Chapter 277: Bairong, Master of Dual Saber Arts

Now.

"Tuey, we have arrived," said Lyon with his arms crossed. There was no shred of fear coming out of his figure. His breathing was calm, so calm to the point of frightening.

Tuey looked up to the figure beside her after she noticed all the boats destroyed within the shoreline and not one piece was left untouched. The burning flame was stopped by a mere sweep of his arm. She gulped as she recalled no such being ever existed in her mind. This was the first time she saw someone so powerful that even nature bow.

Standing alone inside the enemy's territory without any preparation at all. People would call him a madman since not even an idiot would do such a thing.

"Look up Tuey!"

His shout made her startled before he continued, "The people that framed you, they are here."

Tuey looked at the distance that Lyon pointed out with his face, but she couldn't see the people on top of the balcony clearly.

The dual saber, Rue and Lue, were trembling in Bairong's hands. His face grinned before Mara interjected, "Are you going to—"

"Of course!" shouted Bairong as he prepared to leap over directly to the shore.

"Tch! Fine, let's see how strong he is, but be cautious, he must not be alone,"

"No, he is alone, with a weak demi-human on his side but she doesn't have any sufficient strength so you need not worry," said King Loewe.

"Be careful Bairong," said Grandmaster Poh before he continued, "The fact that he is here, Gutee might be dead already."

The old assassin raised a vital point that made Bairong gritted his teeth, "then that's even more so!"

Bairong finally leaped over the balcony and plunged himself straight toward the shoreline with one single jump. His figure broke the air as he crossed his saber in front of him.

Lyon smirked, "Listen Tuey!"

"Huh?"

"When life hits you, sometimes, no, almost always of the time, you gotta hit back! Hit it back with a smile!"

Lyon closed his eyes as took a deep breath that silenced his surrounding before he muttered, "feast the blood of your enemies..."

"Too late, you cocky bastard!" shouted Bairong before his pupils immediately shrunken.

"Scarlet..." Lyon opened his eyes with a grin on his smile before he casually swung the sword forward.

The two of them clashed. Two sabers against one sword. The mana around them was disrupted greatly as each of the wielders not backing down. However, as inexperienced as Tuey was, she knew who had the power over whom.

(This older brother, he didn't even bend his knees but his stand is as still as a mountain!).

Bairong gritted his teeth before he somersaulted back a good distance from him. Landing on his two feet on the sand he faced his enemy that was clearly a younger man. He refused to believe that such a thing exist, he had outworked everyone in the kingdom. He was the best of the best, yet in the duel of swords and sabers, they were equal.

"You are skill—"

His pupils shrunken as Lyon was already one step left from him. (This bastard!) thought Bairong as he quickly jumped away.

"You call yourself a swordsman?!" shouted Bairong.

"Hey you forgot your forearms," said Lyon with a smirk.

"What?!"

Mara, Grandmaster Poh, and King Loewe, all of them had their eyebrows furrowed. Their best swordsman was armless just like that.

Mara in particular was pissed off than the others. He thought the enemy would just be some blossoming idiot. However, things were more difficult than he would have expected.

(What's happening here! He is just a peak Divine Realm goddammit! He is the same as all of us!).

"You two, kill him at once," said King Loewe before Mara answered, "Gladly!"

Grandmaster Poh nodded before he disappeared from everyone's sight, blending with the environment like it was his second nature.

"Supreme Mage Daraoh, how much time left do you need to activate the spell?" asked King Loewe.

The handsome face smiled, "So, I finally get a turn huh? Give me ten minutes."

"You have five!"

"Yes, your majesty!"

King Loewe crossed his arms as he watched the event on the shore unfolded.

Bairong was kneeling with blood churning both from half of his arms. However, he was not concerned by the pain as he slowly stood up and smiled, "The arms can be reattached, though it would take some time to heal, it will heal."

"Oh? Do you have a good healer in this Andro Kingdom?" asked Lyon with a smirk.

"Oh? You know our kingdom yet you attack us alone? Are you stupid? Hahaha!" laughed Bairong.

"Maybe I am stupid, but I still have both of my arms."

"Tsk, you are really sharp with your mouth huh?"

Lyon shook his head before he kneeled down, "I have two companions that's weaponless, don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?."

Bairong smirked, "Heh, what? You are going to tame Rue and Lue? Try it if you can."

Lyon tried to reach their hilts before the pair of sabers flew away from the grip of the dead hands. The twin spun away before Bairong shouted, "Slay him!"

The sharp pair slew against him who didn't even look at the incoming blades. Tuey was opening her mouth in a scream but it was all for naught.

"I see, so this is what they call weapon's intent huh?" muttered Lyon softly to Bairong's disbelief.

(Wha-what the? Does he hold them both by the blades?! How come his fingers still attach?!) thought Bairong.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows, "oi, Scarlett, can't you do the same?" but the sword on the ground didn't respond.

Bairong made a wry smile before he mocked, "H-h-haha, do you think that how sword intent works? You are still to—"

*splurt

The red sword brutally penetrated through his heart before it dropped on top of the sand. Bairong eyes were opened wide in disbelief as he rapidly lost his strength. He could feel his soul diminishing as no blood pumped into his brain. His knees dropped as he muttered his last word, "Y-you... kicked...the sword."

*thud

Thus the fall of Bairong, Master of Dual Saber Arts