You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

When he looked at his right hand—

Nothing.

Starting from the elbow, half of the arm disappeared into thin air.

In an instant, a boy appeared in a corner of the platform, examining the red potion in his hand with amusement.

"My, mine—"

The excruciating pain finally struck, and the old man cried out in agony.

"My King's Power!"

Chapter 208: Mr. Iori, who is good at cleaning (4K)

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【My Kingly Power!】

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……

Well, it's passable, better than nothing, I guess.

It's a pity that the person who said that was a grumpy old man. If it were someone whose role was more important, Iori would probably get a lot more art style points.

"The power of a king, is that all?"

Iori examined the potion in the sunlight and could indeed detect extremely powerful magic and activity within it. However, he had an intuition that gave him a strange feeling, which suggested that it was not a good thing. Either it had strong side effects, or its origin was disgusting...

In short, Iori has no interest in this.

"There's a thief!"

"Be bold!"

Clang!

Among the mysterious people traveling with them were many skilled swordsmen. They reacted instantly and launched a surprise attack on Iori without saying a word. However, before the sharp blade could even touch the target's throat, the well-made longsword suddenly broke in two!

Moreover, it wasn't just one person; three people who attacked from different directions had their weapons cut off simultaneously!

"Varied--"

"Just to confirm, you guys aren't exactly good people, are you?"

"what?"

"Then take it as your agreement."

Before they could even react, dazzling blood blossoms bloomed on their bodies. Their hard inner armor and bones were no different from paper at that moment, easily torn apart by the sharp blade.

In the blink of an eye, Iori had taken the lives of these three people.

But the members of the cult were different from ordinary bandits. Even after witnessing this bloody scene, they did not lose their fighting spirit and swarmed towards Iori like locusts.

Iori remained unmoved, coldly stating without expression, "Condense, [Mirror of Still Water]!"

The domain unfolded, and the scorched earth was covered by water ripples as smooth as a mirror. A ripple spread across all the reflected figures—

“Che”.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Iori didn't move an inch, but the instant the mirror shattered and disappeared, vibrant "red flowers" bloomed on the desolate Gobi Desert, instantly soaking the dry sand and gravel...

It seems that the Zanpakuto's power hasn't been affected too much by the rules of this world—Iori thought to himself.

He appeared on the stage for only a few seconds, but the entire field had already been cleared out by him. The huge mysterious group of people was reduced to just the old man who was controlling the machine... no, there was one more person!

Beatrice, with her long grey-gold hair, burst into the battlefield. Her sword seemed to fall into empty air, but it actually intercepted one person, abruptly interrupting the opponent's sneak attack!

This person is heading towards Iori!

After almost all his companions were killed, he slowly emerged from the corner, wearing an ordinary robe and looking no different from an ordinary member. But when he stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding, holding a magic sword inlaid with lapis lazuli, he immediately revealed an unusually powerful aura.

After a brief exchange of blows, Beatrice retreated a short distance, and the two faced off, the elven swordswoman looking serious.

That move was extremely dangerous. This person was able to increase his speed to that level while concealing his presence... If Beatrice hadn't been an observer, she probably wouldn't have noticed. He's a truly terrifying guy.

Unlike the female elf's reaction, Iori, who had almost been ambushed, seemed indifferent and not surprised at all.

"It can keep up with my speed, blonde hair and blue eyes... Could this elf be Beatrice, the first winner of the Martial God Festival?"

He took off his hood, revealing a handsome face full of masculinity, and his long, golden hair was very impressive.

"I, Lancelot, am truly fortunate to have the opportunity to sever the head of the legendary God of War! Ha!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Beatrice frowned slightly. She sensed a faint threat emanating from the man, but she was fearless. She lunged forward, and her longsword, resembling a nodachi, tore through the air.

"You despicable scoundrel, prepare to die!"

