Chapter 70

The momentum of the blade was like fire, the momentum of the blade was like wind.

Valdorf's strike met Safirian's sword head-on.

As a power-focused warrior, Valdorf's ferocity was unleashed to the fullest. If it weren't for the opponent's use of qi to reinforce that broken sword, he believed his fate would have been to have his sword shattered and himself killed.

The qi within each warrior's body varied in usage due to their different ranks; but qi would always be consumed in different ways. When the qi within their bodies was depleted, they would be no different from ordinary people.

Therefore, in a duel between warriors of the same rank, the degree to which both sides controlled the consumption of qi also became a key factor.

Valdorf was certain that Safirian's qi would be exhausted before his. When he used the extra qi to reinforce that broken defensive sword, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

What puzzled him was why Safirian would foolishly engage him in a direct confrontation. He had many doubts, but a warrior's duel did not allow for extraneous thoughts.

Safirian's hands, gripping the sword, trembled continuously. The broken blade's edge emitted a mournful cry. If it weren't for his legs, which were embedded in the ground, absorbing most of the impact, his body would likely have lost balance due to the force, with obvious consequences.

The clash between the blade and the sword was no longer a simple confrontation; the qi between them was also fiercely battling.

"Truly worthy of being a peak swordsman focused on power. Blocking that strike is probably my limit."

Sweat mixed with blood covered his face. In this battle, Safirian actually managed a strained smile as he looked at Valdorf.

Because of that strike, they were facing each other for the first time at such close range.

Valdorf silently pressed his large blade down even further, adding to the peril of Safirian's situation.

In a battle without absolute confidence in one's strength, idle chatter was equivalent to courting death.

"Truly a man without any sense of humor. Don't you want to know why I foolishly blocked your strike?"

These words were almost painfully squeezed out from between Safirian's clenched teeth, as he once again felt the weight of the strange large blade.

"Why?"

He spoke, confident in his victory, he wanted to know why.

If he was willing to say.

"Because—"

Safirian's strange smile made Valdorf's heart tighten.

At that moment, his blade and his qi broke through all of Safirian's defenses.

The crisp sound of the sword breaking, his sword shattered.

The loud impact, his blade cut into the ground.

"To break the magic seal on the scroll would take me a lot of time, but if I use the force of your strike, combined with the qi flow within my body, I can dismantle the structure of the magic's rules. So... goodbye, 'friend.'"

At that moment, Safirian's figure had already vanished, leaving only his mocking laughter echoing in the air.

A peak upper-class swordsman who had touched the FerNu rules possessed the power to break the rules of magic, but there was a fundamental difference between scroll magic and a mage's instant magic.

Creating a scroll of magic was a highly rigorous and difficult process. Not only did it involve merging magic and structuring rules, but the key was how to resolve the repulsion between different rules to maintain stability.

Therefore, the complexity of the magic rules in a scroll far exceeded those of a mage's instant magic.

"Struggle Swamp" was a type of high-level control magic in the earth element. If it were an instant magic cast by a high-level mage, Safirian could quickly break it through rule analysis, but analyzing scroll magic was a more time-consuming process.

There were few ways to dispel scroll magic, and brute force was one of them.

Each scroll of magic had a certain tolerance for external forces. When the external force exceeded the tolerance of the magic's structure, the stability of the rule structure would be disrupted, leading to a weakening or elimination of the magic's effect.

Safirian used this method.

As the kingdom's most powerful guard force, this knowledge was just a small part of their training.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

Gallinane, standing behind Valdorf, asked somewhat uneasily.

"Notify all members to prepare for a retreat."

After a moment of silence, Valdorf retracted his strange large blade.

Safirian's escape was not unexpected, as their goal had already been achieved.

"Beim might have run into trouble." Babize suddenly said from the side.

"What happened?" Valdorf turned and asked in a low voice.

"Some of his subordinates have returned, reporting that their first task was completed, but the second task took so long, which is not Beim's usual style." Babize said sternly.

"Have Saut investigate after this. We don't have any more time to waste here."

Valdorf said directly and decisively.

He knew that when the spies of various factions in the academy reported back, it would be too late to stay.

"I wonder if you, on the throne, will fall ill again when you hear the news here. Haha—how amusing it would be to see your furious and ridiculous face."

Looking towards the distant palace, a hoarse laugh, murmuring to himself.

...

The hazy night enveloped the entire academy. As the daytime bustle faded, a cold and eerie atmosphere settled over the heart.

This was the first time Xalan felt the grandeur of the Royal Central Academy.

He had been running for a long time, his steps never stopping, but he was still within the academy.

And the relentless pursuer behind him was closing the distance.

"Swift Movement" indeed had the ability to shake him off, but he hadn't expected the other party to use a beneficial scroll of magic just to chase him.

So, he slowed his pace and stopped in a grassy area surrounded by greenery.

"Hmph, why did you stop running?"

Gegert, who had been chasing him, slowed down a few dozen steps away, slowly moving forward. Out of caution, he didn't know why Xalan had suddenly stopped, perhaps out of surrender, perhaps out of trickery—

"I've always been curious, why are you so persistent in pursuing me?"

Turning around, the purple moonlight illuminated Xalan's ordinary face after his disguise. He looked at him seriously, asking.

"Why? Because I want to kill you. Is that reason enough?"

Gegert pulled back the black hood covering his head, revealing a cruelly smiling face. Two silver glints flashed from his wide sleeves, and he gripped two sharp short blades in his hands.

"Are you sure you can kill me?"

Xalan drew his sword.

"Unfortunately, you won't be the first upper-class swordsman to die at my hands."

Seeing Xalan's aura of impending eruption, the short blades in Gegert's hands began to move like a snake's tongue, eager to strike.

The inevitable battle was finally upon them.

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① Instant Magic: Magic released by a mage after communicating with the rules using magic, forming a stable magic array.

Since the birth of mages, the complexity of casting magic has been simplified over a long period, making it easier for mages and also making the structure of rules easier to analyze and break.

② Control Magic: One of the types of magic disciplines.

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