and ghostly aura to the pitch-black Vladimir Koff. He suddenly rose into a volley, evading the sweeping Sword Qi. With three consecutive strikes of his left hand on the blade, the sword shadow abruptly turned into countless streams of dark energy that scattered outwards, striking directly at the opponent who was already rushing in from below, firmly locking onto the central figure swaying below.

The resounding clash of Sword Qi instantly enveloped Solonberg in the raging epicenter of the storm. It seemed as though every wisp of dark shadow aimed straight for his vital points, with the chilling intent piercing deep into his heart. He raised his hand and, with a gentle pull, easily shifted the attack’s direction. The overwhelming Sword Qi met the rising dark energy from the ground, sparking countless glints of fire.

“Chink, chink, chink, chink,” the continuous clinking echoed through the space, the clear sound of swords generating numerous vibration waves that spread outwards. The earth, with the two men at its center, rippled with countless soil patterns before grinding to a halt. The flat ground slowly rose with a layer of dust, like rolling clouds, ascending slowly and gradually enveloping the feet of the two men who had already landed and steadied themselves.

A trace of surprise flickered across Solonberg’s resolute face, and Vladimir Koff’s pale cheeks bore the same expression.

An earth-shattering strike!

For a long time, the mist of darkness dispersed quietly from Solonberg’s body, while on the other side, the thin frost atop the white-haired knight likewise transformed into mist.

With that single strike, Vladimir Koff not only unleashed his Dark Fighting Qi but also cast the long-planned Dark Binding, while Solonberg countered with “Frost Arrival,” a simple Ice Magic spell that he channeled through his Knight’s Sword directly into his opponent’s body without restraint.

Solonberg was certain that until his own Dark Binding was broken, the opponent would remain frozen in place by his Ice Magic, unable to move.

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It’s a pity that although he thought he was assured of victory after his power increase, he didn’t expect his opponent’s strength to rise to a level comparable to his own. It seemed this battle would continue indefinitely before a winner could be determined.

Komer was likewise captivated by the duel between the two knights. The Soul-branding technique of Kennifer III seemed to ignite, fueled by the sparks from the opponents’ flamboyant strike in the air, suddenly burning away the dense fog that had always shrouded a corner of Komer’s memory. Scenes of countless battles flooded into Komer’s brain like a tidal wave, unfolding like the most perfect nightmare within the realm of his mind.

Komer had no idea when the two Dark Knights had left; he stood alone in the wilderness, gazing straight ahead, seemingly merging with the earth itself, even the pulse of the earth’s breath seemed to be in rhythm with his own.

This state lasted for an indeterminate length of time, and it wasn’t until the afterglow of sunset slowly descended that Komer, like awakening from a profound dream, returned to the world.

With the sun set, the wilderness was tranquil, and the now clear-headed Komer tried to preserve the original state, the leaping breath within his heart allowing him to experience the charm of the powerful once again. Although it lasted only a brief moment, it would be eternally treasured in the corner of his soul.

Immobile, Komer meditated in silence, as only in this way could he savor every moment of the dream in detail. Drip by drip, like a babbling spring, it irrigated his parched heartland. Weighty memories can sometimes be a burden, yet also the fermenting yeast for brewing wine. One’s life journey being completely replicable is one person’s fortune, but whether it is a blessing or a curse for another may depend entirely on their own insight.