Chapter 223
Regressor of the Fallen Family
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 warâs end.
Beyond Loganâs plans, Patrik harbored his own belief.
âEven if Master Sword Sage wins, he wonât kill Logan. Would fellow disciples truly seek each otherâs lives?â
It might be decided without a real fight.
That faint hope had existed.
But thenâ
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 Sageâs kick, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Without hesitation, the Sword Sageâs 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.
âNo wayâ¦?!â
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.
âYouâve improved a lot.â
âThanks to you, Masterâ¦!â
BOOM!
Trying to exploit an opening, Logan deflected an incoming blade but couldnât muster enough strength, pain assaulting his body.
The Sword Sageâs relentless crimson aura charged, targeting Loganâs vitals without hesitation.
âDamn it!â
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 masterâs 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 masterâs sword patterns.
In a moment, blood spurted from Loganâs 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.
âSuch immense talent. Have you memorized all the techniques I taught you?â
âItâs a grace I canât forget.â
The conversation unfit for a battlefield caused the Sword Sageâs impassive gaze to waver momentarily.
âNo need for such words.â
Unfortunately for Logan, his masterâs 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.
âHeavy Swordsmanship!â
It was the first technique Logan had learned from his master, now pressed with full murderous intent.
âIâll show it to you slowly. Focus!â
Reminisced his first lesson, Loganâs present was different from before.
His own sword aura pushed back against the oppressiveness.
But along with that, a searing crimson aura split the space where Logan stood.
SWISH.
âHmm?!â
The Sword Sage naturally responded to the blurred afterimages of Logan, who had mastered the Phantom Shadow Technique to an extreme.
The red and gold auras clashed once more.
GRIND.
âYouâve truly learned well.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThatâs thanks to your teaching.â
âItâs a pity, all the more for it.â
BANG!
âUGH!â
While the Sword Sageâs melancholic eyes didnât match the ferocity of his subsequent kick to Loganâs abdomen, the red aura that followed was ruthlessly fast.
Logan, now forced to expend another of his trump cards, activated his Regeneration Bracelet as wounds erupted across his body.
âUsing the gracious gifts of His Majesty like that!â
The Sword Sageâs grim expression was followed by a swift incoming strike.
Logan moved instinctively, spotting a slight gap, thanks to the recovering period after his masterâs major technique.
âAfterimage.â
Logan divided into two, each swiping their swords as they passed by the Sword Sage.
A faint sound of tearing, and again they crossed paths.
The Sword Sageâs cheek now bore a deep gashâthe first real wound since the battle began.
But Logan was not thrilled; he was angry.
Soldiers shedding blood against each otherâwhy must it be this way?
Logan pleaded, reflecting his thoughts.
âDo we truly need to fight to the finish? Please, Master, consider the greater good. As we once united to end the civil strife!â
The Sword Sage flinched.
Was there a change of heart?
Logan impatiently pressed on.
âMaster. The King is now on a completely wrong pathâ¦â
âI know.â
âWhat?â
âI am well aware of the wrongs His Majesty has done to you. But, Logan, I find you more dangerous.â
âWhat do you meanâ¦?â
âLogan. After dethroning the King, what is it that you plan to do?â
âObviously, to restore the kingdom toââ
âYouâre not planning to become King yourself?â
Caught off guard, Loganâs complexion stiffened.
âI have no suchââ
He had no such intentions.
Before leaving for the empire, he couldâve said so without hesitation.
But facing his master now, the words struggled to come.
It had never occurred to him, but the thought that becoming King would make it easier to prepare against the empire now seemed natural.
âI never intended to. Honestly.â
However, that brief hesitation had already solidified the Sword Sageâs expression.
âYour hesitation is your answer, and thatâs why this is my cause, Logan.â
The final thunderous burst from the Sword Sageâs sword erased all lingering hope.
âLetâs put an end to it.â
A low hum as condensed red lightning enveloped the blade, Logan well aware of its implication.
âLightning Chaser.â
The Sword Sageâs ultimate tech, a philosophy of mastery over space through speed, by Felix Esperanza.
It was a moment of utmost crisis, yet Loganâs eyes shone with conviction.
Imagining countless duels with his master, Logan had deduced that this moment offered the highest chance of victory.
âDo not use a technique that expends all your power without certainty. It is a double-edged sword.â
âMe? I even find it difficult to control when using Lightning Chaser. It is such a technique after all.â
The weaknesses his master inadvertently taught him.
âToo powerful and lacking controlâ¦â
Absurd, but Logan saw the chance to overcome his master.
âGoing in!â
Marked by a trait deep within his soul, an additional core light shone within Loganâs heartâs poscore.
With daily practice since his awakening, the sensation of ascending existentially was still daunting.
Power surged, senses expanded, and a confidence as if he could do anything welled up, but Logan knew it was a mistake.
âEven now, my abilities are only equal to my masterâs.â
Despite the ascended state, Logan knew his physical abilities and senses were only on par with his master.
Fortunately, Logan had prepared a few more tricks.
âWind Godâs Boots, Mighty Gauntlets, Guardian Shoulder Pads.â
A hum as the specially named artifacts accepted his force, boosting his physical capabilities.
Lying dormant until this pivotal moment, the artifacts disrupted his masterâs senses.
Then there was the âTime Acceleration.â
Magic in the beloved sword Lux activated for the first time in ages, accelerating his consciousness.
Only when this sensation joined with the exhilarating forces surging throughout his body did Logan confirm he had surpassed his masterâs physical capabilities.
âRelying on artifacts only stagnates oneâs true skill.â
Challenging his masterâs rigid philosophy, who preferred nothing more than sturdy but ordinary armor, Logan had no choice.
âOtherwise, I have no chance.â
It was not just the physical enhancement provided by the artifacts that would allow him to win.
Loganâs biggest trump card against his masterâs technique was ready.
The power from Loganâs heartâs poscore focused on a single point.
âI can do this!â
As the red lightning began to crack from the sword, Logan perceived the absurd acceleration of his master.
With a swift sweep of Lux, the golden force turned into an aura, then into a strange waveform, filling the front space.
GRIND.
The faces of both master and disciple distorted as gold and crimson met.
Still, Loganâs expression remained steadfast.
âYou wonât be able to stop this. I havenât shown it to you.â
The fifth form of the Divine Sword Secret; after the previous four techniques splitting waves, metal, earth, and flame.
Beyond the first three moves aimed at cutting tangible things, was the second intermediate move designed to cut the formless.
âLife Severing Slash.â
Loganâs golden aura perfectly shattered the red aura to pieces.