She had no grudge against these people, but she couldn't stand their shameless scheming and plotting against Yan Zhilong. Moreover, judging from their actions, they were definitely not good people!

"The real culprit~ What a waste of such a beautiful face~"

The man spoke lightly, but he dared not be careless in his actions. He brandished his magic sword and began to fight Beatrice. After a fierce and rapid exchange of blows, both of them were amazed by each other's superb martial arts skills.

If we divide the world into an inner and outer world, then those so-called strong individuals active in the outer world, such as Kingdom Knights and Tournament Champions, while seemingly unattainable to ordinary people, wield considerable influence in the inner world—

However, in the eyes of the cult, they were just a group of mediocre and insignificant figures.

The order seeks to break the limitations of life and ascend from mortal to godhood, which is true "immortality".

Those who hold leadership or high-ranking positions within the Order are all capable of running rampant in the real world. Compared to their strength, even the Grand Master of the Kingdom Knights is nothing more than an infant in a cradle.

As one of the highest-ranking officers in the Diablos Order, this "Lancelot" is ranked ninth—don't think this ranking is low.

The highest level of military force in the cult is known as the "Round Table," consisting of twelve people, each capable of independent command and direct management of the cult's organization in a particular country or region.

Lancelot is not a senior member of the Order, but he is very powerful. Three years ago, he killed his predecessor to gain access to the Round Table, and then in just three years, he rose from the last seat to the ninth.

His swordsmanship and magical power were practically invincible in the real world, not to mention his top-quality equipment. So, he didn't take Beatrice, the so-called "God of War," seriously at first.

Because countless people with similar titles have died at the hands of the cult... If they wanted to, they could kill even a great figure like a king without hesitation!

But Beatrice is clearly not just a figurehead; her martial arts skills and physical abilities are exceptional. If she could receive "enhancement" from the Order and have her body further modified, she would probably be able to join the ranks of the Round Table.

Clang! Clang!

The crimson magic forced Beatrice back, and Lancelot extended an invitation with great appreciation: "It would be a pity if a swordsman like you died here. Why not come with me? I will show you the highest level of martial arts!"

If you're lucky, you might even have the chance to receive 'immortality' as a reward, something countless great figures in the world dream of.

Beatrice didn't speak, but her cold gaze and unwavering sword made her stance clear, and Lancelot couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"It's such a shame to finally meet a woman who's both beautiful and capable in combat."

After saying that, Lancelot unleashed a burst of high-density magical power like flames, his aura rising steadily, and the surrounding ground cracked inch by inch under the invisible pressure.

Beatrice's eyes widened slightly: "What... what's with this ridiculous magic?"

"This is the power of God that you rejected!"

Lancelot laughed heartily, and enveloped in magic, he vanished from his spot in a flash.

Beatrice's hair stood on end. Following her body's instincts, she swung her sword to the left and successfully intercepted Lancelot's magic sword. However, this time, the clash of the two weapons put the female elf at a disadvantage. A surge of magic power rushed up and tried to devour Beatrice along with her sword!

Beatrice instinctively retreated, but Lancelot seized the opportunity to unleash his power a second time. The magic on his sword surged, making it feel like a hammer that sent the elven girl flying!

Lancelot pressed his advantage, easily breaking the sound barrier to catch up with Beatrice, and swung his sword once more—

hum!

The surging wind pressure was like a giant sword cutting a huge crack in the ground, extending for nearly a hundred meters, its power astonishing.

But as the sword fell, the blond youth froze, maintaining his stance while slightly turning his head to look to one side:

Iori held Beatrice in his arms in a princess carry, and somehow they had moved to a spot thirty meters to his left.

"when?!"

Lancelot's pupils contracted; even with his reaction speed and dynamic vision, he couldn't see how Iori saved the person!

"Ugh?"

The elven girl was also somewhat astonished. She had actually poured magic into her longsword, intending to take Lancelot's attack head-on... but unexpectedly, after a moment of distraction, the crisis was inexplicably resolved, and she ended up in someone else's arms.

