Chapter 679: Chapter 12: Facing the Sword God

The two continued their battle for over a dozen rounds, the clashing of swords and the sound of metal never ceasing.

Fanny Ela’s offensive was like a storm, each strike imbued with the determined will to cut through everything. Her fiery red hair flew wildly with her movements, like a blazing flame of battle.

However, Lynch’s defense was like the most tenacious rock, unmoved by the raging waves.

His sword moves seemed simple and plain, yet he always managed to deflect or guide aside Fanny’s fierce attacks with the smallest margins and most precise angles. His movements flowed like water, without a hint of stiffness.

“Clang!”

Once again, their swords clashed violently, a spray of dazzling sparks erupted, and the two used the force to float back several meters, temporarily widening the distance.

Lynch stood holding his sword, his breath steady, a hint of admiration in his gray eyes.

He spoke first: “Miss Fanny’s swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled. Today, it seems hard to decide a winner. Why don’t we call it a draw?”

His words were not mere politeness; he genuinely felt that on a pure skill level, the opponent was the strongest he had ever encountered. Continuing might not yield a decisive winner in a short time.

“A draw?”

Upon hearing this, Fanny Ela’s bright eyes instantly narrowed, as if offended like a phoenix.

She arrogantly tossed her fiery hair, pointing her sword at Lynch again, her voice clear and filled with undeniable confidence: “On my battlefield of swordsmanship, the words ’draw’ do not exist! In the Ela family’s dictionary, there is only victory or defeat! And I will never lose!”

Her pride would not allow this highly anticipated duel to end in such a manner.

Lynch raised an eyebrow, not surprised by this outcome. He could sense her near-obsessive desire to win. “So, what does Miss Fanny mean?”

“The warm-up is over!” Fanny Ela’s aura suddenly changed, an aura far more terrifying and sharper than before began to rise from her body, the air around her seemed to become dense and filled with cutting sensation.

“You are worthy of me using my true power. Next, we will elevate the intensity of our battle—use Extraordinary Power, do you dare to accept?”

“Use Extraordinary Power?” Lynch’s eyes immediately flashed with intense interest.

He was also eager to witness what kind of astonishing power the Ela family’s legendary “Sword God’s Power,” combined with this extraordinary swordsmanship, could unleash.

“Wow—!”

The audience in the stands instantly erupted, a tremendous uproar sweeping through the entire central arena like a tsunami.

“Oh my! Are they getting serious now?!”

“Sword God’s Power! Finally, we can see it with our own eyes!”

“This ticket was worth every penny! To witness the Thorn Sword God use her bloodline power!”

Kong’s figure appeared ghostlike at the edge of the stage, his silver eyes sparkling with excitement as he took the initiative to say, “Very well! Since you want to upgrade the battlefield, let me construct a barrier for you to ensure the energy doesn’t leak out and harm the innocent!”

He quickly formed hand seals, powerful spatial energy fluctuations emanating, a more solid, complex silver rune-decorated transparent barrier rapidly rose, enveloping the entire stage. This barrier exuded a presence of stabilizing space and absorbing energy, enough to withstand extremely powerful impacts.

Lynch felt the sharp aura rising from Fanny, seemingly capable of tearing the sky asunder, igniting his fighting spirit completely. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the Glory Cross Sword, his eyes flashing with a challenging light.

“In that case,” he said, his voice steady but filled with undeniable confidence, “let me experience the true Sword God’s Power of the Ela family!”

The atmosphere on the stage suddenly became immensely heavy, like the stillness before a storm. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the earth-shattering moment to come.

Fanny Ela’s red hair moved on its own as if it were burning flames, and the Thorn Longsword in her hand began to hum, a blue aura rapidly expanding, threads of energy like tangible sword qi started swirling around her.

However—

“Dong—! Dong—! Dong—!”

At that moment, three grand, distant, yet urgent bell chimes suddenly echoed from a direction at the center of Farlan City, penetrating the din of the arena and the barrier’s confinement, clearly reverberating in everyone’s ears.

This bell seemed to carry some special power and urgency.

About to fully unleash the Sword God’s Power, Fanny Ela’s movements came to an abrupt halt. She inclined her ear to listen, the rhythm of the bell bringing a trace of amazement and visible irritation to her radiant face.

The terrifying power surging from her body, ready to burst forth, receded like a tide, replaced by frustration and reluctance in her eyes.

“Hmph!” She snorted coldly in extreme discontent, glaring fiercely at Lynch as if he was the cause of this unexpected interruption.

“Consider yourself lucky!” Fanny Ela sheathed her sword, her tone restored to her unique haughtiness, though anyone could hear the indignation in it, “The family’s urgent summons, we have to stop here for today.”

After saying that, without even waiting for Lynch’s response, her figure flickered, turning into a streak of red light, breaking through the barrier Kong had set at an astonishing speed, disappearing towards the arena exit, leaving behind a group of gaping spectators and a somewhat bewildered Lynch on stage.

A duel that was supposed to be earth-shattering came to an unexpected halt in such an unforeseen manner.

The silence around the ring only lasted for a brief moment before being shattered by a more tumultuous wave of noise.

“It’s over just like that?!”

“The Ela family’s emergency summons bell… what a pity!”

“But… it was incredible! Someone actually matched the ’Thorn Sword God’ in swordsmanship to this extent!”

“Who on earth is Lynch Valen? I’ve never heard of him before!”

“The way he defended just now was impeccable! To think he intercepted Miss Fanny’s violent assault completely!”

Countless gazes focused on Lynch, those gazes filled with incredulity, curiosity, and undisguised admiration.

The voices of these discussions surged like waves, but Lynch did not pay them much attention. He kept looking towards the direction where Fanny Ela disappeared, slightly furrowing his brows.

’What a shame…’

The next sword strike, about to erupt with the true “Sword God’s” power, its mere prelude was already awe-inspiring. Failing to experience its full glory personally was undoubtedly a missed rare opportunity for a Knight and Wizard in pursuit of ultimate power.

Lynch exhaled lightly, suppressing the slight discontent in his heart, and stored away the Glory Cross Sword into its designated semi-plane space.

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At the same time, with a thought, a semi-transparent system panel quietly unfolded in his consciousness again. His gaze swept over the familiar data, finally landing on the newly emerged line of text:

[Sword Intent lv0: 1/100000]

“Sword Intent…” Lynch silently mouthed this unfamiliar term in his mind, his gray eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

In the clash with Fanny Ela’s ultimate sword skills, at that moment of heightened concentration and limitless perception, something mysterious seemed to be stirred.

It was not new energy, nor a concrete sword move, but more like a kind of… budding realm, a deeper understanding and resonance with the “sword.”

Was it because there was a strong enough opponent? Was it because of the purest sword skills born for “cutting”? Or was it the unremitting practice of swordsmanship over the years that finally triggered a qualitative change today?

What would this “Sword Intent” bring? Greater killing power? More precise insight? Or perhaps a sort of mental oppression?

Countless questions flashed through his mind.

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