The sun was setting, and the sky in Dragon Clouds City had begun to darken.
But in this narrow alleyway, the sound of metal colliding could be heard, and the continuous flashes of sparks illuminated the two people in the middle of a fierce battle!
Clang!
Cohen gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and raised his saber. Relying on his instincts, he once again narrowly blocked his opponent's slash.
No!
He couldn't sense the direction of his opponent's attack.
If this went on …
He was going to lose.
Cohen took a deep breath and took two steps back, increasing the distance between him and the enemy.
At this point, the police and the enemy's swords had already clashed six times.
Kohen focused all his attention on his opponent's hand and sword, thinking about the effect of his opponent's Power of Eradication in concealing the direction of his attack.
But that was not what worried him the most.
The police officer's right hand could not stop trembling. The Glory of the Stars shone with a silver light on his skin, trying his best to neutralize the ruthless Power of Eradication that invaded his arm during the fierce battle.
That was terrible.
It was the same as the previous encounter. The Power of Eradication would automatically transmit itself through the force on the sword.
Without warning, it invaded, infiltrated, and destroyed all human tissues that could host the Power of Eradication.
Cohen tightened the muscles in his right arm, his face as cold as ice.
"It's a good sword, but it's a pity it's not suitable for this kind of terrain." The young man looked at Cohen's silver sword with a black hilt and smiled happily in the narrow alley. "Does it have a name?"
The young man was very confident. The narrow alley restricted Kohen's saber, and his hand-and-a-half sword was nimble and unhindered. Coupled with his terrifying Power of Eradication, the young man gritted his teeth.
In this battle, be it the environment, strategy, strength, or technique, he had the upper hand.
And these are the people the Tower of Eradication sent to hunt us down?
The young man looked at Cohen and smiled while shaking his head in his heart.
"Cohen Karabeyan," Cohen replied coldly.
Just like Groudon in Red Street Market, the young man's Power of Eradication was also filled with a suffocating violence. Apart from that, when they exchanged blows, the police officer felt as if he was being pricked by needles.
This severely affected Cohen's movements.
'So, ruthlessness and madness are common characteristics, while the sense of pain and the ability to conceal one's direction are personal attributes of the Power of Eradication?'
If that's the case … Cohen sighed and clenched his fist.
"Oh, I'm not asking for your name." The young man narrowed his eyes and pointed his sword between Cohen's eyes. "I'm asking for the name of your sword."
My trophy.
Under the gaze of the young man, Cohen heaved a sigh of relief. He lifted the blade with his left hand and said helplessly, "You were asking about this sword? Oh, this is a family heirloom. As for the name … "
Cohen's expression turned solemn.
"It will tell you!"
The next moment, the silver sword was already in front of the young man's eyes!
This was the first time Cohen took the initiative to attack after two rounds of defense: a dangerous thrust.
The young man cast his doubts out of his mind and swung his arm confidently. The Power of Eradication, which had almost become one with him, surged up violently, as if he was being stabbed by needles. Amidst the wonderful feeling of exhilaration and pain, he raised his sword towards Cohen.
A smile appeared on his face.
The young man knew that the Power of Eradication he possessed was far more powerful than the so-called conservative Swordsmen of Eradication — regardless of whether it was a trainee who had walked through the Tower of Eradication or a powerful swordsman who had been immersed in this path for many years.
Its destructive and amplifying power — the young man felt the pain from the power coursing through his body — was almost unimaginable, especially when it surged into his opponent's body like a violent beast.
The victor would be decided at that moment.
But the young man's expression suddenly froze.
He realized that his opponent this time was different!
* Clang! *
Cohen's longsword touched the young man's sword.
He did not have the slightest intention of parrying, blocking, fighting, or locking his blade. Instead, he did not use any strength and parted with the first touch!
The young man frowned and Cohen's next attack was launched.
Another thrust!
The young man dodged the rapier that was aimed at his abdomen and watched in disbelief as Cohen once again deftly parried his sword without any intention of fighting.
'This guy …' The young man gritted his teeth in shock. 'What's going on?
Damn it! '
"Come on!"
The suppressed young man roared, and the violent Power of Eradication in his body erupted to its highest level. Cohen immediately felt a faint prickling pain on his skin. "Are you afraid of fighting me?"
But the young man did not panic, nor did he get excited.
He just continued to calmly execute one attack after another …
Thrust!
"Do you still think that you can rely on your unexpected Power of Eradication to interfere with your opponent?" Cohen said coldly as he thrust again!
The young man was shocked and angry as he spun his sword, trying to use the 'Sword Lock' from the Sword of Eradication to trap Cohen's saber.
But the police's sword only touched it for a moment before it was withdrawn.
He did not give his opponent any chance to fight.
