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Chapter 318: Noan (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Noan (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"Everyone has their moments of surprise,"

He Ao slightly bent his body and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The shimmering sword light cut through the curtain of rain, splitting the elongated drops in two, and in a flash, it reached Noan’s front.

The sound of metal clashing against metal suddenly rang out.

A fiery-red cane was held in front of Noan, blocking the sword light swung by He Ao.

He Ao glanced at Noan, who had raised the cane, pressed down on the sword hilt, pushed, twirled, pulled, turning the slash into a thrust, and aimed straight at Noan’s heart.

Crack—

Sparks flew at the point of collision between the short sword and the cane, the faint light casting shadows on Noan’s aged face and He Ao’s lean profile.

Noan lifted his cane once again, deflecting He Ao’s short sword.

In a mere instant, the fiery-red glow and the silver brilliance collided in the air time and again, scattering brilliant amber sparks.

Meanwhile, as He Ao and Noan clashed, the huge fireball in the sky suddenly exploded, turning into countless smaller fireballs that, in coordination with Noan’s cane, rained down upon He Ao from every direction. The searing light vaporized the surrounding raindrops, forming a hazy mist around He Ao that affected his vision.

The scene with the incoming fireballs had not been revealed in the video of Noan showcasing his abilities, but He Ao hadn’t assumed that Noan’s repertoire was limited to hurling giant fireballs.

As the dense fireballs approached, Noan twirled his cane and then swung it fiercely through the mist, aiming its hard head at He Ao’s temple.

As the cane struck, He Ao swiftly drew his curved blade from the other side, yet he didn’t meet Noan’s cane attack head-on.

Continued combat at that moment would inevitably lead to being hit by the fireballs.

He held the blade horizontally and leaped to the side and rear, his blade striking against several fireballs approaching from behind.

In an instant, the fireballs erupted, revealing a narrow gap.

He Ao burst through the exploding fire, avoiding the incoming cane, crossed his swords, and rolled to the side.

Some of the burst fire sparks landed on his clothes, quickly extinguished by the pouring rain.

As He Ao predicted, these fireballs were not mere illusions of energy. They were physical entities with a structure somewhat similar to stars: the heat would gradually decrease from the inside out, bound together by a special force to form spheres.

Following the unsuccessful strike, the small fireballs in the sky once again gathered into a massive fireball, condensing above Noan’s head.

Clearly, the Flame Master was a Mage-type Talent Sequence,

yet Noan’s physical strength was somewhat greater than that of warriors like He Ao who relied on physical combat—and he could also manipulate flames.

However, the downpour clearly wasn’t an ideal battlefield for a Flame Master.

This was the climax of a C-level champion in the promotion ceremony, was it not?

He Ao took a deep breath and activated Super Memory.

He clutched the silver short sword and the somewhat notched curved blade, turning into a bolt of lightning as he charged towards Noan once more.

The massive fireball above Noan’s head exploded into numerous smaller fireballs again, which fused into a torrential wave of fire that evaporated the surrounding raindrops, artificially creating a wide ring of fog.

As a veteran warrior, Noan naturally knew how to turn adverse conditions into an environment that favored him.

In this deep mist, the countless tiny fireballs became his eyes.

He Ao appeared to indeed be blocked by the mist as he frowned, changed direction, and ran towards the outside of the fog.

The vast foggy area spread in the direction of his movement.

—

The downpour covered the gray-white stone platform, wetting one after another of the densely arranged towering columns that supported the gigantic triangular eaves.

This was a massive stone building out of sync with the surrounding architecture, as if it had traveled through time, allowing people to glimpse the brilliant splendor of human civilization before the great catastrophe.

This is the center of Dawn City’s government, the official residence of Dawn City’s Mayor, the Glorious Palace.

Its name originally meant ’Land illuminated by radiance,’ and it was here that the creators of the Federation stood as they witnessed the break of dawn piercing through the darkness.

This was also where Dawn City was first established.

After the initial construction of Dawn City was completed, craftsmen built this classical edifice on this land. Over the centuries, the palace underwent several renovations and expansions, gradually taking on its current appearance.

In front of the Glorious Palace, there were lengthy stairs tier upon tier. The palace was built on a highland, one of the few structures in Dawn City that was constructed without flattening the terrain.

At the bottom of the stairs was a vast square, which at this moment had become densely packed with people who held umbrellas and swayed like duckweed in the water.

All of them were looking up, fixing their gaze mid-way up the stairs.

There, on a spacious platform, stood a large statue gazing into the distance.

This was the statue of Ellenska, Dawn City’s first Mayor, gazing toward the direction of the sunrise, simulating the scene when the founders of the Federation first stood on this land.

The vast platform divided the entire stairway into two sections. At this moment, on this platform, flanking the large statue were chairs lined up, with elegantly dressed individuals taking their seats.

February 8th was the day of the new Mayor’s inauguration, which was also a public holiday in Dawn City.

In the hazy torrential rain, Christos, seated on the platform, watched the increasingly large crowd below, then slowly raised his head to look towards the city obscured by rain behind these people.

A middle-aged man in military uniform ran out from the crowd and whispered something into Christos’s ear.

Christos first frowned slightly, then shook his head, "The ceremony need not be canceled, you dispatch everyone to protect the council."

The middle-aged man stood up, hesitated as he looked at Christos, and then nodded firmly, "Okay."

He promptly left.

This man was the commander of the Mayor’s Guard, during the time from election to inauguration, when power was being transferred between the outgoing and incoming Mayors.

The grip on power did not solely take effect after the oath; Christos had already become the master of the Glorious Palace that morning.

"What’s wrong?"

The silver-haired man with a ponytail asked softly by his side. This was Christos’s campaign partner, the new Deputy Mayor of Dawn City’s government, Professor Serle.

"South City has been breached, and two squads resembling the City Defense Army are headed for the city police department and city council," Christos said softly.

"If we had received the news a bit later, Noan might have actually succeeded," the silver-haired man sighed deeply.

"Yes," Christos said, looking at the blurry city in the rain, suddenly asking, "Has there been any contact with Viktor?"

"Not yet," Serle shook his head.

Christos didn’t press further but gazed at the increasingly dense crowd below, suddenly asking softly, "Have you sent the invitation to K for tonight’s banquet?"

Following the inauguration ceremony, it is customary for the new Mayor to invite the social elite to a banquet inside the Glorious Palace.

"It was sent last night, but he hasn’t replied yet. I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t seen it," Serle said softly.

Hearing this response, Christos lifted his head, his gaze deep as he stared into the hazy city in the distance.