My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 536 - 374: Sword Qi Condenses the Stele_3

Chapter 536: Chapter 374: Sword Qi Condenses the Stele_3

Owen Bertram thought back to the looks on the faces of those little beasts earlier, and they were clearly filled with deep hatred.

"I understand." Owen Bertram murmured to himself, clenching his five fingers, and a sword qi that was unmatched in size, was born out of the void, slashing horizontally and vertically, carrying infinite chilling frost. It extinguished all the flaming swords!

Owen Bertram stopped entertaining any illusions, followed by flying into the sky. A huge sword qi lingered around him, like a divine dragon.

The Sword of Spirit Fire suddenly changed into the shape of a Giant Sword, erupting from the volcano’s mouth, slashing horizontally towards Owen Bertram. With this sword, the surrounding void was filled with fiery snow.

Owen Bertram waved both hands, and the sword qi played with the Sword of Spirit Fire in an arcane way, sometimes appearing and disappearing like a ghost, sometimes overwhelming and atmospheric, sometimes diffusing and changing. The Sword of Spirit Fire changed continuously, but always felt a bit inferior to the opponent. This made the proud and irritable Sword of Spirit Fire extremely annoyed!

During the first round, Owen Bertram had been cautious and reserved; but since it had been determined that he was being targeted by the Eden Cave, Mr. Bertram would not tolerate this. No matter the situation, he would break through first!

The Sword of Spirit Fire continued to emit rumbling wind and thunder sounds, the flames became more and more tumultuous, and the temperature kept rising, trying to vent its frustration. Owen Bertram suddenly showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand toward the sky, and the dragon’s sword qi soared into the sky. In the process, the sword became thicker and thicker, and then abandoned all techniques. With the pure power of sword qi, it roared down, heading straight for the Sword of Spirit Fire.

The Sword of Spirit Fire was overjoyed, and it rolled up endless flames to collide with the sword qi fiercely.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Behind the scene, the impoverished Cultivators saw that the Sword of Spirit Fire rolled up a rolling fire dragon, and Owen’s sword qi was azure white, like an Azure Dragon. The two divine dragons fought each other three times in the sky, making three loud noises. The Sword of Spirit Fire was getting weaker, eventually falling with a loud noise and crashing on the side of the mountain, like a fallen dragon.

Owen Bertram’s sword qi dragon fell, suppressing the Sword of Spirit Fire. Mr. Bertram controlled the sword qi with one hand and slowly approached, asking, "Why are you targeting me?"

The Sword of Spirit Fire’s response was to shoot out a ball of magma under the suppression of the sword qi dragon.

Owen Bertram flipped his palm, and the sword qi dragon condensed into a Sword Stele and crashed onto the Sword of Spirit Fire. Flames sprayed everywhere, trapping the Sword of Spirit Fire.

Mr. Bertram even kicked it with his foot to see how solid it was.

He walked down from the mountain with his hands behind his back, and said to the dumbfounded impoverished Cultivators, "Let’s go."

Leroy Baker had already rolled his nuts and disappeared without a trace.

...

Glenn Mitchell deliberately entered Eden Cave a little later than Owen Bertram. As expected, when they entered, there was no one around except him.

The last time Owen Bertram saved his sister on the street, Glenn Mitchell had indeed been suspicious. However, after several inquiries, it turned out that his sister had just gone out to pick up vegetable leaves before being targeted by human traffickers.

There are many ways for a Cultivator to make money, but if the impoverished Cultivators were willing to do those things, they wouldn’t be "impoverished" Cultivators. However, the miserable life of the Mitchell siblings... is indeed rare.

However, Glenn Mitchell was still unwilling to give in and resisted joining the Summit Metropolitan Office in his heart. In the last round of the examination, Glenn Mitchell thought about it and felt that he owed Mr. Bertram, so this time he would give it back to him.

Glenn Mitchell was not arrogant. He had a secret that was perfect for this third round. Apart from him, no one else knew about it.

He practiced a fundamental technique called "Saint Sword Body." It was naturally friendly to all swords. Entering Eden Cave was like a fish in water, making it easy to gain the recognition of those ancient swords.

