fynovel Chapter 770 - 727: Duel (Part 2)
Chapter 770 - 727: Duel (Part 2)
His expression changed.
The Duke sat in the stands, his gaze slightly focused.
Leon began to undergo changes.
The silver-white armor suddenly erupted with a dazzling light.
It was not ordinary fighting spirit being released, but the armor itself was glowing.
The inscribed runes on the armor lit up one after another, from the shoulder plates to the chest plate, from the armguards to the greaves, the entire armor seemed to come alive.
The longsword in his hand resonated too.
The runes etched on the sword harmonized with the armor, and the seven Holy Silver crystals simultaneously emitted a blazing light.
The glow grew stronger, brighter, until it completely engulfed Leon.
When the light slightly receded, the stands erupted with uncontrollable gasps.
Leon had changed.
He still stood there, but at this moment, he no longer looked human.
His whole being turned silver-white.
Not wearing silver-white armor, but he himself—his skin, his hair, his eyes—all transformed into pure silver-white, seemingly condensed from light.
He stood there like an unsheathed Holy Sword, like solidified moonlight, like a legendary hero appearing.
"This is..."
The Duke’s brow furrowed slightly.
This sensation felt very similar to when he entered an elementalized state, both were temporary life form transitions, converting oneself into a more pure energy form.
Yet it was completely different.
When he was elementalized, he transformed into wind, into fire, into water, into earth, becoming part of the element, becoming the element itself.
But Leon’s current state was more akin to burning.
Igniting his fighting spirit and magic power simultaneously, combining them within some kind of special inherited secret technique, transforming into this silver-white, a bizarre form between matter and energy.
That was not elementalization.
That was the Holy Silver Knight Order’s core secret technique lost for centuries.
In the arena, Leon raised his head.
Those eyes, completely turned silver-white, gazed at Audric across a thirty-step distance.
"Again."
His voice had changed too, carrying a metallic texture, sounding as if from a great distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.
This time, it was so fast that most people couldn’t see clearly.
The Duke’s eyes squinted slightly.
Even with his Level 2 Mage spiritual power, he could only catch a blurry silver-white trajectory.
The trajectory continuously zigzagged through the air, each zigzag accompanied by the scream of the air being ripped apart.
Audric’s expression finally changed.
Those light golden, vertical pupils slightly contracted, and the careless smile at the corner of his mouth faded a bit.
He no longer stood still.
Audric’s figure drifted to the left while raising his right hand.
This time, it wasn’t just a single finger, but the whole hand covered in dense golden scales.
"Clang!"
A loud noise echoed, causing many in the stands to instinctively cover their ears.
Leon’s sword struck Audric’s hand.
The clash of silver-white sword light with golden scale armor exploded into dazzling light.
The shock wave spread in all directions, colliding with the space barrier, triggering intense ripples.
Leon didn’t stop.
His first sword was blocked, and he already swung his second sword.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth sword—each fast enough to dazzle, each carrying the power to split mountains.
Audric’s hands were completely covered in golden scales, weaving an impenetrable defensive net before him.
Every sword light that struck the scale armor erupted into a continuous clashing metallic sound, as if someone were frantically beating a gigantic copper bell.
But everyone could see—
Audric was retreating.
Though he was stepping back just half a step at a time, and his defense remained unbreakable, he was indeed retreating.
In the stands, the smile on the woman’s face, the Witch of Blood Roses, froze.
On the West Coast stands, a loud cheer erupted.
The Duke did not cheer.
His eyes were fixed on Audric.
The blond-haired man, though retreating, showed no signs of panic in those light golden, vertical pupils.
Instead, something deeper was being ignited.
That was the excitement a predator felt when encountering true prey during hunting.
Leon’s offensive grew fiercer.
Leon’s assault grew increasingly fierce.
He transformed into a silver-white storm, frantically slashing from all directions.
Every slash left a lingering silver-white mark in the air.
These marks intertwined, almost enveloping Audric completely.
Then, Audric smiled.
That smile was no longer the careless, aristocratic one from before; it was something more genuine, more wild.
"Finally..." His voice emerged from the storm of sword light, "...something interesting."
He stopped his retreat.
Letting three sword lights strike him simultaneously.
"Clang clang clang!"
Three crisp sounds rang out as the sword light struck the dark red robe he wore.
To be precise, it wasn’t the robe but a faint golden halo that suddenly emerged on its surface.
The halo was almost transparent, yet it firmly blocked the three swords.
At the same time, around Audric, golden flowers began to appear.
These flowers grew from his feet, blossoming one after another in the void.
Each one was palm-sized, with pure golden petals, the edges glowing faintly.
The most peculiar aspect was the core of the flowers.
In the center of each flower wasn’t a normal pistil, but a—
Eye.
A golden, vertical pupil eye, identical to Audric’s dragon eyes.
The eyes slowly rotated, observing the surroundings.
Leon’s sword slashed again.
A golden flower floated to his sword edge, its central dragon eye facing the sword light.
"Buzz—"
The sword light struck the petal without the sound of metal clashing, but a low hum echoed.
The sword edge sank into the petal, as if cutting into an exceptionally resilient material, unable to move an inch further.
Leon withdrew his sword, turned around, and slashed from another direction.
A second golden flower floated over, blocking the sword edge.
The same low hum, the same halt.
Leon continuously switched to seven directions, slashing seventeen times.
Seventeen golden flowers floated around him, each one blocking his sword.
Meanwhile, Audric stood in place, hands behind his back, his dark red robe not even fluttering for a moment.
The golden flowers slowly rotated around him, the dragon eyes in their centers watching Leon like seventeen silent sentinels.
The stands fell silent.
The Duke’s gaze rested on those seventeen golden flowers.
He could sense those flowers weren’t ordinary magical constructs.
Each flower contained extremely pure energy, closely linked to Audric’s Golden Dragon bloodline, seemingly an extension of his power.
The most terrifying were those dragon eyes.
Their eyes weren’t just decorative; they truly saw.
They could capture Leon’s attack trajectory, floating to the correct position before the sword edge arrived.
This was not defense.
This was prediction.
Leon stopped, standing amidst the seventeen golden flowers. The silver-white light around him remained intense, but seemed to dim slightly.
Audric looked at him, his lips slightly upturned.
"The Holy Silver incarnation is indeed impressive," he said, "to force me to use this, you’ve not disgraced your ancestors."
He paused, a playful gleam in his pale golden eyes.
"However—"
He gently raised his hand, a golden flower floating to his palm, its central dragon eye facing Leon.
"Do you know what these flowers are called?"
Leon said nothing.
Audric answered for him.
"Dragon Eye Golden Stamen," he said softly, his voice clearly reaching everyone’s ears, "the golden dragon bloodline’s talent secret technique, each flower is an eye."
He paused, the curve of his lips deepening.
"As long as one eye remains open, any of your attacks will not harm me."
Leon’s expression finally changed.
The seventeen golden flowers slowly rotated around him, seventeen dragon eyes watching him from all directions.
These flowers and dragon slit pupils exerted immense pressure on Leon, as if he were completely seen through.
No matter how fast he was, his attacks were firmly caught by these flowers.