Chapter 55 Defeat

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Such mastery of the seven-streamed sword technique was legendary, a sign of her status as a Tier 5 practitioner. The very air seemed to freeze in the construct's wake. But Jolthar's eyes gleamed with an inner darkness. As the ice blade descended, tendrils of shadow began to seep from his sword. "Void Wrath," he whispered and struck. The collision shook the tavern. Where blade met blossom, reality itself seemed to waver. Jolthar's sword, wreathed in writhing shadows, had somehow caught the massive ice construct. Cracks began spreading through the crystalline petals. "Impossible!" Belan's composure cracked for the first time. "No Tier 4 swordsman could—" "I am more than mere tiers," Jolthar responded, his voice eerily calm as the void energies intensified. With a final surge of power, his sword shattered her ice construct, sending crystalline shards across the tavern. Belan's eyes narrowed. "Who are you really?" Her eyes scanned his features his long sword, his silver hair, and no matter how she looked, he was just a boy, not more than 18. How could he possibly be able to counter her attack? She began weaving complex patterns with her sword, and the remaining colours of her technique blazed to life. Her movements were graceful, almost like a dance as she moved with her sword swinging carefully. And it just wasn't for show. The air was filled with thousands of razor petals, each stream a different deadly hue. They moved like living things, forming hundreds of snakes. The display was breathtaking - and lethal. But Jolthar had already begun moving. His sword left trails of darkness as he wove through the assault, the void energies consuming any petals that came too close. Each clash of steel against energy sent dark sparks cascading through the air. "Your technique is beautiful," he acknowledged, even as he advanced. "But beauty alone isn't enough." The void energies around his blade intensified, forming a spiralling wheel of shadow that began to consume the very light around it. Belan's eyes widened as she felt the pressure of his power. Even as she poured more mana into her assault, she could see the petals being drawn into that lightless maelstrom. Despite the growing dread in her heart, she activated her final defence—the legendary Azure Shield of the Blue Rose, a mystical barrier that had protected the Seraglio's leaders for generations. The air shimmered as layers of translucent blue energy formed around her. "You're not the first to hide behind barriers," Jolthar said coldly and released his technique. The void wheel descended like an avalanche of shadow. Where it touched Belan's shields, cracks appeared in reality itself. One by one, her defensive layers shattered, each breaking faster than the last. The very air seemed to scream as void energy ate through her protections. Belan poured all her mana into her barrier, trying to withstand his attack. The wheel struck. The explosion sent ripples of darkness across the slum area. Belan plummeted from the sky like a fallen star, crashing into the cobblestones below. There was now a large audience who had gathered to watch his defeat; almost all of the city now gathered far from the scene, murmuring, mostly about the mysterious young man who defeated the mighty daughter of Blue Rose. It would certainly send a ripple through the lands of the continent. Roblan, who was watching from afar, with widened eyes. Just who was this young man that his mother sent? As Jolthar approached the crater, a figure blurred into existence between them - an older woman in elaborate blue robes, her silver hair whipping in the wind. Dame Cerulean, the Seraglio's Master of Arms. "You dare!" she snarled, power radiating from her form. But before the situation could escalate further, another presence made itself known. Standing at Cerulean's side was a tall woman with striking golden eyes—Lysandra.

Chapter 55 Defeat

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