Chapter 87 Fight Against The Rebels (2)

the moment the battle began, amidst the chaos and clashes of swords, there was one conspicuous absence among the students of Freljord Academy: Zephyr.

While his whereabouts remained unknown, he appeared when needed, becoming a beacon of hope for his comrades.

"Please continue your fight, Professor Lloyd. I will take care of him," Zephyr reassured Professor Lloyd, who had recovered from the surprise attack.

Zephyr's current strength as a 4-star knight made his declaration of handling a 7-star knight more than just arrogance. Even without knowing the true extent of Zale's power, Zephyr had recognized that Zale was stronger. Yet, instead of backing down, Zephyr faced him with unwavering courage. It was not merely confidence, but sheer arrogance. However, his words were just boastful but there were skills behind his audacity— skills which are taught by the Sword Saint himself.

As Zephyr steadied his sword, a blue sword qi emanated from the blade.

"Damn! I love this sword!" Zephyr exclaimed, glancing at his weapon.

It was at this moment that everyone noticed that the sword in Zephyr's hand was not the training sword provided by Freljord Academy.

It was Lightbane, a sword with a storied past, stored in the royal museum. The exact origins of the Lightbane sword were shrouded in mystery, but it was said that its wielder would possess incredible regeneration abilities and the power to cast light-related spells. How much of that was true remained unknown, but wielding the Lightbane sword made Zephyr feel rather good.

"Kid, I am not here to fight you. Don't throw your life away for nothing. Step aside, and I will spare you," Zale remarked, looking at Zephyr.

Although Zale did not see Zephyr as a threat, time was of the essence. They had to complete their mission quickly and escape from the royal museum. Zale wanted to avoid wasting any more time if possible.

"Is that so? Too bad for you, I don't plan on dying anytime soon!" Zephyr retorted, brandishing his sword at Zale. Zale effortlessly blocked the sword.

Taking a moment to regain his composure, Zephyr stood up. However, before he could fully comprehend the situation, Zale's sword was once again poised in front of his face.

"F*ck!" Zephyr exclaimed, but just as he thought all hope was lost, something fell from the sky, blocking Zale's sword.

Zale's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed a young boy defying his attack. The golden gauntlets in young boy's hands glowed with a divine radiance, a testament to its power.

"Are you okay?", Evan asked with concern as he forcefully pushed back Zale's sword defending Zephyr.

Zephyr looked at the familiar figure in front of him as a relived expression appeared on his face.

"Did your back always look this broad?"

Zephyr asked with a smirk as he got up from the dent that had formed in the metal wall.

Then his eyes gazed at the gauntlets in Evan's hand. He was wielding the Heaven Obliterating Overlord's gauntlets.

A playful tone laced Zephyr's voice as he teased, "You stole some weapons too, huh?

Evan's response, however, carried a weight of earnestness. "I am only borrowing them," he declared, his voice tinged with determination as he forcefully pushed back Zale, defending Zephyr.

"My god! I can't believe you guys! Are you ignoring me right now?" he exclaimed, his anger mounting at being overlooked by a pair of youngsters. The audacity of their actions roused a smoldering fire within him, "Kids these days....I guess I have to teach you some manners."

The fight between them was far from over.

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