King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 114 - 114 109 Sword

Chapter 114: Chapter 109: Sword Chapter 114: Chapter 109: Sword “Lord Yashiburn has won!” A Titan next to Muria said excitedly. Even though they had expected the outcome, seeing it themselves was a different experience entirely.

Unlike the Sword Saint who lay lifeless on the dirty ground, Titan Yashiburn had already reverted to his true form. His massive form, towering over a hundred and eighty meters high, was wreathed in Golden Thunder and Hurricanes, emanating an aura of grandeur and divine might.

However, a prominent sword mark stood out vividly on Yashiburn’s otherwise majestic and flawless Titan form. It was a white mark stretching from the Titan’s left shoulder to his abdomen on the right, encircled by silver-white Sword Qi.

“This human is not bad at all, he even managed to leave a mark on Lord Yashiburn.” A divine descendant of the Blazing Sky Gods sneered. For humans, this mark wouldn’t even count as an injury, let alone for a Titan.

One must realize, Gold Level Titans possess limb regeneration powers, let alone the healing capability of an Epic Titan. In comparison, the white mark looked laughably insignificant.

No one spared a glance at the Sword Saint lying on the ground, originally of a lower race and now defeated. Naturally, neither the Titans nor the divine descendants of the Blazing Sky Gods would pay him any attention.

Therefore, the title of “First Sword Saint of the Human Race,” as per the information they had on the Sword Saint, seemed more like a joke in the current situation, an unspeakable taunt.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh… Intense sounds filled the air as Titan Yashiburn expelled the silver-white Sword Qi from his body one after another. Streaks of Sword Qi shot across the sky and landed onto the remnants of the mountains, leaving behind extremely deep holes.

And then, there was nothing. The Sword Saint Ron’s final strike had not injured him at all.

Epic Titan Yashiburn grabbed his heavy sword, which had also reverted back to its original state, and stepped toward the location where the Sword Saint fell. He reached out and picked up the unconscious human.

With that, the Titan, tall and sturdy, looked up at the sky: “Lord Ulysses, can you send me to the Elves’ Eternal Island?”

There was no response, but a spatial vortex formed by Yashiburn’s side. It quickly expanded to a range of two hundred meters, emanating astonishing fluctuations.

Through this spatial vortex, Muria saw an endless forest on the other side and a towering tree nestled between the ancient woods. This mammoth tree reached up to the skies, surrounded by a rich life aura, with its leaves looking as if they were carved from jade. Under this tree, Muria could see a city, a unique Elf tree city.

When the Space Gate appeared, the Elves on the other side also seemed to notice the situation here. They saw the Epic Titan, wind and thunder swirling around him, and with a heavy sword in hand, ready to step over.

Muria’s keen eyesight allowed him to see that Elf city, resonant with elegant music and beautiful singing, fell completely silent at that moment. All the Elves and kind creatures living there were looking here, their expressions seemingly unpleasant.

“Elves, bring this human into the Tree Heart of the Eternal Tree of Life,” Titan Yashiburn commanded as he stepped into the space portal.

At his words, Muria noticed the faces of the Elves become even more displeased, some of them grimacing to the point that they nearly dripped water.

“Lord Yashiburn!” A golden-haired male elf, mounting a Silver Winged Pegasus, flew into the sky, frowning at Yashiburn who held the unconscious Ron. “Our contract with you Titans did not state that we have to provide healing services for an insignificant human.”

“Watch your words, Elf,” Yashiburn, his eyes glowing gold, warned the argumentative elf. “This human has now earned my recognition.”

“Your Excellency, I apologize.” The silver-haired elf looked shocked as he glanced at the ordinary-looking Sword Saint in the Titan’s hand, but still refused to back down. “Even though he has earned your recognition, he is still a human, not a Titan. According to the contract…”

“Give him my share, I shall no longer use the Eternal Life Tree from now on,” Titan Yashiburn declared as he fully stepped through the Space Gate, leaving this abyss controlled by Epic Titans.

“This…”

Muria couldn’t hear the final response, as the Space Gate had already disappeared, leaving only the damaged land in front of them.

“Did you hear that? That human has earned Lord Yashiburn’s recognition.”

“We don’t need you to tell us that, we heard it as well.”

“Didn’t you see?” A Titan hesitated but still voiced out, “Right before the moment of the final sword flare, Lord Yashiburn released his power, lifting all suppressions and reverting to his Titan form.”

“Which means, the human was facing Lord Yashiburn in his full glory during the final strike.”

“Not full glory, after reverting to his true form, Yashiburn did not make a move and that sword strike was performed under Yashiburn’s self-restricted power.”

“Even so, that human still lies on the brink of death.”

“Therefore, Lord Yashiburn still won.”

“No, it cannot be counted like that,” Sylvester retorted with a furrowed brow, “A human’s physical strength cannot compare to a Titan’s. For Lord Yashiburn, a sword flare of such power could be ignored, but for a human, it is unbearable.”

“So, would it be more appropriate to consider it a draw?” Mikaer asked, his brows furrowed.

“A draw?” The Titans looked at each other. Many young Titans had an expression of dissatisfaction on their faces.

