Chapter 172

Chapter 172



HEL SCANS

[Translator Peptobismol]

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You were alive, Ferocious Sword.

Navirose wiped away her nosebleed. Her landing was close to the spectator seats, unintentionally allowing her voice to be heard. Ronans eyes widened.

Wait. Ferocious Sword? What do you mean?



Exactly as it sounds. I definitely made sure to render him unable to wield a sword ever again, I dont know what happened.

Navirose replied without turning her head. She claimed that this guy called Nodrek was the Ferocious Sword himself. Amidst the thick rising smoke, a yellowish glow created by Nodreks Aura flickered. Shullifen, who was shocked, opened his mouth.

Impossible. Is there any possibility that he is a disciple or a descendant?

I didnt live in vain to the point of confusing such a thing Hmmm, here he comes again.

Navirose clicked her tongue. Simultaneously, within the dense smoke, a yellow flash created by Nodreks charge tore through. For most spectators, his charge seemed like a gust of wind.

Unperturbed, Navirose distanced herself. Gathering mana, she swung the sword horizontally, and a deep green crescent moon shot towards Nodrek. It was almost 100 meters in diameter, covering the entire arena. Cheers erupted from the audience.

Oh my goodness!

As expected, a master swordsman!

There was nowhere to escape. Nodrek, who was charging, came to a sudden halt in his tracks. In the moment when the flying sword energy was about to tear him apart, Nodrek planted his sword into the ground, using it as a support to leap. A bang! The explosion from the tip of the sword added momentum to his body. The flying sword energy passed under Nodrek, hitting the opposite side of the arena and causing an explosion.

Your momentum has decreased significantly, young lady.

His tone was far from the composed and rational demeanor he had before. There was not even a trace of it. Instantly, Nodrek, who had reached Navirose, unleashed a sword strike. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he swung it vertically. Navirose, moving like flowing water, intercepted his sword with a smooth motion. Clang! A roar reminiscent of a beast reverberated, shaking the entire arena.

Thank you for saying that. Its been a while since Ive been called a young lady.

Navirose sneered. The two continued exchanging sword strikes without taking a step back, creating a storm of fierce mana with each clash. Yellow and green the collision of the two blades intertwined, producing a violent storm of mana. Thunder made of steel roared successively. In the midst of their intense battle, Navirose spoke up.

Croden. How are you still alive?

I owe my life to a peculiar group. Miracles do seem to exist. They healed me when I was dying on the coast.

Even as they divided blows, they casually engaged in conversation. The calm expressions on their faces made it seem like old friends chatting. Nodrek explained that an enigmatic group had brought him back to life. Navirose raised an eyebrow.

Fascinating. A peculiar group, you say?

Yeah. They even attached the leg that was severed by you. Hard to believe its prosthetic, huh?

Oh, really? It was prosthetic?

Navirose raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. Nodreks artificial leg moved so naturally that it was indistinguishable from a real one. It far surpassed the technological prowess of the Empire. He continued speaking.

But they couldnt restore the nerves torn away with the skin. Look at my face, now incapable of laughing or crying. I had to sacrifice so many bugs unwillingly.

Sacrifice bugs? What are you talking about?

The leg and skin werent given for free. I had to commit a lot of unintentional killings. It seems changing my hair and eyes to a stupid color wasnt enough.

Nodrek chuckled. Of course, with his unchanging expression and tone, it sounded more like the rustling of wind than laughter.

He explained that he had killed countless humans for the sake of sourcing materials. The moment Ronan heard those words, he could imagine what had happened to Russells comrades who were taken away alive. Naviroses brow furrowed unexpectedly.

If youve managed to cling to life, you shouldve lived quietly. Why return to the Festival of Swords? Could it be that you still havent let go of your attachment to the Holy Sword?

Well, besides the Holy Sword, there are other reasons. I cant go into details

On muscles that seemed to have expanded like black obsidian, there remained a sword wound almost the length of Ronans height. Among countless scars, there was one that stood out, undoubtedly a wound inflicted by Naviroses sword.

