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Chapter 772 - 437 Wishing to Be an Ordinary Torchbearer (5K for Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 772: Chapter 437 Wishing to Be an Ordinary Torchbearer (5K for Monthly Ticket)_3

Huang Zunzhe added, "This is the true power of the Red Sand Lion. Under the three-pronged assault with their minds in sync, no one of the same rank can withstand it, especially since close-quarters combat is the domain that the Red Sand Lion is most familiar with."

As soon as the words were spoken, Adola, the Red Sand Lion, was sent flying backward.

All three of his figures were.

One had punch wounds, one had spear wounds, and one had blade wounds.

Huang Zunzhe’s eyes widened.

"Blade, punch, spear... The weapon in his hands can change into any shape."

Such Strange Implements are actually quite underwhelming.

After all, a master of swordsmanship does not necessarily mean he is equally proficient with a spear.

Perhaps, from a higher vantage point, a swordsmanship master’s spear techniques might not be inferior, but they still can’t match his primary expertise in swordsmanship. In the struggle between the mighty, even the smallest gap can lead to defeat.

And the Black Blade instructor of the Academy of Warrior Heritage...

"Swordsmanship, boxing, spear techniques... all brought to perfection! This is a weapon master who is proficient in multiple martial arts!"

Unable to prevail after a prolonged assault, the Red Sand Lion began to change his strategy.

Flames surged around him, transforming him into a roaring giant lion tens of meters tall, slashing down with boundless authority.

Then,

For the first time, Black Blade moved his feet.

It wasn’t an evasion.

He simply took a light step forward, and he did not draw out a blade light forty meters long.

"Ability is not always better the more you have it."

Black Blade swung an utterly ordinary blade light, merely over a meter long, cutting open a slit beneath the paw of the Flame giant lion.

But it was this little slit that allowed the energy being vented by the Flame giant lion to rush past on either side of his body.

Black Blade stood amidst the sea of fire, untouched by a single drop of flame.

"Swordsmanship demands decisiveness and bravery."

"Swordsmanship requires precision and variability."

"Spear techniques, ..."

"Boxing, ..."

"Mage techniques, ..."

Black Blade’s combat, just like the previous illusion, did not display the might of a legend.

Yet, he possessed a different sort of ’beauty.’

The beauty of skills at their peak!

He did not seem to be fighting, but rather practicing each technique.

Onlookers to this battle could only exclaim in admiration, impressed without fully grasping the intricacies.

Facing a powerful opponent, the figure of Black Blade in the eyes of the Red Sand Lion grew increasingly majestic, like a god, like a demon.

And the students of the Academy of Warrior Heritage gradually became immersed, the figure of instructor Black Blade, not particularly fast, reflected in their eyes. Suddenly, someone showed a look of realization.

"So that is what it’s like, this is the momentum of the blade!"

"To grasp the domain of the sword is to have everything within one’s control."

"...These are all things that instructor Black Blade has talked about in class. I was clueless before, but now I finally understand!"

Now was Instructor Black Blade’s lecture time.

The students watched, fascinated... Of course, there were also those who did not understand and did not dare to speak out for fear of standing out.

The most engrossed were legends like Ming Deng, Gou Ping’an, Luo Rui, and others.

They could be said to be strong warriors personally mentored by the head instructor, deeply versed in the instructor’s ’Way.’ Now that the head instructor used a peak legend to perform martial techniques, they too gained a great deal.

But what was even more astonishing was,

"The depth of the head instructor’s skill is as unattainable as the stars in the sky!"

"Is there anything the head instructor doesn’t know how to do?"

"If the head instructor is this invincible, what about the teacher? It’s said that all the head instructor’s skills were taught by the teacher himself."

"Perhaps only when we have reached a standard comparable to the chief instructor’s, will we be worthy of receiving the teachings of our mentor." said Ming Deng.

Red Sand Lion, Adola, although unaware that Black Blade had turned a mere sparring match into a public demonstration of skill, felt the pressure mentioned by Yiben in the previous fight.

The pressure of attacking continuously without finding the slightest flaw!

He had no chance of victory!

The gap between himself and Black Blade was tremendous.

Not in terms of dimensions, realms, or abilities, but a gap in combat skills!

"Today, I have come to understand that basic fighting skills are not merely the martial arts of mortals; they have no limits, and you have taught me this," he said.

Three figures gazed intently at the young man in black amid the yellow sands.

Licking the bloodstains on his face, Adola’s fighting spirit was still ablaze.

He was not an opponent, but he would not admit defeat; he wanted to see just how vast the gap was between himself and Black Blade.

"You are a formidable warrior worthy of respect. I hope, sir, that you will use all your strength, so that I... may have no regrets!" Adola said.

This man was indeed a pure warrior, with a heart neither arrogant nor yielding.

Black Blade spoke, "If that’s the case..."

Adola’s expression turned to one of excitement, while at the same time tense.

"I will fight with all my might."

"You are strong, sir, but defeating me, the Red Sand Lion, will be far from easy," he proclaimed.

As he finished speaking,

he saw that behind Black Blade’s slender figure, one after another figure appeared.

Ten;

a hundred;

a thousand;

Among the leading figures, wearing magnificent armors and robes of various styles, which were faintly recognizable as Candela style, Adola felt a real threat emanating from these very real figures.

He glanced at his side—merely ’three’ solitary figures.

Then he looked at the opposing army of a thousand.

He fell silent.

...

Red Sand Lion, Adola, was defeated very peacefully.

What he faced was not merely a master of martial arts, but the commander of a legion who also happened to practice various martial arts.

His defeat was by no means unjust.

Yet,

"You possess masterful skills in all martial arts, and these soldier and general spirits of remarkable origins, you... who exactly are you?" he asked, swallowing.

Black Blade’s voice remained very calm, with a sense of inevitability.

"I am Black Blade, just an ordinary Pyre Myth,"

An ordinary mythic being of the second Pyre divinity.

He may be one of the few within the organization who advanced quickly, but he believed that more and more people of the Pyre would catch up.

Darkness engulfs the city, and the light one person can bring is limited.

Only when ten, a hundred, ten thousand, a billion... an endless number of people hold up torches, can a great path to the land of hope be carved out.

The more ordinary he is, the stronger the Pyre becomes.

He hoped one day that the legacy of humanity’s Pyre would shine as brightly and expansively as the Star River in the night sky.

He, Black Blade, was just an ordinary star within the vast Star River.

An ordinary person... of the Pyre.