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Chapter 511 - 129 Another Great Victory

Chapter 511: Chapter 129 Another Great Victory

The Dawn Sword felt a sting on his right flank as if something had bitten him, but as he was wholly focused on escaping, with adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pain was not particularly intense.

Yet, after a few more steps when he reached to touch the spot, he felt a damp patch.

The Dawn Sword looked at his palm in front of his eyes, seeing the dark brown blood and also smelling a faint scent of bloodiness.

It was only then that the Dawn Sword realized he had been wounded.

At first, he was bewildered, but then he plunged into deep fear because he could not fathom how he had been hit.

Even though the wound wasn’t large, the blood flowed unstoppably, as if it couldn’t be contained.

With one hand pressing the wound and the other clutching the Iron Shield, the Dawn Sword looked in the direction of Ireya.

The next moment, he heard a girl’s voice, "You’ve already lost, just admit defeat."

Upon hearing this, the Dawn Sword remained silent, his teeth clenched, yet he let go of the hand on his wound, picked up the spear from the ground, and stabbed fiercely towards the source of the voice.

However, he struck nothing but air, and the Dawn Sword staggered, falling to the ground once more, feeling a surge of pain in his abdomen.

Following that, he heard a cold snort. The Dawn Sword sensed the smell of death and finally dared not deploy any tricks, shouting loudly, "I concede, you’ve won!"

Only then did Ireya put away her weapon and also took off the strange pair of black glasses she wore on her face.

Li Yu had anticipated today’s possible scenarios and had lent his homemade smoke bombs and "Gaming Sunglasses" to Miss Rabbit.

This move was actually something he had played with once before when slaying dragons.

By adjusting the image settings in the system menu, setting the volumetric fog resolution to super.

He could make the smoke within his field of vision much clearer, extending his visibility from less than half a meter to about three meters.

It was akin to having a half-transparent cheat, and this was Lady’s reliance.

Even without the ladder provided by Ge Lipeng, she could still easily win the upcoming battle.

When the smoke on the field cleared, the audience in the stands realized the duel had ended.

The Dawn Sword sat on the ground, one hand on his waist, his expression one of defeat and weakness.

While Ireya stood not far from him, arms crossed, as if she had never moved at all.

After a brief silence, the crowd began to rhythmically chant the Lady’s name.

Then, some added "Saturday."

Those were the ten thousand who had followed Li Yu and the Double Rest Sect all the way to the outskirts of the Royal Capital, many of whom came to the Duel Arena today to witness the Lady’s valor and to feel the power of Saturday once more.

Miss Rabbit fought a spectacular bout, summoning flames and the War Fog, and finally delivering the winning blow with the Holy Artifact, Hand of Judgment!

After this round of the martial contest ended, the faith count on Li Yu’s wrist rapidly began to escalate.

Indeed, miracles surpass all eloquence.

Li Yu then looked towards Cornelia in the stands and saw that the female priest’s expression was rather solemn. Hearing the name of Saturday being extolled by the crowd on her own turf evidently put a lot of pressure on her.

She was no longer as composed as she had been in the temple, and at this moment, a hint of curiosity could be seen on Edward II’s face.

"Interesting," the Emperor stroked his chin, "The god behind that Double Rest Sect seems pretty miraculous too, I wonder who is stronger between them and Valria."

"The Life Goddess is supreme," the female priest said, "There is nothing in this world that can transcend life."

"I know, but I still feel that Ireya can defeat the Earth Bear, I can’t say why. Let’s just call it a warrior’s intuition. I can bet you a hundred gold lions."

Cornelia shook her head.

"What, don’t you have confidence in your man? Isn’t he the Church’s strongest warrior? Then how about we make it a symbolic bet of ten gold lions."

"I have confidence in the Earth Bear, but as you know, I never gamble money, Your Majesty," the female priest said, "Not even a single silver coin."

"Alright." Edward II wasn’t insistent and chuckled, "You need not worry. Even if the Earth Bear loses, it won’t change my devotion to the goddess."

"I believe in Valria not because of her power, although she is indeed very powerful, but because of you. You always manage to show me the way when I am lost, allowing me to hear the voice deep within my heart.

Edward II said reflectively, "I am the Emperor, in possession of an entire Empire, vast territories, but I am not truly free. Look, every person in this city has their own schemes and intentions, and they are always trying to influence and control me.

"They address me as ’Your Majesty’ to my face, yet regard me as a beast, fawning over me with caution because they fear my fangs, while at the same time, they try to tame me and seek abundant benefits from me.

"Those noble families, imperial ministers, and even my own kin... they all talk big in public but are insatiably greedy in private. No one truly has my best interests at heart, except for you, Cornelia."

Edward II’s gaze softened, and he reached out to hold the female priest’s hand, but she discreetly pulled it back.

"Your subjects are all watching over there, and the Empress is by your side. Now is not the time for prayer."

The Emperor sighed, "Cornelia, you know what I am thinking, and I know what you are thinking. I will help you achieve your wish, and when the time comes, I hope you won’t refuse me anymore."

"It will be a long battle. Are you truly resolved?" the female priest said.

"I will fight alongside you," Edward II declared gravely. "My ancestors once rose up on the banks of Wind Chime Lake, creating from nothing the mightiest Empire on the Continent. But this lion has been sleeping for many years, and it’s time to awaken it once more."

"Just like you awakened me, reminded me that the blood of a warrior runs through my veins. I will not decay alongside this splendid yet hollow tomb; I want to fight! The sweetest wines pale in comparison to the taste of an enemy’s blood."

Edward II said exuberantly, his eyes filled with longing.

And Cornelia did not say anything more.

At that moment, the venue was still immersed in an uproar, celebrating the Lady’s another miraculous victory, and thus the brief exchange between the two had not been heard by a third party.

And Empress Heloise had already fallen asleep to one side, having found the proceedings too dull and having drunk too much wine. Even in her sleep, her profile was breathtakingly beautiful.