Unlike Navirose, Zaifa treated those scars as her own commemorative marks. Perhaps due to her long life, her mental resilience was exceptional. She then confidently declared that she could defeat someone like the Ferocious Sword using only one hand. While Ronan regarded both Zaifa and Navirose as geniuses beyond standard measures, he also considered the Ferocious Sword as a highly skilled individual.

I tried facing him this morning, so I know. Whether hes Nodrek or the Ferocious Sword, hes undeniably strong. Probably stronger than both you and me right now.

If thats the case

Yeah. Why would someone with a sharper intuition than me act like that? Take a closer look.

Suddenly, Ronan, who was shoulder to shoulder with Shullifen, gestured towards where Navirose had been. Shullifen, staring intently at that spot, widened his eyes. Ronan, with a raised corner of his mouth, threw out a single phrase.

With that level, he cant beat the Instructor.

It was a statement of confidence. The explosion ceased shortly after. The smoke covering half of the arena looked like a solid wall. Since no one in the spectator seats spoke up, everyone could hear Nodreks muttered words.

I should have enjoyed myself a bit before killing you. You were in your prime, after all.

Nodrek savored the moment. The absence of pitch in the sound made it even more chilling. He, with his gaze fixed on the wall of smoke, muttered to himself.

Maybe I shouldnt have taken the baptism. It was useless anyway.

Nodrek was in a contemplative mood, reflecting on the events of the past few decades. Suddenly, within the smoke, a green crescent moon floated towards him. It looked feeble, as if it might extinguish at any moment. Its size, compared to Naviroses previous attack, was ridiculously small.

Whats this? Still alive?

Nodrek chuckled, embodying the futile resistance of a dying being. As he casually shrugged, the feeble crescent passed by as if to mock.

Itd be nice if at least your face and torso are intact.

If only the limbs were severed, it would have been perfectly fine. Nodrek, having turned his blade once, took a step forward for the final confirmation. Whoosh! Suddenly, the wall of smoke exploded, and a green radiance scattered. Massive sword energies revealed themselves.

What in the!

Bewildered, Nodrek swung his sword. It was an unreal spectacle. Horizontal, vertical, diagonalswords from every direction seemed like a divine net to capture prey.

Finding a gap amidst the swords rampage was almost impossible. Eventually, a sword, completely unavoidable, passed by Nodreks cheek.

Ugh!

With a thud, Nodreks right ear fell to the ground. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but there was no time to dwell on the pain. With clenched teeth, Nodrek lunged forward. Rather than fleeing with his back turned, it was better to face it head-on and find an opening.

In a dramatic moment of breaking through the net of swords, Navirose appeared behind the wide-ranging sword energies. The aftermath of the explosion caused her attire to tear in places, but there seemed to be no serious injuries. Bulging muscles on her arms and legs, sharp gazeshe was ready to swing the sword, and she coldly uttered.

I thought for a moment. Considering what my disciples said, you might not be Croden.

You damn bitch!

Nodrek instinctively thrust his sword. Naviroses imposing figure disappeared from view. Blades that soared aiming for each other crossed paths. Boom! In the fiery aftermath, a fist-sized hole appeared in Naviroses hair. Simultaneously, a red line manifested above Nodreks chest.

Urgh

But it turned out to be right.

Blood gushed from Nodreks nose and mouth. Navirose, turning her body, kicked his abdomen with great force. Kwaaang! Nodrek, propelled in a straight line, crashed into the opposite side of the arena. A cobweb-like crack emerged, centered around him. His body, sliding against the wall, collapsed onto the ground.

Still, its trash that deserved to be cut down.

Navirose wiped the blood from her sword. Nodrek remained motionless. An oppressive silence enveloped the arena. Allogin, regaining composure with some effort, finally spoke.

The test is over.



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