Devil's Bible

Datmenley could choose to refuse, but if the matter occurred between equals, the one who refused would lose all their honor and could even implicate their family.

Of course, Dartmanley also realized that this was a golden opportunity.

A duel is a fight to the death.

If I can defeat Nemus, and then, as the victor, make him lose the Grand Knight, that would be acceptable too.

Then Dartmenley drew his sword.

He is the head of the noble Dartmanley family, and even received the teachings of the Golden Seeds from a young age.

Neil was nothing more than an experiment. The Dartmanley family's upbringing he received from childhood was flawed and incomplete.

He is of the Iron type, with a stat of 92, and possesses the noble Holy Path traits of Dartmenti, as well as other powerful traits. He also masters many of his family's secret techniques.

Even if Neil is a genius and has abundant resources, he can only raise his stats to a maximum of fifty-something in the past six months. He has a numerical advantage over Neil.

As the head of a noble family, he possessed the family's secret treasures, and in addition, all his weapons and equipment were of the finest quality.

We will win this battle.

Only now did Dartmenley begin to seriously observe Nems.

Since Nemes arrived in Tailtown, this seemed to be the first time Dartmanley had observed him up close, observing this former descendant of the family.

At this moment, Nemus was tall and dressed in a white and black robe, which was bound tightly with several straps.

Perhaps because he had awakened part of his saintly essence, his originally dark brown hair now had a touch of gold under the lamplight.

Some thin black ropes were woven into decorations and hung on various parts of the clothes, with a book clipped to the right waist.

On the left is a longsword that has not yet been drawn.

Their slightly off-center footwork and angled attacking stance created an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Dartmanley had to admit that the other person had an exceptionally good physique, which was precisely the advantage of the Dartmanley family bloodline.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Datmenley reached out and took the Holy Path Sword handed to him by a squire not far away.

Although it is only a replica of the sword used by the founding saint of the family, it is also the main weapon used by the family's golden seed, and a complete sacred text is engraved on it.

"Make your move, Nair. Let me, the head of the family, teach you a lesson about what Dartmentie is and what family honor is!"

After Dartmanley said that, Nems's lips curled up slightly, as if he had foreseen something interesting.

Then Nemus slowly drew his longsword from his waist, neither launching a preemptive attack nor resorting to a sneak attack.

He simply held it upright, aimed it at Datmenley, and then swung the sword!

Chapter 151 Sword Skills

At the same time, Nemus stood by the window, leaning against the windowsill, looking down at Wagtail Town, and slightly turning his hair, which looked somewhat golden, in his hand.

He is summarizing the various problems that occurred during that war.

This is a habit he has had since his previous life.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to quickly become a so-called genius paladin.

Dartmenley is a decent competitor, but it has also ruined the core.

“Everything about them is top-of-the-line, except for their internal thinking,” Nemus sighed.

With eyes slightly closed, the duel began, and the moves of each exchange became apparent.

The first thing they did was basic sword fighting.

The blade delivered a precise and swift attack that proved fatal to the enemy.

The Forest Sword seemed to come alive in Nemus's hands, as swift and sharp as the most eagle.

The sword thrust was like a falcon swooping down from the sky to seize its prey.

Datmenli's response, however, was also quite impressive.

With a slight shift in his footing, the sword in his hand swung with an unprecedented, pioneering power, forcefully deflecting Nemus's attack.

The speed of each move is not fast, but it moves forward steadily and is extremely oppressive.

Dartmanley's numerical advantages are greatly amplified by this swordsmanship.

More stable, faster, heavier, and more ferocious!

Although this sword technique doesn't have a particularly high amplification rate, it's also virtually flawless.

If he uses unconventional and dangerous sword techniques, then in terms of swordsmanship, it is very likely that Nemus's superior swordsmanship will find a flaw and then turn the tables with a single strike.

With each thrust and retreat of the sword, before a single breath had even ended, the two had exchanged blows dozens of times.

Of these dozens of times, Nemes retreated ten steps, while Dartmenley did not retreat a single step.

"With such meager skills, you dare to challenge your elders to a duel!" Dartman's slightly aged tone carried boundless exhilaration and the desire hidden behind it all.

Then the blade slashed straight down, aiming for Nemus's chest.

However, in that instant, Nemus caught the change in Datmenley's swordsmanship caused by his emotional fluctuations during the fight.

The blade thrusts forward, and so does Nemus.

With a light step, grazing the blade of Dartmenley's sword, Nemus aimed his sword straight for Dartmenley's face.

The sword, hand, and Nemus themselves were aligned in a straight line. Using the tip of the sword as the breakthrough point, the sword quickly pierced through the defense formed by Dartmenli's sword technique from the point of sword fluctuation.

In an instant, Dartmanli felt an intense killing intent erupting to its limit, a dangerous aura rushing straight to his head.

In the previous sword fight, Nemus's swordsmanship was exquisite, but it was not yet clear what was going on. However, this sword strike has shown Nemus's swordsmanship to its fullest extent.

From Datmenley's perspective, Nemus had been on the defensive a step earlier, and under the blade, Nemus had no chance to get close to him.

However, the next moment, when he swung his sword and his attack became more obvious, he was caught out of his way.

Even with his numerical data, he couldn't figure out how Nemus had managed to deliver that stab.

