In the alley of Armor District in Dragon Clouds City, the three old friends finally drew their swords and started fighting.
[Theft! Theft! Please respect the author's hard work! If there's no trade, there's no theft!]
Under the moonlight, Kohen covered his innocent nose in pain as he looked at the man and woman in front of him who started fighting at the slightest disagreement.
He knew that in this special battle, there was no room for him to intervene. Miranda probably wouldn't allow him to intervene either.
His nose was the proof.
Fortunately, compared to before, Miranda's hands were now able to control their strength.
Kohen turned his attention back to the battlefield and saw that Miranda was the first to swing her sword. The tip of her sword was aimed at Raphael's chest!
Raphael's thin sword instantly appeared in his left hand. Using offense as defense, he slashed at Miranda's throat with a speed that was faster than his opponent's.
However, it was as if Miranda had predicted her opponent's next move. The blade of her sword naturally changed direction, and as it spun, it slashed at Raphael's left hand. From afar, it looked as if Raphael had taken the initiative to extend his left hand to meet her blade.
Kohen was amazed. This was Miranda's instinct after years of practicing the Pegasus' Music. She actively listened to and even controlled the rhythm of the battle, manipulating her opponent's every move.
Raphael frowned. He quickly pulled his sword back and was forced to retreat.
He knew how terrifying his former lover was and tried to quickly break away from her rhythm.
But Miranda's gaze was as cold as ice. She followed up with a timely slash. When Raphael retracted his right leg, she slashed at his left leg, which was his center of gravity.
Raphael was forced into a difficult position by this slash. He was forced to stop retreating and face the sword.
Just like before, Miranda seemed to have predicted Raphael's movements. She pulled her forearm, and the wind howled!
Kohen's pupils shrank as he watched the battle.
In the ten seconds, the swords of both parties did not touch, exchange, or clash. They only moved back and forth in the air, causing ripples in the air.
But Kohen knew that this was an extremely dangerous battle.
His teacher, Zedi Taffner, once told Kohen, who was not yet a police officer at that time, that this kind of silent and rapid battle was more often seen in battles between supreme class fighters.
The next moment, Kohen saw Miranda's blade instantly swing at Raphael's head at the most appropriate time, avoiding her opponent's block, dodge, and counterattack!
"Hiss …"
The sound of a sword tearing through the air could be heard.
In that instant, Raphael's dark red eyes flashed with a different expression.
His left arm trembled visibly. Then, the thin sword danced in the moonlight, leaving an afterimage!
"Ding!"
The blades of the two finally clashed for the first time, and the air vibrated with a sharp sound that tortured the ears!
Cohen frowned and resisted the urge to cover his ears.
Raphael gritted his teeth and quickly took three steps back!
Miranda, on the other hand, stood in place and swayed.
For a moment, the entire area fell silent.
Miranda expressionlessly flicked her wrist, and a few strands of hair floated down from her blade.
Raphael panted slightly and touched the right side of his forehead.
A bloody scar had already appeared on his temple.
As expected, Cohen sighed.
True enough.
Miranda was still the strongest.
Raphael rubbed off the blood on his hands. With a resigned smile, he shook his head and sighed. "When it comes to sharp observation, seizing the timing and rhythm of battle,
"You're still as good as ever, Miranda."
Cohen coughed and carefully observed Miranda's expression. "So, Raphael, let's call it a day … It's been a long time …"
Miranda still did not know about Raphael's Power of Eradication.
However, if they continued to fight, the observant Miranda …
They had to stop the fight.
But at this moment, a voice that made the two men tremble came from the field.
"Raphael …
"Where's your 'Sword of Death'?"
Cohen was slightly startled.
Raphael lowered his head.
Miranda's voice trembled slightly in disbelief. "That Power of Eradication that replaces defense with offense and counterattacks in a desperate situation …"
"For more than ten years, you're the only one who has awakened the Power of Eradication …
"The kind of Power of Eradication that can break the rhythm of 'Pegasus' Music '…
"Why is it gone?"
Cohen closed his eyes in pain.
'Sh * t.
She found out. '
Miranda raised her head suddenly. Under the moonlight, her cold expression was tinged with disbelief and panic.
"This is not the rhythm of 'Sword of Death'. It's not even the rhythm of your swordsmanship!" The swordswoman said slowly, "Although my hands … I can feel that cold temperature. It was hidden in your hands just now …"
"It's another force …"
"What is that …"
"Raphael Lindbergh?"
Miranda's gaze was like two blades that pierced Raphael, who did not say a word.
Cohen slapped himself on the forehead in frustration.
The three of them were silent for a few seconds, until Raphael spoke in a gentle and relaxed manner.
"This is' Prayer of the Dead '. To be honest, it's not much different from' Sword of Death '." The young man in white sneered. His voice was still light. "Fighting for a chance of survival in a hair's breadth, seeking victory in a dangerous situation to the limit … The style is very similar. I thought that you would not be able to feel it with your hands."
"Just like how 'Touch of Greed' is the Disaster Sword's version of 'Glory of the Stars'." Miranda furrowed her brows tightly. With a hint of anxiety, she keenly asked, "Is the so-called 'Prayer of the Dead' also another version of 'Sword of Death'?"
Her gaze was filled with indescribably complicated emotions. She fixed her gaze on Raphael.
"The Disaster Sword's … ruthless Power of Eradication?"