“How could it possibly be a draw?” A Titan roared.

“Muria, on what basis is it considered a draw? Lord Yashiburn is perfectly fine,” Titan teenager Gerald looked unwaveringly at Muria, his eyes full of defiance, “I cannot accept this result.”

“In this fight, Sir Yaxibeien only suppressed his own power. If he fully exerted himself, that human wouldn’t even qualify to fight with Lord Yaxibeien.” A Golden Level Titan couldn’t help but voice his opinion.

“Enough.” Soul Intent Level Titan Atrean looked towards the few “short” Titan youths, “Sir Yaxibeien has acknowledged that swordsman’s swordsmanship.”

“If we only discuss swordsmanship, it can be judged as a draw.” A Soul Intent Level Titan glanced at the Golden Level Titan youths who came to watch the fight, “In my perception, the sword that the human swordsman swung was not weaker than Sir Yaxibeien’s sword.”

“I agree.” One Titan nodded, “In terms of swordsmanship alone, it can be judged as a draw.”

“What a pity for this swordsman, held back by this inferior human bloodline.”

“With the same sword, you Titans can easily stop it, but this swordsman couldn’t withstand it.” A Divine Descendant of the Blazing Sky Gods also shook his head in regret, feeling sorry for Swordsman Ron.

“…” The Titan youths who were just complaining, including Gerald, all lowered their heads in silence when they heard that the Soul Intent Level Titans and Blazing Sky God Descendants agreed on the draw.

“Hmm!” As Muria was pondering the words said by the Titans of Soul Intent Level, he felt a sense of space-time shift. When he looked up at the sky again, everything in front of him had changed.

Familiar spirits, bright sky, the white tiger lazily sunbathing on the roof, and the loud dragon roars echoing from around. Muria was stunned. He was sent back, and without a doubt, it was the work of Ulysses, the Lord of the Abyss.

“How do you feel?” As usual, every time Muria returned to the residence, the first one to appear in front of him was always Cassio.

“My head, it’s a bit dizzy.” Muria rubbed his swollen head. The legendary level was too remote for him. He didn’t understand the power of the legends.

But watching the battle between the Swordsman and the Legendary Titan, observing how they used their power, benefited Muria greatly, but it also put a lot of mental strain on him, as there was too much he couldn’t understand or comprehend.

“Muria.” The white cat on the roof saw Muria, lazily opened its eyes, jumped down, “How is that human who challenged Titan now?”

“I don’t know.” Muria showed a trace of worry on his face, the last strike. Lord Yaxibeien showed the full strength of a nine-step Legendary Titan. It was really uncertain whether the human Swordsman who took this power could survive or not.

Truthfully, Muria had no objections to this result. Perhaps because he was a human in his previous life, or perhaps because he heard Cassio’s descriptions of Ron’s deeds, he had a faint sense of recognition for this ordinary man.

“What do you mean you don’t know, you were there watching the fight.” Troy was quite dissatisfied with Muria’s response.

“How do I put it?” Muria rubbed his somewhat restless hair, “This kind of battle can be considered a draw. The swordsman has received the approval of Lord Yaxibeien, the Legendary Titan.”

“A draw? You’ve got to be joking! How could a human possibly be evenly matched against a Titan, even if he is a genius!”

“It’s no joke.” Muria sighed helplessly, “Lord Yaxibeien suppressed his own power to the same level as Swordsman Ron and reduced his size to match a human before fighting Swordsman Ron.”

“In that case… it might be possible. But it’s a pity I couldn’t see such a fight.” The White Tiger Troy said regretfully.

“But he finally took a full-strength sword from Lord Yaxibeien.” Muria frowned, “Even though it was a sword with suppressed power, Lord Yaxibeien’s mastery of swordsmanship is too strong.”

“Did he fall?” The White Tiger asked tentatively.

“I don’t know.” Muria closed his eyes with a hint of irritation, “Lord Yaxibeien took him to the Eternal Island of the Elves. I saw him request the Elves to take Swordsman Ron into the heart of the Eternal Tree of Life.”

“The heart of the Eternal Life Tree!” Troy smacked his lips, “Then he definitely is fine. Even a corpse, as long as the spirit is there, can be resurrected.”

“So Swordsman Sir Ron will definitely not fall!”

“Exactly.”

Getting a confirmed answer, Muria, with his hand on his chin, seemed thoughtful, his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was hesitating about something.

“What are you thinking about?” Seeing Muria, who seemed lost in thought, Troy asked disgruntledly.

“Hm, Big Cat, I… want to learn swordsmanship.”

“What did you say?”

“I want to learn swordsmanship.” Muria confirmed.

“Just because of that human.”

“It’s partly the reason.” Muria nodded in acknowledgment, “I also practiced with the sword, but my swordsmanship is too poor, hardly worth mentioning.”

“You are comparing your swordsmanship with the Legendary Swordsman?” The white tiger glanced sideways at Muria, “It is normal that it is poor, if it’s not poor, then it’s the world that has gone crazy.”

“What do you think about me asking Swordsman Ron to be my swordsmanship teacher?”