The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 820: Volume 25 - 7 Entering the Internet

Chapter 820: Volume 25 Chapter 7 Entering the Internet

Leclerc, slightly tilting his body to the side, avoided the fierce strike from Shatima,—his gleaming knight spear suddenly lifted from the flank, striking against her Dragon Spear shaft. The restrained fighting qi then burst forth explosively, colliding with the incoming Frost Fighting Qi.

The powerful recoil shocked Leclerc’s heart, and his hands were numb, not having anticipated such astonishing strength from this woman, who also possessed fighting qi capabilities. Her Frost Fighting Qi had reached a level almost equal to his own, but what Leclerc couldn’t understand was the intense cold force brought by her Frost Fighting Qi—so strong that he had to continuously activate his own Yuan Force inside his body to counteract the bone-penetrating cold.

In Leclerc’s experience, fighting qi was generally achieved by relying on the levels of martial power to defeat an opponent, thus mostly relying on neutral fighting qi. While such qi could indeed harm an opponent through its additional properties, in reality, these properties posed little threat to the experts. Moreover, pursuing these properties excessively could impede a cultivator’s own progress unless born with exceptional traits, falling into the folly of forsaking the fundamental.

However, the level of power of this woman had greatly exceeded his expectations, and the uniqueness of her frost properties had also surprised him. This woman was truly not ordinary in any sense—her personality was unusually independent and strong, and so was her combat ability.

Shatima, however, was thrilled. She knew the caliber of her opponent from what Vladimir Koff had told her, and this strike confirmed he indeed had the capabilities allowing her to act without worrying about any consequences. The rapidly circulating Dragon Power within her had instantly elevated her Ice Dragon Fighting Qi to its peak. Unlike the Fighting Qi of ordinary warriors, her Ice Dragon Fighting Qi was not only every bit as strong in attack power but, with its attached properties, could directly incapacitate the opponent during the attack process.

A white, frosty fog spread throughout the courtyard. To his astonishment, Leclerc found his whole body covered in frost, even his eyebrows and beard were lined with ice silk. Every joint and muscle in his body seemed enveloped by a stiffening sensation. Shocked, Leclerc suddenly erupted—his Sacred Fighting Qi flowed through his body like an enlightened eagle spreading its wings. With a backlift of his knight spear, he delivered a fiercely oblique stab to the enemy’s rear side.

Shatima had never expected to subdue one of the finest among the Homer Knights in one strike. In fact, when subduing drunken knights who caused disturbances, Shatima already felt the combat strength of the Homer Knights was not something ordinary as compared to Barbarians or Half-Beast Warriors—even in a drunken state, they could stubbornly resist against the patrol team she led for a considerable time. Although ultimately, they had to succumb to her absolute martial power, Shatima also recognized the formidable collective strength of this group; no wonder Fran had entrusted her with the task of successfully bringing this force willingly under Komer’s control.

A vigorous and swift backlift, the knight spear brought up a surge of fierce wind sweeping across, while Shatima’s Dragon Spear was met with a roaring fierce wind. The clashing of metals created a surprisingly pleasant tremor in the chilly air—the colliding forces merged like a monstrous wave in the sky and then rolled out in all directions.

Leclerc, sliding effortlessly to the side, only then stabilized himself. This straightforward strike made him truly recognize Shatima’s strength. At the same time, Shatima also no longer harbored any hope of luck; Leclerc’s strike made her realize that defeating him merely with her human strength was unrealistic unless she resorted to some tricks.

Without hesitation, Shatima’s body suddenly spun from a crouched position. Her Dragon Spear swept a wave after wave of fighting qi towards Leclerc’s standing position. Meanwhile, Shatima, springing up, nimbly shifted her form in the air, her beautifully wild body contour curiously distorted at that moment.

Leclerc, his face a mask of sternness, tilted and turned sideways. His knight spear suddenly planted into the ground, his body lightly gliding past the sweeping fighting qi. The bone-chilling cold nearly caused him to lose his grip on the knight spear. As his body flipped in the air, the planted knight spear burst up, hurling countless stones and mud towards Shatima, clawing at him.