Not even a second!
"Relying on the Power of Eradication — is this your strategy?" Cohen calmly interfered with his opponent and quickly advanced. "I've said it before, you are not the first Disaster Sword I've met!"
"When I was recuperating from my injuries, I made thousands of predictions, thought about, and rehearsed how to deal with the violent Power of Eradication!"
"The destructive effect of the Power of Eradication also needs time, and it is transmitted through contact, right?" Cohen said coldly. "For example, when you fight with your sword?"
The young man looked at Cohen in shock.
In the next second, Cohen's expression changed as he retracted his sword. He quickly turned around!
"Compared to Groudon, compared to your senior who ran on the battlefield and experienced life and death …"
Cohen roared angrily and unleashed another sudden stab!
"You're still far from that!"
The young man could not dodge. He could only take a step back and block the attack with his sword.
* Hiss … * The soft and short sound of metal scraping against each other rose and died down in an instant!
The young man blocked Cohen's sword and watched in a disheveled manner as it pierced past his left ear, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind. Then, he watched helplessly as his enemy's sword once again avoided the clash of swords and attacks, and soared away like a proud falcon.
He waited for the next thrust!
"As for using the terrain to suppress my overly long sword?" Cohen's voice sounded especially detestable in the young man's ears. "What a childish tactic."
"One thrust and it'll be over."
"Simple, direct, and effective."
The narrow alley might have restricted Cohen's sword and swordsmanship, but it also prevented the young man from displaying his agility. Faced with a straight thrust that could usually be easily dodged, the young man could only raise his sword again and again to block and defend.
It was not that the young man had never thought of giving up on defense and going on the offensive, forcing Cohen to fight with him. The problem was that his hand-and-a-half-sword was shorter than Cohen's sword!
If he forced himself on Cohen, it was very likely that he would be pierced through the heart by Cohen's sword before he could execute his killing move.
The hand-and-a-half-sword, which was more suitable for swinging in the narrow alley, instantly became the young man's shortcoming.
'Damn it.'
The young man looked at his opponent's rapier with indignation. 'I … actually became the passive and disadvantaged party?'
Cohen, who had gained the upper hand, calmly turned his body to the side. With his right foot in front of him, he quickly followed up with a twist of his wrist. His sword did not stop.
It was another sudden thrust!
The young man retreated pathetically as he continuously parried.
'How lucky.'
Cohen chuckled in his heart. 'In this narrow alley, when I can't slash or slash … Master Kuradel, thank goodness you didn't forget your swordsmanship.'
One of the Eight Great Inheritors of the Tower of Eradication, Stink Kuradel of the Alumbia Kingdom in Thornland specialized in the 'Thrusting Sword Technique'.
The Thrusting Sword Technique originated from the era of the Final Empire. It was an elegant duel between southern knights wielding light swords. The key to this fencing technique was to test the opponent's movements and deliver a fatal blow. It was once widely spread in the south, even if it was once ridiculed by many generals and knights as the 'Maiden's Sword'.
But now, Cohen had given up on using normal swordsmanship in the narrow alley and switched to the 'Thrusting Sword Technique', turning the disadvantage of his sword's length into an advantage. It also prevented his opponent from using their Power of Eradication to gain the upper hand.
In the next thrust, the young man struggled to move. He finally relied on a protruding window to avoid Cohen's attack.
"Every type of Power of Eradication is different." Kohen sheathed his sword again and calmly walked past the window, which had obviously been lengthened by its owner. He stared at his enemy with a determined gaze. "Even the same Power of Eradication differs from person to person. Different people will have different subtle changes …"
The young man looked at the narrow alley on his left and right, then at the exit in the distance. He was extremely anxious.
"I don't know what effect your Power of Eradication has, to be able to conceal the direction of your sword in a fierce fight." The police officer snorted. "But you must have heard of my Power of Eradication …"
Cohen grinned and gave what he thought was his most handsome smile.
"The Glory of the Stars!"
The young man's expression changed.
'The Glory of the Stars.
'The Four Primitive Transcendents … No, the Power of Eradication?'
In the next moment, Cohen roared and charged forward. A faint starry blue light shone on the skin of his arm.
The police officer's sword continued to thrust forward without stopping!
The young man gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist as much as he could, trying to use a fan-shaped sword style to block the endless thrusts!
'Damn it!
He must be one of the Eight Seeds in the Tower of Eradication. '
'The young man who bore the hope of the Tower of Eradication's future!'
"Ding! Ding! Ding! "The fleeting sound was like the sound of rain falling on the ground, lingering in the ears.
