Work Prophet
Chapter 510 - 128: Mortal VS God

Chapter 510: Chapter 128: Mortal VS God

(Correction: The "Silver Sword" from the previous Chapter has been changed to "Dawn Sword," to avoid confusion with the "Silver Knight.")

The Lady’s concession brought an end to a dispute.

Seeing that ladder being carried out of the arena, Dawn Sword heaved a sigh of relief, though his face felt somewhat burning.

The performances of both had been seen by all, especially by the Emperor, who though silent, obviously did not have a good impression of him.

By now, Dawn Sword had no other choice but to win this battle as quickly as possible.

As long as he could win, everything would be alright, and if he accidentally won the championship later, he believed no one would dwell on today’s issues anymore.

Dawn Sword was quite confident about winning this battle. The Golden Fly had already set a precedent for the subsequent competitors.

On this basis, he had further refined and optimized his combat strategy, specifically designed to counter Ireya’s chillingly magical weapon.

The two returned to the Duel Arena, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the duel.

Dawn Sword immediately erected the giant shield in front of him, completely covering his body, then closely monitored the Lady’s every move through the observation hole in the shield.

However, to Dawn Sword’s puzzlement, this time the Lady did not immediately draw her gun but took out three small jars from her person instead.

These three jars were of regular size, crafted from a very strange material, entirely red with silver tops and bottoms and bizarre white patterns on them.

Something unseen before!

Dawn Sword felt somewhat troubled, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to stick to the original plan and attack.

His and his family’s reputation had already suffered some damage over the previous ladder incident; he could not back down now no matter what.

Dawn Sword just slowed his already slow steps further, so he could quickly retreat if the situation turned sour.

A stir arose from the crowd of onlookers because the Priest of Cornelia had appeared in the stands.

In the first three days of the tournament, the Female Priest hadn’t watched a single match. Now, her sudden appearance to specifically watch Ireya’s battle, coupled with the Lady’s known grudge with the Earth Bear, sparked speculation.

Li Yu also noticed the figure in the stands, spotting that Cornelia was also staring at him, although not for long, as she soon sat down next to Edward.

After briefly chatting with the Emperor, she turned her attention to the Duel Arena.

By now, Dawn Sword was only a dozen steps away from the Lady.

Having stood motionless until now, Ireya finally reacted, shouting loudly, "My Lord Saturday, your faithful follower Ireya is here, please grant me the power to control the flames!"

After speaking, she took out a lighter labeled "Huadu Hotel" and a string of service numbers from her pocket and flicked its wheel.

The next moment, a flame actually appeared above her palm.

A gasp echoed around the arena.

Although there had been rumors that the Emperor’s personally entitled Dragon Slayer Knight possessed the power to control Thunder and had used this power to defeat three Squire Knights of the Royal Knight Order,

the attendees that day were few, and most people were still skeptical.

However, today, with tens of thousands of people attending the duel, under the watch of these tens of thousands of eyes, the Lady summoned flames once again.

Even though the flame appeared small and non-lethal, it was undeniably real.

Moreover, there were no firewood or charcoal below, making it seem like it had appeared out of thin air.

Many people were deeply shocked by this miraculous scene.

The Dawn Sword was slightly distracted, but he quickly regained his composure. As a knight, his will was as hard as iron.

The main thing was that the flame wasn’t very big; it seemed like it wouldn’t pose any threat to him.

Just as he thought this, the Dawn Sword saw the Lady toast one of the red canisters over the flame before tossing it towards him.

The Dawn Sword hurriedly took precautions.

But perhaps because the girl was also nervous while throwing it, the throw went quite high and did not hit him; instead, it flew directly over his head.

It thus fell behind him. The Dawn Sword turned to look, but he didn’t see anything special about the canister.

Ireya, however, didn’t stop. She toasted the other two red canisters and threw them as well.

At this point, the Dawn Sword finally sensed that something was amiss.

Because those other two canisters didn’t fly towards him either; they each maintained a distance from him, arranging themselves in a triangle, circling him within.

Then he heard the Lady shout loudly again, "My Lord Saturday! It is I, Ireya, again. Please grant me the power to summon the War Fog once more!!"

Following her shout, a miracle occurred again.

Under the originally clear sky, three thick fogs suddenly burst forth. The heavy fog quickly spread and enveloped the Dawn Sword within it.

This time the Dawn Sword truly panicked, no longer thinking about the knight’s indomitable will. In the face of nature’s majesty, humans always feel their own insignificance.

That damned Saturday, every time its followers cried out, it would immediately lend a hand—this was too absurd!

The Dawn Sword had never witnessed such a responsive deity, providing thunder upon request, flames when asked, and summoning a heavy fog when needed.

The Dawn Sword felt that he was not just battling a person anymore, but grappling with a deity.

But how could mortals possibly be a match for a god?

A boundless fear welled up inside the Dawn Sword. In just a short moment, he had completely lost sight of the girl. All he could see was a grey fog everywhere and there was a pungent smell of smoke.

The only slight consolation for the Dawn Sword was that in such an environment, Ireya should similarly be unable to see him.

Nevertheless, the Dawn Sword dared not linger in the fog. Who knew what other strangeness might be present?

This time, he didn’t just turn and run, fearing that the opponent might guess his direction of escape and wait for him from behind.

Having been deeply impressed by Ireya and the Golden Fly’s rendition of the Bratis version of Russian roulette, the Dawn Sword, after some thought, chose a different direction.

He headed towards the direction of the stands, which was likely unexpected by the girl.

The Dawn Sword still kept the shield up in front of him, curling his body as much as possible, and even tilted the giant shield downwards slightly. He looked almost like a real turtle.

This posture wasn’t very graceful, but luckily no one could see him now.

The Dawn Sword carefully moved towards the edge of the fog, but just as he took six or seven steps, he heard a gunshot close by!