Chapter 134: Light Sword Style vs. Light Sword Style
“Excellent! Lord Claude, you truly are quick-witted and eloquent, with a demeanor unmatched by ordinary folks,” Diaz laughed, his voice echoing in the hall, slightly grating on the ears.
The middle-aged Count furrowed his brow earlier, but due to Claude’s words, he held his tongue.
Claude nodded slightly and addressed the crowd.
“Please disperse, everyone. Steward, fetch twenty Barrier Masters to enclose a radius of one hundred meters, to prevent any unintended harm to bystanders during my duel with His Excellency Diaz.”
“Yes, sir.” The elderly steward nodded slightly, then vanished from sight in the next moment, leaving the onlookers.
In just a few minutes, twenty Barrier Masters clad in black robes hurriedly arrived, and the crowd immediately cleared a path for them. Claude strode up to Diaz, and the two couldn’t help but smile again.
Between two powerful individuals, there is no need for verbal sparring.
The Barrier Masters evidently had experience in this regard. The twenty of them swiftly erected a translucent barrier with a radius of one hundred meters, creating a milky-white shield. Its strength would require considerable effort even for a sealed Emperor.
Everyone whispered to each other, yet there was no sign of the vulgar practice of placing bets, indicating that the nobles at the banquet were disdainful of such things.
Tyr was squeezed to the back of the crowd, unable to see clearly, but the tense atmosphere alone conveyed itself vividly. It was evident that the next moment would mark the beginning of the battle.
“Mr. 123, who do you think will win?”
A clear voice came from beside Tyr, but it wasn’t Arena’s. Curious, Tyr turned to see an extraordinary girl with light blue hair before him.
“Hello, Miss Damiyala.”
Though puzzled as to why she approached him, Tyr noticed the cautious look from Zhang Ling behind the girl. He decided to respond calmly.
“If Diaz were in his previous state, I believe Claude would win for sure. But I sense that something has changed about Diaz… It’s hard to say who will win now.”
“Is there a change…”
“Yes, Miss Damiyala, which one do you favor?”
“Of course, it’s Master Claude,” Damiyala replied without hesitation, her confident attitude causing Tyr to raise an eyebrow. Well, he supported Claude’s victory as well.
“Hahaha, that boy Claude, he’s causing trouble even before I’ve left.” Duke Falexis sat in his study, chuckling as he looked at the scrying stone on his desk. Behind him, Laogeri shook his head and smiled, saying.
“Claude may seem composed most of the time, but after all, he’s still a young man. It’s inevitable for him to confront peers of similar strength. Moreover, given that the other party initiated the provocation, it’s only natural and reasonable for Claude not to refuse.”
“Hmm…,” Duke Falexis naturally understood this. However, this unexpected event wasn’t necessarily a disadvantage. If Claude won, it would further enhance his reputation, and if he lost, it could polish the latent fierceness within him.
As for whether Claude’s loss would have an impact on the Duchy, the answer was yes, but it would be extremely limited. Ultimately, in this world, strength spoke loudest. Good talent could bring fame, but it couldn’t change the course of history.
“Then let’s wait a bit longer. After all, Secretary Zamiyah and the others haven’t arrived yet.”
“I’m afraid they won’t be arriving,” Laogeri said lightly, a wise gleam in his eyes.
“Miss Rafinas also called on the magic voice stone, saying she had an important meeting at her academy, so she had to return to Avalon immediately. As for that lad, Simira, he just said hello to me and left. I wonder whose temperament he resembles, haha.”
“After all, he was slapped in the face by a young man in front of so many people. His attitude was already quite mild. If it were someone else, even Zamiyah’s prestige might not have mattered here,” Duke Falexis shook his head. However, that masked youth at the time was indeed a gem. If he could be utilized by the Duchy, he might become a talented powerhouse once again.
“So, let’s begin,” with Diaz’s magnetic voice resounding, the entire hall seemed to sway, and eventually, the power of invisible elements gradually converged. Diaz emitted a radiant aura, causing everyone to squint their eyes.
Tyr could clearly sense that this iteration of the Heaven’s Convergence Formation was more solid than the one a month ago, with the flow of elements more majestic. The power was likely much stronger. Indeed, something had changed about Diaz over the past month.
Claude shook his head slightly and calmly said.
“If you don’t give it your all.”
Claude reached out his right hand, gathering light elemental power gradually. It was silent and unassuming, yet it made everyone’s hearts tremble. Then, they heard Claude’s calm voice.
“The next strike will be your death.”
Tyr involuntarily took two steps back, as the terrifying sword intent made his whole body break out in goosebumps. If he didn’t know that this barrier could withstand attacks from sealed Emperors, Tyr might have turned and run.
What is that?
Tyr looked at the ethereal longsword emanating a faint golden light in the opponent’s hand, feeling a chilling sensation creeping over him.