"My Glory of the Stars can balance the rhythm and rhythm of every movement and every breath in my body." Amidst the endless thrusts, Cohen pressed forward. Even though he was clearly in the midst of a high-speed attack, his words were surprisingly coherent, as if he did not need to take a breath. "Like the bright stars in the night sky, shining one after another, rising and falling one after another!"
"Ding! Ding! Ding! "
The light of the sword danced. The thrusts and retractions were casual and coherent.
The young man frowned. He could only retreat as the sword in his hand trembled.
"It seems to be irregular and indistinct …" Cohen pressed forward. To the young man's ears, his words were as fatal as the ferryman's bell in hell's river. "In reality, it is continuous and never stops!"
Cohen's expression did not change. He parried the young man's sword, and under the latter's shocked gaze, he thrust the most threatening sword without stopping!
* Rip! *
As the young man roared, his left shoulder was finally wounded.
Affected, his movements became unstable, and he was instantly stabbed in the right side of his ribs!
Then his left leg, right elbow, and the side of his neck!
Under Cohen's relentless attacks, the young man staggered six steps back in pain. He tried his best to widen the distance between them.
With wounds all over his body, the young man panted heavily. His face was filled with disbelief as he stared at Cohen, who was walking towards him step by step.
"This is my Power of Eradication."
Compared to your despicable, violent, and meaningless power that only knows how to destroy …
"The Glory of the Stars is like another sword of mine. It's fused with the deepest part of my body, allowing my movements to be seamless and without pause." Cohen sighed. "From there, I can release the most dazzling and unparalleled attacks."
The young man used his sword to support himself on the ground and watched in despair as Cohen approached.
"You ended Kroesch, ended the swordsmanship of a 'Seed'," Cohen said flatly. "It's time to pay the price."
Expressionlessly, he raised his sword at his enemy.
Cohen flashed a friendly smile and said slowly, "Or, do you want to tell me why you assassinated the Prince of Constellation?
And … which archdukes or the nobles under them do you serve? "
But the young man, who was covered in blood, laughed out loud.
"What a joke … We never serve anyone." The young man laughed hoarsely. Blood flowed from his left shoulder, which was the deepest wound, and dyed the snow red. "Even if it's just a temporary collaboration, we only listen to our own will …"
Cohen furrowed his brows.
'Collaboration?
Why do they want to collaborate with an archduke?
For power? Wealth? Status? Survival? Common goals?
Or something else? '
"As for you, do you think you've won just like that? You old men from the academy … "Before Cohen's eyes, the young man trembled as he flashed a ferocious smile." In this short amount of time, my teacher would have already taken your companion — "
"You're here to hold me back. I know this very well!" Cohen cut him off with a calm expression. "A supra class rookie!"
The young man's expression froze.
"So that your companion … that old man who seems more powerful, can quickly finish off the weaker enemy and rush over to support you, right?" The police officer was like a battle-hardened warrior. He sighed helplessly. "But what exactly gave you the illusion that 'that girl is weaker'?"
"That girl." Under the young man's surprised gaze, Cohen chuckled and shook his head. "She's our batch's final assessment in the Tower of Eradication …
"Among the eight 'seeds' …"
"Chief!"
— — —
When Thales finally met Putray and the others in the room specially prepared for him in Heroic Spirit Palace, the Second Prince of Constellation and his followers all heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"You mean, in their territory, you refused to cooperate with King Nuven without hesitation, and were prepared to use your own method to help him find the murderer?" Putray frowned as he stood by the window and stared at the snowy scenery outside. His thoughts raced.
'Should I say that I'm extremely daring, or that I don't know what's good for me?'
When there were no outsiders around, Putray's attitude towards him had always been impolite. He did not even bother to address him as' Your Highness'. However, this overstepping of his authority seemed to have improved a lot after Broken Dragon Fortress. At least, the sarcasm when he used the title of 'little prince' was reduced.
"More or less." Thales lay on the chair in an inelegant manner. He looked exhausted. "What happened just now tells me that the gloomy old man with the crown won't have any good plans. For example, pushing me to the five archdukes and seeing if anyone wants to kill me in private …" Thales leaned against the chair in an inelegant manner.
"In any case, I've already deeply understood the brutality and directness of the Northlanders." Thales sighed.
"Observing the archdukes' attitudes and reactions towards killing me to find the murderer … Only he could come up with this!"
"So, now that you're the one doing this task, what are you going to do?" Putray turned around steadily and walked past Ralf. The latter was adjusting the splint on his arm due to his broken bone and reinstalling a spare hidden blade on the mechanism of his wrist.
"Among the five archdukes who have a long history of inheritance, are cunning, and are more powerful than the Six Great Clans of Constellation. All of them are expected to choose a king …" Putray muttered.
"Find the conspirator who murdered Moriah and attempted to assassinate you?"
"Good question." Thales flashed a friendly and sincere smile.
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