Chapter 223 (1/2)

Chapter 223

At the center of the battlefield, the moment the golden and the crimson auras intersected, all eyes in the vicinity turned towards the spectacle. Ordinary soldiers might not realize it, but the leaders of both sides knew that the outcome of this duel would determine the war’s end.

Beyond Logan’s plans, Patrik harbored his own belief.

“Even if Master Sword Sage wins, he won’t kill Logan. Would fellow disciples truly seek each other’s lives?”

It might be decided without a real fight.

That faint hope had existed.

But then—

BOOOM!

CLANG! CRASH!

RIP.

With a blast, the duel erupted in bloodshed from the start.

Staggering from a gushing wound at his side, Logan was caught unawares by the Sword Sage’s kick, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Without hesitation, the Sword Sage’s blade swept through the empty ground as a gold aura cut a faint line across his neck.

BANG!

After the intense skirmish, the master and disciple were thrown in opposite directions.

Each stopped the bleeding, their eyes heavy and filled with murderous intent.

Patrik stood agape.

“No way...?!”

Fortunately, his counterpart, Lewis, seemed equally shocked.

WHISH.

The chilling breeze seemed to cool the heated gaze that was more fierce than anyone had anticipated.

“You’ve improved a lot.”

“Thanks to you, Master...!”

BOOM!

Trying to exploit an opening, Logan deflected an incoming blade but couldn’t muster enough strength, pain assaulting his body.

The Sword Sage’s relentless crimson aura charged, targeting Logan’s vitals without hesitation.

“Damn it!”

Logan, already on the back foot, was now forced to unleash 32 layers of golden aura in response.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

His power erased every approaching sword strike, yet his master’s crimson aura only paused momentarily without fading.

With a short gasp, the Sword Sage vanished, only to reappear behind Logan with another tempestuous assault.

BAM!

Logan managed to deflect most of the onslaught and even counterattack.

This was possible due to his transcendental abilities and his familiarity with his master’s sword patterns.

In a moment, blood spurted from Logan’s arm, and the Sword Sage sustained a scratch on his cheek.

Their skills were on display, but their expressions were opposite.

Logan smiled as the Sword Sage murmured in a low voice.

“Such immense talent. Have you memorized all the techniques I taught you?”

“It’s a grace I can’t forget.”

The conversation unfit for a battlefield caused the Sword Sage’s impassive gaze to waver momentarily.

“No need for such words.”

Unfortunately for Logan, his master’s wavering resolve was fleeting, and his movements became even more forceful.

RIP.

As Logan narrowly evaded, the ground where he stood split apart.

He felt a weight like dozens of times his own, a feeling of intense pressure.

‘Heavy Swordsmanship!’