The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 716: Volume 21: The Dark Path - 2: Soul Refining Forbidden Sword

Chapter 716: Volume 21: The Dark Path Chapter 2: Soul Refining Forbidden Sword

The red hair curled up slightly, creating a peculiar onion-shaped coiffure that seemed a bit strange. The tight, polished leather armor looked unremarkable, but Solonberg believed it was by no means ordinary—it likely had some special functions that he couldn’t discern. The seemingly naive face looked more like that of an adolescent boy who hadn’t lost his youthful innocence. If it weren’t for the long sword that emitted bursts of fierce Sword Qi casually resting on his shoulder, Solonberg would have felt an impulse to sweep the opponent off the stage with a single thrust of his spear.

However, Solonberg lost that impulse the moment he saw the long sword. It was an absolutely unique blade with serrated edges forming a peculiar arc. The sword was thicker at both ends and thinner in the middle with several small holes, especially at the tip where a faint blue light gleamed, giving one chills down the spine. While ordinary people might simply find the sword odd and be unable to point out its true nature, to a knight like Solonberg, who had roamed far and wide, it was not hard to identify—it was a Soul Refining Sword!

The three small holes in the middle of the sword were the soul-refining star ports. It was said that the Soul Refining Sword had an exceptional effect against undead creatures. Almost as soon as the sword was drawn, the undead would fall, having no power to fight back under its edge. The mighty Mana inscribed on the sword used a special type of absorptive curse magic seal that could devour undead death energy on its own and attach it to the sword, enhancing the Sword Qi’s attack power. Even though the duration of this effect wasn’t very long, even a small enhancement on the battlefield could change the outcome.

For Solonberg, all this wasn’t too important. He was not undead, so he naturally wouldn’t fear the effects on the sword. But he knew that this sword represented someone, Martial Saint Aristotle. It was the Soul Refining Sword used by Martial Saint Aristotle in his youth, and after stepping into middle age, Aristotle no longer deemed it necessary to use such a weapon that relied on its own power to enhance the user’s strength. ’Today, appearing in this fellow’s hands undoubtedly means that this guy is his direct disciple.’

Aristotle was an immortal legend in the Martial Dao of the Blue Continent. Aside from the meteoric Martial God Plato from the West, almost no one dared to compare themselves to him. Although some Martial Arts Experts in the Northern Alliance always scorned to admit this fact, Solonberg knew well that behind a famous name there was always true talent. Aristotle’s unbeaten record across the Southern Continent for decades was not something that could be achieved by mere boasting. And as his direct disciple, there was definitely more than meets the eye.

The dark knight’s spear was lifted slightly, emitting a whistling sound as the faint Fighting Qi pierced through the air, pointing straight into the sky. Solonberg felt comfortable; the Lord’s unnamed magic had been used on him for the first time. The flow of power surged throughout his body, having been reinforced by enhancement magic, increasing his defensive power by at least one level. However, in a clash between experts, a slight increase in defensive power wouldn’t be of much use—a fatal strike was all too common in duels among the upper echelons.

On the other hand, the potential stimulation technique that the Lord had cast on him did make him feel different. Solonberg could clearly sense that his Fighting Qi, which usually reached the eighth level, could now easily break through to the ninth level. This one-level difference was enough to trample countless people underfoot. Although the Lord also made it clear to him that this could only temporarily boost his strength, he also told him that the effects of this temporary surge were very significant. It could not only allow him to experience higher-level control rules, but it could also sharpen his sensitivity to the outside world, which would greatly assist his attempts to break into higher levels in the future.

Kaiserlon looked up in surprise, glancing at his opponent; it’d been a long time since he had met a worthy adversary. Apart from the familiar Slupig, it seemed that hardly a few worthy opponents could be found in the Southern Mediterranean Region. Those aged so-called strong individuals hunkered down within their own strongholds, unwilling to show their faces just to maintain their dignity. Kaiserlon had wanted to simply go West or North to challenge those strong individuals, but his military duties prevented him from leaving the kingdom for too long. Otherwise, he was quite eager to see how exciting the world outside was.

Finally, he faced an opponent worthy of the name. The unique luster of the Knight Spear made Kaiserlon uncertain about what kind of material the weapon was made from, but it was definitely not something ordinary. Which was just as well, for his Soul Refining Sword finally had an opponent worth its mettle. Judging from the Spear Qi emanating from the tip of the opponent’s spear, it was clear that he had surpassed the stage of external Fighting Qi release. This was perfect; a one-sided and uneventful fight was truly tasteless and offered no aid to one’s improvement in martial arts. Kaiserlon did not wish to encounter a lopsided and uninspiring battle.

