Chapter 181: The frightened Du Wan! Draw the swords together!
An abandoned European-style venue in the depths of Tokyo, with a well-equipped training ground on the lower level.
Pale light streamed down from the ceiling, stretching Nagi Arisuin's shadow long before fading completely.
His footsteps were the only echo in the dead silence.
"I anticipated a reckoning between
A tall figure in a hooded robe emerged from behind the door, his voice filled with barely suppressed indignation and regret.
Nagi Arisuin hugged his arms, looking up directly at the figure that once terrified him, a self-mocking smile playing on his lips.
"An idiot? Knowing you couldn't defeat those two, yet still daring to stay behind, Teacher Wallenstein, what exactly are you thinking?"
Wallenstein raised his head slightly, his eyes cold as he looked down at this excellent disciple he had personally nurtured.
"Your tongue has become sharper. Unfortunately, without protection, no one can save you!"
Before he finished speaking, a monstrous greatsword materialized in his left hand, its killing intent so substantial that the air began to feel heavy.
Nagi Arisuin, who was directly in its path, seemed unfazed and sighed softly.
"That's why people say, who would care about the whereabouts of one or two students?"
The next moment, a solidified wind pressure tore through the atmosphere, heading straight for Wallenstein's face!
"Hmph!"
Wallenstein neither dodged nor retreated, and the steel gale strangely slid past him, not even ruffling his robe in the slightest.
"Is this the Blade Art of controlling friction? Hmm, it's certainly very convenient."
A gentle breeze swirled, and Arthur, holding durandal, revealed himself, gesturing for Nagi Arisuin to step back.
Wallenstein tacitly allowed the small interaction between the two, a hint of recollection flashing in his narrowed eyes.
"Silver hair, silver eyes… Are you Hagun Academy's Radiant Dragon Holy Sword?"
Arthur's brow twitched slightly: "Oh? The Rebel Army's famous
"I value talent greatly." Wallenstein's greatsword touched the ground, a brutal, savage grin spreading across his lips, "But in you, I don't smell the desire for freedom."
He hoisted the greatsword onto his shoulder, and the oppressive feeling in the entire space suddenly intensified!
"Freedom?"
Arthur glanced at his opponent, who had adopted a killing stance, the tip of durandal's blade slightly lowered, but air currents were already rapidly converging, the wind pressure fierce!
"Perhaps our understanding of 'freedom' is a bit off."
In that instant, Wallenstein moved!
The greatsword swept across, a pitch-black slash cutting through the entire lower training ground like butter, splitting it in two!
A violent tremor came from beneath their feet, and the walls and ceiling began to collapse and slide down along the smooth cut.
Wallenstein turned sideways, sheathing his sword, and let out a cold snort without looking back.
"To get angry at an idiot and a brat, I must truly have too much time on my hands."
"So, was that serious just now?"
A clear, cold voice drifted over, causing Wallenstein's steps to freeze as he was about to leave, and he sharply turned back.
Amidst the collapsing rubble and dust, Arthur was unharmed, even calmly using wind to erase the deadly slash from his side of the area.
He looked levelly at the One-Armed Sword Saint, whose face was filled with surprise and doubt, and unhurriedly asked again.
"Hey, was that move just now your full power? You can't surpass
"How do you know… No!"
Wallenstein gripped his greatsword, forcefully suppressing the shock in his heart, and analyzed to himself.
"Using extreme wind pressure to grind against each other, neutralizing my Mountain Cleaving Slash? Kid, you're good at thinking. But…"
Arthur's eyebrow twitched slightly, his patience about to run out.
His figure dispersed like an illusion, and four slashes, each containing different elemental powers, had already sealed off all of his opponent's escape routes, silencing that incessant mouth!
"You're looking for death!"
Wallenstein roared, tilting his head back, swinging his greatsword to block, while simultaneously activating his ability, the increased friction clinging tightly to durandal's blade!
"Kid, let me teach you what patience is!"
His burly body erupted with an unnatural speed, the greatsword instantly shifted, about to sweep horizontally!
Crack!
Amidst a harsh crunch, Arthur actually pinched the greatsword's edge with his bare hand, remaining utterly still no matter how much force his opponent exerted.
"You're right, I really don't have much patience."
He ignored the horror in Wallenstein's eyes; in his silver pupils, a wisp of pale brilliance suddenly appeared, and durandal was raised high above his head.
"Last chance, state the Rebel Army's objective for participating in the Seven Star Sword Art Festival."
The shadow of death instantly enveloped him, and Wallenstein felt his soul tremble.
His proud control over friction had now become a shackles preventing him from drawing his sword and escaping!
"Please stop, Your Excellency."
An ethereal voice, like an aria, drifted over.
The moment the words fell, the greatsword in Wallenstein's hand snapped!
He himself was pushed back by an invisible force, stumbling backward uncontrollably, finally falling to the ground with a thud, his pupils dilated, completely losing his composure.
Arthur withdrew his gaze, looking at the figure as pure white as the moon at the entrance of the training ground.
Edelweiss, clad in light armor and holding two swords, had a mix of surprise and helplessness in her captivating spiritual eyes.
"We meet again, Miss Edelweiss."
Arthur's expression was normal as he strode forward, stepping on a corner of Wallenstein's cloak, which he was trying to use to escape.
"You want to protect him? If he's willing to reveal the Rebel Army's objective, I can give the World's Strongest a favor."
Edelweiss's delicate brows furrowed as she glanced at the terrified Wallenstein, then pointed her sword.
"I also don't know the Rebel Army's plan, but they once did me a favor, so…"
An bone-chilling sword intent permeated the air, an invisible pressure enveloped Arthur, its meaning self-evident.
"Don't worry about it, in fact, this is also one of my objectives."
Before he finished speaking, Arthur's wrist flicked, and a cold sword arc had already swept across Wallenstein's neck!
A crimson line of blood, belatedly, oozed out.
"Alas…"
Edelweiss sighed softly, her two pure white blades, like catching shadows, transcended the limitations of space, arriving in an instant!
Two extremely sharp currents of air grazed Arthur's cheek, and a faint smell of scorching even wafted through the air!
He held his sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the incredibly fast sword edge, and looked up, meeting Edelweiss's eyes at close range.
The next second, sword light exploded!
Both drew their swords simultaneously, and the crisscrossing air currents wildly intertwined, countless afterimages flashing and colliding within the small space!
The clanging sound of metal striking metal arrived belatedly, reverberating wildly within the crumbling training ground.
A flash slash without warning, an invisible, extreme speed – this was the sword of the World's Strongest, Edelweiss.
However, for Arthur, who had recently experienced a truly divine-speed battle, this level of offense and defense was not even a warm-up.
From his calm, unruffled eyes, Edelweiss gradually understood a fact that startled her.
His opponent was studying her.
Not her swordsmanship, nor her abilities, but rather exploring the deepest connection between her and her Noble Arts, the Covenant Ceremony!
Sword light crossed again, Edelweiss gracefully retreated with the momentum, she looked up at the ceiling, where dust was constantly falling, and spoke softly.
"I can feel that there is no killing intent in your sword, Your Excellency. To repay a favor, and to apologize to you, this battle—"
"Wings as One, the World's Strongest Swordsman, will show her true strength."
The moment the words fell, an unparalleled, mighty sword qi, unlike anything before, erupted from within Edelweiss!
The sword qi transformed into a storm of light, swirling up dust everywhere, piercing and extinguishing all the remaining ceiling lights!
In the sudden darkness, a brilliant arc of light, capable of severing the threads of fate, suddenly ignited!