The fighting qi hummed on. Leclerc’s Sacred Fighting Qi and Shatima’s Ice Dragon Fighting Qi continuously collided and entangled. The very fabric of space seemed to begin showing subtle anomalies. In an instant, both had exchanged blows in this not-so-spacious courtyard twenty times, both seemingly unleashing their full fervor, constantly elevating their fighting qi to higher realms. The friction in the cold air created space illusions that twisted and blurred, indicating that the patience of both fighters was gradually being eroded away.

Lecler was shocked to find that the female figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced by a blurred spatial illusion, a dragon-shaped spatial illusion. Before he could truly react, the dragon illusion had already charged at him through the air, and the massive dragon spear forced him to use all his strength to block it head-on.

When a sudden strike from behind broke through Lecler’s protective fighting qi, Lecler still hadn’t grasped what had happened. The fierce blow struck his body, sending him flying several meters away. Even though he had fighting qi to protect him, Lecler could still feel how heavy and forceful the whip-like strike from behind was. The surging blood in his chest nearly caused him to fall from the sky to the ground. When he forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, turned around, and landed, that detestable woman was already standing in front of him, smiling triumphantly holding the dragon spear.

What exactly was going on? Could this woman be a mage, capable of casting illusion magic? The shock in Lecler’s heart almost surpassed his concern for his physical injuries. He knew if his opponent had indeed used illusion magic to launch an attack, he would probably have been killed in that strike. Clearly, his opponent had shown mercy. However, his knight spear had locked the opponent’s dragon spear, and even illusion magic should not materialize into a substantial attack. So where did this attack from behind come from?

Seeing Lecler standing there, stunned and lost in thought, Shatima’s sense of triumph was indescribable. She had transformed into her true form and launched the attack in a moment of urgency. Especially using her true form’s tail sweep, it was a stroke of genius. Fleeting as it was, even if Lecler noticed, he would only think he had fallen for an illusion, never suspecting that her true form could launch an attack with other body parts.

"Lecler, I think this battle doesn’t need to continue, does it?" Shatima tried to maintain a ladylike demeanor, although her idea of ladylike was quite peculiar in Lecler’s eyes, "Isn’t it time for you to fulfill your promise, Sir Knight?"

It was only then that Lecler came to a sudden realization, his sense of shame and humiliation almost overwhelming him. To be defeated by a woman, even if she had used magic, was a stigma that would be difficult to cleanse for life. Thankfully, there were no others around to witness the battle; otherwise, Lecler couldn’t imagine how he could continue living in Cyprus City. Could he really consider leaving his homeland and hiding forever because of this incident? Overwhelmed by mixed emotions, Lecler did not know how to face this unbearably harsh reality.

"Sir Knight, what’s wrong?" Perhaps realizing she still needed Lecler’s help to complete her mission, Shatima’s tone softened slightly. Having lived among humans for so long, Shatima had gradually adapted to using appropriate attitudes in different situations. "I believe you won’t break your promise, will you? I don’t have any excessive demands. I simply ask you to fulfill the duty of an ordinary resident of Cyprus by helping those knights who laze around all day drinking and causing trouble to regain their senses and find a way to vent their excess energy. Is that really so difficult for you?"

Lecler’s expression changed unpredictably, finding it a humiliating prospect to bow down to this woman. Yet, to break his own promise would be an even greater violation of the code of chivalry, something Lecler held in even greater disdain.

"Miss Shatima, I will keep my word. I will help you persuade the knights to stop drinking and causing trouble. However, I think your idea of having the knights compete with Barbarians and Half-Beastmen is unlikely to be accepted by them," Lecler said, somewhat helplessly.

"Lecler, you promised to help me stop these knights from causing trouble. If we can’t find something for these fellows to do, they will inevitably revert to their old ways. I don’t want to have to come knocking on your door again. So, it would be best if you take charge and find them something constructive to do," Shatima shook her head, not convinced. "Why are you knights always so stubborn? Philip is finished, now it’s Komer. As a knight, you should be loyal to the new Lord."

"Miss Shatima, the Homer Knight Order has already disbanded. I have no authority to command them," Lecler flatly said, shaking his head.

"Hmph, you’re just making excuses. Is a knight’s promise so frivolous? If you really need a title, I think Komer can give you that title!" Shatima spoke candidly.

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