"No! You... uh, put me down!"

Beatrice struggled: "Iori, put me down!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have interfered in your fight."

Iori politely and gentlemanly placed the girl on the ground: "It's not that I don't think highly of you, I'm just getting a little impatient."

"He's very strong...you have to be careful." Beatrice saw what Iori was thinking and couldn't help but whisper a reminder—she had seen Iori fight the Flame Dragon and still had a lot of confidence in him.

Meanwhile, Lancelot paused for a moment, then grinned at Iori: "I see... I understand now, so this is the power of your two ancient relics?"

Ancient relics?

Iori raised an eyebrow, said nothing, simply held the Ama no Kusanagi in her hand, and then strolled towards him leisurely.

Lancelot, confident that he had seen through Iori's secret, looked at the Kusanagi Sword and the Thunder Emperor's Cage with a confident expression.

"Ancient relics are valuable treasures even to members of the Round Table... I'm so lucky to have two more after today."

If I'm not mistaken, it's this sword and that bracer, right?

Seeing that Iori remained silent, the blond youth activated his magic power while trying to distract her.

"First of all, there's your incredible mobility. Whether it's ambushing that arrogant old guy or rescuing someone like just now, you don't use ordinary movement methods. Instead, you use ancient relics to accelerate your body to a level that surpasses the limits of ordinary people, with an effect similar to teleportation."

The crimson magic coalesced once more, rising like flames from Lancelot's body, and the feeling of being filled with power strengthened his resolve once more.

His eyes were fixed on Iori's every move, from taking a step to waving his hand, even the rhythm of his breathing.

Although he obtained this inhuman magic power through special means, he had already achieved extraordinary success in martial arts before joining the cult, otherwise he would not have been noticed by the cult in the underworld.

His secret weapon, developed over decades of research, is to convert everything in his field of vision into intelligence and input it into his brain for analysis. This includes taking into account the enemy's location, speed, possible actions, terrain, soil softness, sunlight angle, and even atmospheric humidity.

By analyzing all the data meticulously, one can "see" the enemy's next move and then deliver a blow that will definitely hit!

This wouldn't be a big deal for an ordinary person, but he also possessed an ancient artifact—this demonic sword inlaid with lapis lazuli, and the sword's power was—

"You and my sword are the same type~"

Lancelot smiled slightly: "Judging from the way those small fry died just now, that sword-shaped ancient artifact is an invisible blade that can kill enemies from a distance... and my sword is also a sure-kill weapon!"

Moved!

The instant Iori took a step as usual, Lancelot's aura surged, breaking the sound barrier instantly without any acceleration.

He wanted to end the battle in the blink of an eye, before Iori could even react or activate the ancient artifact bracers!

This is all thanks to this ultimate magic sword that can ignore defenses!

"it's over!"

Lancelot predicted all of Iori's movements. He had indeed surpassed the opponent's reaction speed limit. Before the boy could even make a move, the magic sword in his hand released a dazzling blue-gold light and slashed down!

——Whoosh!

With a flash of light, Lancelot appeared ten meters behind Iori. A moment after he revealed himself, a deafening airburst rang out in the air.

A satisfied smile appeared on the blond youth's lips:

He felt no resistance at all during that slash, which meant that his demonic sword had successfully activated its power, ignoring the opponent's physical strength and cutting him in half at the waist!

Of course, given his terrifying sword speed, his opponent probably didn't even realize he was dead, and his body hadn't even reacted yet.

"It's an honor for you to die from this move of mine. The last time I used it was on another member of the Round Table... Ah, speaking of which, I should thank those small fry you took down."

If they hadn't risked their lives to test the abilities of your two ancient artifacts, I probably wouldn't have won so easily.

Heh... You regret it now, don't you? You used your trump card on a bunch of weaklings. That's what happens to the weak who rely too much on external resources.