He used a Chopping Axe in the first place to hide his true strength from others, and secondly, because... that was his only Magical Instrument, and he was so poor that he couldn’t even afford a Flying Sword.Owen Bertram had given Wayne Malvin and the others a batch of Spirit Insects during the last exam, and Glenn Mitchell thought that he could do the same. If Bertram was about to fail, Mitchell could give him a sword to help him achieve a decent ranking in this exam.

If everything went as planned, Mitchell believed that he should be able to achieve first place once again in this exam. Since Bertram had been the leader in the first exam and had good rankings in the other two exams, it was possible that Mitchell would top the list with Bertram as second.

However, their final rankings depended on the outcome of the Palace Examination.

Mitchell was very satisfied with his own plan. As the first place on the Dragon and Snake List, he wanted the world to remember his name! After that, he could live a free and unburdened life, no longer needing to bow down to the high and mighty.

After entering Eden Cave, he started working on his "Saint Sword Body" and carefully sensed everything around him. This technique could not only resonate with all swords, but its sensitivity to swords was also extremely keen, allowing it to clearly distinguish the strengths and weaknesses of the swords around.

Mitchell was not interested in ordinary swords; he wanted to find those high-ranking swords with unique features.

Gradually, he sensed a clear presence of a sword. It should be the strongest sword in the vicinity! Mitchell smiled and walked towards the sword. The other swords in the vicinity were well-behaved towards him, only emitting a bit of light to indicate their presence, but did not come forward to challenge him.

Mitchell seemed to hear the sound of the flowing river in his ears. He took a few steps forward and saw the sword.

But he was taken aback: the slender and elegant Flying Sword was suppressed under a heavy Sword Stele.

"Who did this!?" Mitchell was puzzled. As he approached, the Flying Sword let out a faint, pitiful sound, like a helpless kitten waiting to be rescued.

Mitchell reassured the Flying Sword: "Don’t worry, I’ll help you."

He spread his hands and caressed the Sword Stele, the sword aura that seeped within causing him a stinging pain. He continued to use the "Saint Sword Body."

"This Sword Stele sealing is also formed by sword aura. As long as it’s related to the sword, I’ll be able to break it and save you," Mitchell said to the Flying Sword.

He soon figured out how to break the Sword Stele: it was formed by concentrating a set of sword techniques. Breaking these sword techniques would break the Sword Stele and rescue the Flying Sword.

Mitchell revealed a confident smile and began to crack at it. He concentrated a sliver of sword aura and infiltrated into the Sword Stele. As long as he ultimately won the battle against the sword techniques within, the Sword Stele would be considered broken.

Due to the "Saint Sword Body," Mitchell’s aptitude for sword techniques was extremely high. He could usually learn the intricacies of various sword techniques just by watching others use them.

In fact, even though he was using the Chopping Axe, the sword techniques were hidden within its thundering blade.

Of course, Mitchell wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could easily break through. Concentrating and forming the Sword Stele was no simple feat. He estimated that it would take at least four hours to break it successfully.

The initial process went smoothly; his sword aura penetrating layer by layer until he had dismantled the outer three layers of the Sword Stele’s sword techniques. The surface of the Sword Stele shimmered and flickered as if some of its structure had loosened.

But things quickly became more difficult, which Mitchell had expected. He dedicated more effort, breaking off the next three layers of sword techniques. Just as he was about to push his sword aura deeper into the Sword Stele, feeling triumphant, he suddenly lost control and his sword aura vanished!

The feeling was like holding a piece of ice that suddenly slipped away. Mitchell didn’t know if it had slipped out of his hand or just completely melted.

The flickering lights and loosened structure on the Sword Stele disappeared, returning it to its initial state.

Mitchell paused and shook his head slightly, "I underestimated this thing."

He started to pay more attention and carefully gathered his sword aura once again before attempting to penetrate the Sword Stele. He was more careful about the outer layer, pondering a few times before moving on. As he reached the sixth layer of the Sword Stele, the same sudden loss of control happened again, despite being better prepared!

He had been on guard but still failed to protect his sword aura. He didn’t even know how it had disappeared...