Solonberg took a deep breath. The whispering sound of the knight’s spear vanished instantly as he gave it a shake, transforming into a muffled sound like distant thunder. The air surrounding the knight’s spear at this moment seemed to become blurred and misty, signifying that Solonberg’s Cold Fighting Energy had reached its limit.

With a light step, a distance well over ten meters seemed to halve as Solonberg moved forward effortlessly. The knight’s spear, as if an extension of his arm, suddenly burst with the noise of dark thunder, creating a tremendous Spear Flower that engulfed nearly two meters in radius within its ferocious Fierce Wind.

As Solonberg lunged with his spear, Kaiserlon realized that today’s battle would likely be inevitable. The refining of the spear blade’s audible whistle due to the release of Fighting Qi did not escape his sharp eyes. The misty state of the air around the knight’s spear due to the rapid change in airflow informed Kaiserlon that the fellow’s Fighting Qi strength had reached another level beyond his initial judgement. The Flight Technique, which contracted the distance in an instant, also startled Kaiserlon internally. The opponent was not a mere warrior, but a thoroughbred knight. Such a Land Soaring Technique was something that only qualified knights would bother learning; typical warriors cared little for such skills and preferred to focus on enhancing their level of Fighting Qi.

The minute sound of cracking was like a certain anomaly suddenly appearing in Kaiserlon’s body, signaling the unique manifestation of his Sacred Fighting Qi. This fine cracking indicated that Kaiserlon’s entire body defense had been elevated to a nearly invulnerable state. While this was an idealistic way of conveying it, it nonetheless served to illustrate what level the power of Sacred Fighting Qi had reached.

However, Solonberg wasn’t of a mind to consider other things, as at that moment, he had only one belief, and that was to defeat the opponent before him, no matter who he was!

The eruption of Cold Fighting Energy seemed to bring a wintry chill to the entire arena, as within a radius of thirty meters, the temperature of the entire space plummeted by more than ten degrees in an instant, and even the sound of sand and gravel stirred up by the fierce wind rolling on the ground became exceptionally crisp.

As the Knight Spear pointed straight at him, Kaiserlon had already raised it, and with the sword blade’s smooth dance and rotation in the air, a piercing soul howl instantly emanated from the three soul-devouring holes, causing one’s scalp to tingle and the mind to be momentarily stifled.

A halo of light formed at the weakest part of the Soul Refining Sword, then rapidly flowed to both ends. In just a brief second, the entire body of the Soul Refining Sword had turned into a strange black band of light.

The wheel-like barrage of spear flowers, like falling stars from the sky, assaulted with gusts of icy wind that were cold enough to freeze a person into a Zombie. Solonberg didn’t want to hold anything back, this was a fighting tournament final, and it was better to determine the winner with one move, although he didn’t believe his earth-shattering technique could achieve the desired result as he wished.

The Soul Refining Sword, carrying the constantly changing pitches of the soul howl, drilled into the huge spear flower, which was like a maelstrom. Two streams of fierce wind gathered together, and in the blink of an eye, burst forth with a series of collision sounds.

The continuous, sharp and unpleasant sounds, seemingly boring into people’s hearts, assailed those in midair. Solonberg, like a great eagle hunting, held the spear in one hand, firmly locking onto the figure beneath him, but the tremendous recoil force made it necessary for him to use the aerial somersault to lessen the intense rebound from his opponent. Floating gently backward in the air for several yards, he finally managed to land steadily. The crazed backlash from the Knight Spear was like maggots attached to bones, unabating, greedily sucking away the Fighting Qi in Solonberg’s hands.

Solonberg, taken aback, had never expected his opponent to be able to release the Evil Spirits sealed within the Soul Refining Sword in such a short time and to break through his own Cold Fighting Energy, counterattacking along his Knight Spear. Indeed, this caught him off guard.

This guy is no good man! It was somewhat strange to Solonberg that the one hailed as Martial Saint Aristotle would have such a disciple, who resorted to such venomous tactics right off the bat. Aristotle possessed the Soul Refining Sword to deal with those audacious Undead and avoid needless expenditure against them. He had never heard of using sealed Undead as a means of counter-attack.

But this was also good, Solonberg thought with a slight smile. Now that the other party could use methods akin to summoning Magic or a Magic Scroll against him, thereby setting the precedent for piercing this veil, he couldn’t be blamed for adding some tricks to the Fighting Qi as well. Let’s see who can have the last laugh!

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