Chapter 677: Chapter 10: Thorn Sword God

Lynch followed the excited crowd into a magnificent and breathtaking oval structure—the Farlan Central Grand Arena.

Its structure was similar to that of the Ancient Roman Duel Arena but far surpassed imagination in scale. Towering circular stands, built from white giant stones engraved with flickering magic runes, were enough to accommodate tens of thousands. In the center of the field was a vast stage shrouded by a powerful energy barrier.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were focused on the two people in the center of the stage.

One of them was very familiar to Lynch. It was Kong, with a tall and slender figure and silver hair flowing like moonlight.

She stood quietly there, her eyes calm and without waves, her surrounding space slightly distorted, as if she were a phantom ready to merge into the void at any time, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

And her opponent was an equally striking girl.

She was a girl with fiery and dazzling red hair, her long hair cascading down like a burning waterfall all the way to her waist.

Her appearance looked around sixteen or seventeen years old, her features exquisite but with a sharp edge, her eyes bright and confident, like the rising sun, full of vibrant energy and an undeniable sense of power.

She wore a set of body-fitting leather armor that outlined her agile figure. She held no weapon, yet the whole person seemed like an unsheathed, razorsharp divine sword.

“Kong! Tear her apart with your void domain!”

“Vanilla! Let Fran see the Sword God’s power of the Ela Family!”

“I bet on Kong to win! Her spatial tactics are unbeatable!”

“Oh, come on! Is the title of Thorn Sword God just given for nothing? That’s the power that can cut through rules!”

On the stands, the audience could no longer contain their excitement, and the shouts and arguments supporting their respective favorites rose and fell, sweeping the entire arena like a tsunami.

Lynch’s gaze landed with interest on that red-haired girl.

“Thorn Sword God, Vanilla Ela…” he muttered the name softly, quickly recalling the rumors he had heard about this girl and her family.

The Ela Family, in Fran and even the whole Wizard World, was an extremely special existence.

They were not a traditional wizard family, not relying on meditation, constructing magic models, or exploring knowledge to gain power. In a sense, they were more like a unique transcendent race, similar to Elves or Dwarves, but their way of sourcing power was even more peculiar and singular.

In the bloodline of this family, there was an extraordinary power known as the “Sword God.”

This power was not acquired through cultivation but was inherited through pure bloodline. In each generation of family members, a successor of the “Sword God” power would naturally be born.

When the time is ripe (usually when the successor reaches a certain age or undergoes some opportunity), the power of the previous Sword God would transfer almost entirely to the successor, instantly granting them immensely powerful strength.

The successor who inherited the “Sword God’s” power would also naturally have a lifespan extended to over a thousand years.

This power was extremely potent; it was said that as the Sword God successors continually adapted to and explored the power, they could eventually reach a terrifying state comparable to that of a Fourth-tier Rule Wizard!

Precisely because of this, although the Ela Family did not prosper with numbers, they stood their ground in the strong and diverse Fran, known across the entire Wizard World as the “Sword God Family.”

The girl named Vanilla Ela before us was this generation’s “Thorn Sword God”!

Lynch could clearly feel a refined, piercingly sharp aura emanating from her seemingly delicate body, as if it could pierce through the heavens. It was neither elemental fluctuation nor spiritual power pressure but a purer, more extreme, terrifying power focused on “severing” and “sharpness.”

At the same time, the battle on the stage was about to unfold.

Kong slightly nodded, silver eyes shimmering with spatial ripples: “Vanilla Ela, finally cornered you.”

Vanilla’s lips curled into a confident arc, her fiery red hair moving without wind: “Kong, your void domain is indeed mysterious, but today we are only comparing swordsmanship, ignoring all else. I will make you understand that in the face of pure sword skills, any trickery is futile.”

“As you wish,” Kong replied calmly, her right hand grasping the air, as a silver-white longsword quietly appeared, the space around the sword slightly distorting.

Vanilla then drew out a sword from her waist that seemed ordinary but contained astonishing energy, the hilt carved with thorny flower patterns, emitting a faint cyan light.

“Dang!”

With a dull toll of a bell, the battle commenced in an instant.

“Whoosh!”

Almost at the same time, both of them moved!

There was no dazzling arcane brilliance, no terrifying might tearing space, only the purest clash of sword skills. The sound of metal clashing was crisp and pleasant yet contained a surprising sense of power.

Kong’s swordsmanship mirrored her domain, enigmatic and unpredictable, with sword moves suddenly left then right, occasionally appearing to pierce directly from the void, leaving one defenseless. Every swing of the sword carried subtle spatial fluctuations, a deceptively simple strike often attacking from the most cunning angle.

Vanilla’s swordsmanship was grand and unrestrained, with an imposing force carrying a sharp decisiveness to sever everything. Her every strike precisely judged and intercepted Kong’s momentum, the sword’s edge unraveling even Kong’s sword moves infused with space power.

“Your sword hesitated,” Vanilla suddenly spoke, drawing a perfect arc with her longsword, dispelling Kong’s defense, “Relying too much on spatial talents, you’ve lost the essence of the sword.”

Kong’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, her offensive suddenly quickening, sword shadows sweeping the stage like a silver storm.

However, it seemed Vanilla had already seen through all the patterns, her steps gracefully shifting, always able to resolve crises at the most critical moments with the simplest and direct sword moves. What seemed like an ordinary thrust or flick concealed infinite variations.

Lynch watched their every move intently. As a Knight, he had a unique understanding and affection for swordsmanship.

The two seemed to be equally matched, yet Lynch could actually see that the situation had been under the control of the red-haired Vanilla Ela from beginning to end, with Kong always on the defensive.

As expected.

After dozens of exchanges, Vanilla Ela quickly found the opportunity, her offensive accelerating abruptly, catching Kong off guard, followed by—

“Shhh” sound.

Vanilla’s sword tip tore through Kong’s sleeve, leaving a shallow blood mark.

At this point,

The outcome of the match was decided.

Kong stepped back, a trace of reluctance flashing in her silver eyes.

Vanilla retracted her sword and stood tall, her red hair flying, with a victor’s proud smile on her face: “Your spatial talent is indeed astounding, but when it comes down to the essence of sword skill, you still fall short.”

She glanced around, her voice clear and confident, “In Fran, no, in the entire Wizard World, in terms of swordsmanship level alone, no one can surpass the inheritance of my Ela Family!”

Kong pouted, her face evidently displeased, yet she had nothing to retort.

Vanilla’s swordsmanship had indeed reached an inconceivable level, a pure focus on the art of “severing” so extreme that it challenged conventional swordsmanship concepts.

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She wanted to say something but didn’t know how to retort.

However,

At that moment, Kong’s gaze swept over the audience and suddenly fixed on Lynch. Her silver eyes flickered slightly, and her mouth curved into a subtle arc.

“Vanilla, your swordsmanship is indeed exquisite,” Kong suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of provocation, “but do you dare to compete with one of the audience present? I dare say his swordsmanship can rival yours.”

Vanilla raised her brows, her laughter crisp yet laced with evident disdain: “Oh? In this Farlan City, there are still those who can compete with me, Vanilla Ela, in swordsmanship? Point him out for me to see!”

She declared proudly, “Not just in Fran, but even throughout the Wizard World!”

“Speaking of swordsmanship, who can match me?”

The audience immediately erupted, people looking around, wanting to see the one Kong mentioned.

Kong lifted her hand, her slender finger accurately pointing at Lynch among the crowd—”It’s him.”

In an instant, all eyes were locked onto Lynch.

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