Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 115 The Battle to Establish Authority

The moment humanity took up arms marked the beginning of the path of evolution.

Skilled weapon use is equivalent to having an extra limb that doesn't feel pain, transforming one from someone weaker than a medium-sized beast into someone capable of threatening large beasts, increasing combat power several times over, and leaping to the top of the food chain.

Regardless of the lineage of any mainstream noble family, the use of weapons is always more important than hand-to-hand combat, and the Blue Rose family is no exception.

From a young age, Tyrion's swordsmanship was rigorously trained by his father, Tyron, and grandfather, Tyler, laying a solid foundation for him. He frequently participated in hunting expeditions in the Misty Mountains, gaining extensive practical experience.

However, perhaps due to his exceptional physical abilities, his swordsmanship never possessed any flair.

Their straightforward style often relies on overwhelming opponents with strength and speed.

Modern combat relies heavily on the intuitive fighting instincts of humans and immortals. There are no complicated routines or techniques; it depends more on reaction speed and instinct.

"Let's all attack together!"

The super-level magic swordsman who escaped from the hotel roared, his body surging with flames and surrounded by blue and white lightning, his activated battle aura releasing an astonishing momentum.

Those who can reach the Super Rank are mostly geniuses.

Ottom was confident that even if his opponent was a Saint, he could use the special nature of his lightning-attribute battle aura to hold his own for a few rounds. He raised his sword and tried to block the opponent's unremarkable slash.

An irresistible force crushed down...

The young swordsman with blue and white hair shattered instantly, like porcelain being crushed by a hydraulic press, his body turning into a puddle of mud from top to bottom.

"Lord Ottom!"

"Run! The enemy is a Saint-level being!"

The eager onlookers erupted in uproar.

Even a super-level expert couldn't withstand a single blow in a direct confrontation; only experts from the Holy Domain could do so.

But why would a powerful figure who protects the nation attack them?

A figure standing high above the clouds, even among the kingdom's top nobles, he would be the undisputed ruler, possessing absolute peak human strength...

Tai'an gave them no time to think; before the sword even touched the ground, he flashed away.

Approaching the speed of sound, everything in sight seemed to stand still.

The men's terrified expressions and the way they drew their swords seemed to freeze, and spiderweb-like cracks slowly spread across the ground beneath their feet.

"die!"

The body was sliced ​​in two from top to bottom, and a figure passed through it. A terrifying sonic boom was created where it passed, and four people in a line were blown apart at the same time.

The terrified screams were left behind.

Faster! Faster!

Tai'an realized that wind resistance would affect speed and put a burden on the body, so he used his mental power to create a near-vacuum passage in front of him, which increased his speed once again!

The blood rain, frozen in the sky and falling slowly, did not stain the robes.

Since we've decided to take action, we should naturally do our utmost.

In an instant, the absolute strength he displayed terrified all the powerful figures who were secretly watching.

One by one, figures leaped into the air in all directions, exploding in mid-air, their intact bodies turning into a rain of blood and shattered bones.

The savage and violent slaughter was purely a crushing defeat of absolute strength.

An open-air parking lot not far away.

In the coachman's seat, High Sister Gracie, who had been calmly awaiting the children's return, was chattering violently. She hurriedly shook the reins: "Heh heh, what a lively day! God help me, thank goodness I didn't go in..."

"The struggle among nobles is truly brutal!" A sigh came from the Night's Watchmen standing on the distant rooftops.

"Lord Ulton, are you not going to make a move?" A young Night's Watchman couldn't help but chime in.

"Even if I risked my life, I probably couldn't stop them! There are different levels within the Holy Realm, how can an old man like me fight against a young man..."

"You look very young," the female disciple said, puzzled.

In everyone's eyes, Ulton has always been seen as a young man in his thirties, more like a peer than an elder.

"Sigh, my heart is getting old!"

Who would risk their life for a group of degenerate nobles? Wouldn't helping them only harm more people in the future?

Ulton shook his head and stretched his neck: "The great nobles of the North are indeed formidable! You should be careful of the Blue Rose family in the future; their warriors may have more experience than those in the arena."

"Yes, Master!" the female watchwoman replied respectfully.

Night Whisper Hotel.

The battle reached its climax as a group of powerful warriors besieged Ovisga.

Guardian James possesses the strength of a half-step Saint, making him the strongest among the guests present.

The dark red battle aura perfectly blended the attributes of fire and darkness, possessing immense destructive power. Every gesture exuded power and could easily tear the earth apart. Even the load-bearing pillars of the hotel lobby were not spared from being affected.

The entire building teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the fierce fighting…

With the enhancement of the twelve-piece inscription set, James's physical abilities were comprehensively improved, making his combat power far superior to those of others of the same level. As a representative of a collateral branch of the Nan Shi family, he often had the opportunity to spar with Saint-level experts to hone his martial arts skills. He could basically hold his own for a hundred rounds against the unarmored Dark Sword Saint Lucas.

Despite this, James faced numerous dangers in his match against Ovisja. Ovisja's movements were incredibly unpredictable, often employing actions impossible for humans and attacking from various tricky angles.

He was stabbed in the arm and stabbed in the shoulder. His waist was pierced by a penetrating wound, and extreme negative energy spread throughout his body. The muscles in the wounds lost their function, and both kidneys died.

His strength began to wane, his movements became less agile and fluid, and the situation was rapidly deteriorating.

"Damn it, come out and fight if you dare!"

James brandished his inscribed sword, forcing Ovisga back, and charged towards the shattered glass floor without looking back.

The moonlight from outside was so close, shining down on his face.

The next second, the expression of escaping death froze. Before dying, he seemed to hear the words of his master who had taught him.

A soldier should never turn his back on the enemy...

The city garrison commander's tall, imposing figure collapsed heavily to the ground. His pupils were dilated, and his heart felt utterly empty.

Unfortunately, it's still one final step away from truly reaching the Holy Land. Otherwise, there might have been a chance for resurrection...

Saint-level powerhouses are the true foundation of great noble families.

They may lose, but they will never die! Only when their soul and will cease to coalesce will they truly vanish…

The Death Finger is so feared precisely because it can directly affect the soul.

It disrupts the harmony between the soul and body of a Saint-level expert, causing their soul form to be incomplete. Without the state of unity between soul and body, they cannot regenerate through a cloned body created by the altar.

James's death created limited time to break through, and the remaining few fled in all directions without looking back.

Inside the arena, there were no more spiritual landmarks.

Ovisja, with a tacit understanding, and Taian pursued in opposite directions.

(End of this chapter)