With just the slightest opening, the blade and Nemus seemed to vanish, leaving only a faint glimmer of white light.

The aura of death was amplified, but Dartmenli remained calm; the technique he had practiced countless times had become instinct.

He raised his arm, intending to use his sword to deflect Nemus's attack, but found that it was difficult to transfer power to his arm at this moment. Nemus's line was located in the place where he was most uncomfortable to exert force.

In the blink of an eye, a glimmer of light appeared in front of Dartmanley.

Hua Guang seemed to possess astonishing quality, making it impossible for Nemus's attacks to penetrate.

Sword of the Holy Path - Glory of Protection!

As a gold-grade sword, this sword has a wide range of functions.

This sword has no shortage of offensive, defensive, or other functional abilities.

This kind of ability can be a lifesaver in critical moments, like right now.

Only now, after calming down, did Dartmanley realize the skillfulness of Nemus's swordsmanship.

If it weren't for the sword's power, he might have been stabbed through the head simply by following the sword's gaze.

This is what makes Nemus's swordsmanship so terrifying.

This strike, accompanied by the rising light, signified the end of the pure swordsmanship contest.

The blade flipped, and Dartmenley panicked.

He had just finished mocking Nemus when Nemus forced him to use his special ability prematurely with a single sword strike.

Shame made Dartmenley decide not to hold back any longer.

A surge of light shone forth from the Sword of the Holy Path.

The light flowed almost like liquid.

Then came the rapid thrusting of the sword.

Special Feature: The Path of the Saint!

Unlike Jacques, who had previously acquired his traits through secret methods, Dartmenti had ingrained these techniques into his very being.

Once you reach the steel grade, this characteristic requires almost no stimulation; it will automatically manifest itself as you exert your full strength.

With a single swing of the sword, everything in front of it will shatter.

Before the path of the saint, no obstacle can stand in the way.

Compared to Jacques, Dartmenti developed this characteristic more deeply; the sword he wielded possessed a cutting quality.

The Holy Collapse effect, which Jacques could only unleash with several sword swings, had become a permanent feature in Dartment's hands.

Using the Holy Path Sword in his hand, he perfectly unleashed the effect of Holy Collapse.

No weapon, unless it is a special object, can withstand this sword strike; it will inevitably be cut off the moment of impact.

After Nemes's thrust failed, he began to move.

However, Dartmenley's sudden attack was extremely swift, leaving Nemus with virtually no room to dodge.

One sword strike will surely bring victory!

What Datmenley didn't expect was that Nemes didn't pause at all. With a single step, he appeared behind Datmenley, his sword grazing the ground.

The destructive power brought by the indomitable path of sainthood only managed to cleave empty air at this moment.

“Remember this, this is my second encounter with the Path of the Saints.” Nemus turned and swung his sword, the blade trembling slightly.

Secret Sword: Whirlwind Swallow!

The sword blade transformed into a white line and collided violently with the radiant light.

The strong wind blew, knocking down the surrounding interior decorations.

“This seems to be very disadvantageous for you.” Nemes was pushed back by the force of the collision, but Dartmenley on the other side did not. He turned around, his body gleaming brightly, as if concealing something.

“The holy path of Dartment is one of progress and no retreat; every obstacle overcome will create a corresponding backlash that falls upon you.”

"How much of this impact can you withstand?" Nemes asked methodically, gradually building pressure that weighed on Dartmenley's heart.

It jolted him awake from his initial belief that he was absolutely certain of victory.

He seemed to sense danger!

Chapter 152 The Holy Path

“That’s not something you should worry about.” Dartmenley was physically strong and didn’t take the backlash seriously.

He drew his sword once more and slashed at Nemus.

Paladins' battles lack the visual and auditory effects of spellcasters.

The little bit of brilliance they possessed was merely due to their special abilities.

More often than not, it's a contest fought one sword at a time within a small space.

Although Nemus's stats weren't superior, his swordsmanship began to dominate after they sparred and he became familiar with Dartmanley's style.

In addition, what surprised Dartmanley was Nems's characteristics.

It's unassuming and doesn't reveal its strengths, but its numerical advantages don't really translate into any real effect.

It was as if countless things were surrounding Nemus, and every attack he made would be quickly swallowed up, making his attacks more ordinary.

Even after using the characteristics of the Path of the Saint, he still couldn't suppress Nemus.

"That sword is no ordinary weapon!" Datmenley saw the blade in Nemus's hand and realized that for the Holy Collapse to take effect, an unknown number of swords would be needed.

This is partly because the Forest Sword has historical elements incorporated into it, so it cannot be considered an ordinary sword.

On the other hand, Nemus's swordsmanship had developed to a point where Dartmenley could hardly understand it.

With each swing of his sword, he could cleave through his enemies.

However, during the clash, Nemus's blade moved close to his own without posing any obstacle.

Instead, they used this method to guide the direction of their sword.

Therefore, when he unleashed his own exquisite swordsmanship, unique to the Dartmenley family, it was incredibly powerful, yet it only managed to slice his manor's main hall to pieces. The blade's sharpness seemed to be just a hair's breadth away from Nemus, yet it couldn't harm him.

The blade of Nemus flowed smoothly, but at this moment it seemed like flowing water, filled with gentleness and smoothness.