Cohen was truly stunned.
'It seems that Miranda has already gathered a lot of information about the Disaster Sword in a short period of time.
'As for me …' Cohen thought of the young man who ran away, and he immediately blushed.
"It seems that Klein has told you too much." Raphael narrowed his eyes as if he was deep in thought. "Even if it's an unrestricted inheritance from outside the tower, he is still a swordsman who is close to supreme class. Why would he talk so much?"
To their surprise, Miranda suddenly smiled.
Cohen was stunned, while Raphael furrowed his brows.
"Is this why you hid it from me, Cohen?" As she laughed, Miranda used her slightly hoarse voice to speak to Cohen without turning her head. "The 'seed' of the Tower of Eradication who is chosen once every five years, one of the candidates to inherit supreme class … Raphael Lindbergh.
"You actually sided with the Disaster Sword?"
Cohen, who was questioned, shut his eyes tightly.
Raphael, on the other hand, was silent.
The police opened his mouth to speak, but when the words were at the tip of his tongue, he hesitated. He opened and closed his mouth.
In the end, he still lowered his head and turned his words into a sigh.
In the next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword struck out once again in a graceful manner.
This time, her sword was not aimed at Raphael's vital points. Instead, it went straight for the blade in Raphael's left hand!
Cohen revealed a puzzled expression. Attacking the enemy's weapon was not a normal battle strategy.
But what surprised him even more was that Raphael, who had been smiling all this while, actually had a drastic change in expression because of this seemingly harmless strike!
* Clang! *
The two swords collided for the second time, but there was no follow-up — Miranda's sword retreated upon contact.
Miranda stared straight at Raphael, as if she had forgotten everything around her.
Raphael, on the other hand, stared at Miranda with a pale face, as if he had been struck in his most vital spot.
Only Cohen scratched his head and looked at the scene in confusion. 'Strange, this strike didn't cause any damage, right?
Why are the two of them reacting so strangely? '
Then, Miranda's voice came leisurely.
"The reason why the Sword of Death disappeared … is because of this?" Arunde's daughter's voice trembled unexpectedly. "Three years? Three years? "
"It's him?"
"That's the reason?"
"Him?"
The young man in white, Raphael, stared blankly at Miranda.
His expression was complicated.
'Mira.'
'She still found out.'
'Their first meeting after three years.'
'She found out.'
He lowered his eyes.
In the next second, the swordswoman raised her head abruptly and yelled agitatedly, "Raphael, you arrogant idiot!"
Raphael didn't say anything. He just looked at her calmly.
Cohen stared in shock at Miranda, who seemed to have lost control of her emotions.
'This is …
'What's wrong?'
'Wasn't she a "strong and independent" strong woman just a moment ago? How did she become a "grief-stricken" ex-girlfriend?'
In the next moment, the swordswoman turned around and stabbed her sword into the wall beside her!
"Swoosh!"
Raphael let out a long sigh.
With a gloomy expression, Miranda loosened her grip, letting the hilt of her sword tremble in the air.
"He, I curse him …" Miranda turned her head and gritted her teeth. Her expression was filled with grief and indignation as she sneered angrily.
"He deserves it!"
"He deserves it!"
The swordswoman roared.
Raphael gently sheathed his sword.
"Don't be like this, Mira." The young man in white shook his head and said softly, "It's not worth it."
Cohen's mouth fell open.
He was about to go crazy from the situation in front of him.
'What's going on with these two?
'After a round of fighting, they stopped?
'Start crying and talking in riddles?'
'Sword of Death'? 'Arrogant idiot?' 'Deserves it?' 'Not worth it?'
He was Cohen Karabeyan, a level two police officer of Eternal Star City's Western Police Station and the captain of the city defense patrol team.
'I can't understand it at all!'
"I say," Cohen scratched his head in pain. As he walked closer to the two, he interrupted, "Can someone explain to me what's going on? Miranda, even though Raphael has the Disaster Sword on him … you don't have to be so agitated … "
In the next moment, Miranda and Raphael raised their heads at the same time and shouted angrily.
"Shut up, Cohen!" Miranda's face was filled with rage.
"Not now, Cohen!" Raphael's face was as cold as ice.
Cohen, who was interrupted by the two at the same time, paused in mid-air with his mouth wide open.
He stared at them innocently and at a loss. He raised his hands, smiled apologetically, and took a step back.
'Alright, you guys talk, you guys talk.'
The police officer, who was completely unaware of the situation, silently cursed in his heart. 'People like me who aren't smart enough shouldn't participate.
'Damn couples.'
After Cohen's interruption, the three of them were silent for a while.
Two of them were immersed in complicated and subtle emotions, while the third sighed in boredom.
"So …" Miranda adjusted her emotions, lowered her head, and sneered, "The Death of the Sword Cleansing can't come back, right?"
'Just like you?'
Raphael understood what she meant.
He sighed softly, and his gaze was complicated.
"The Death of the Sword Cleansing originated from the chaotic period of war during the era of multiple kings." The young man in white shook his head emotionally. "A brave and loyal great knight was betrayed by the king he served, and his reputation was ruined.
"The great knight's son escaped from the siege. He washed the blood on his father's sword by the river, and swore to take revenge," Raphael said flatly. "Many years later, he joined the enemy kingdom and became a knight.
"After many years of cruel battles where blood flowed like rivers and corpses were strewn everywhere, the new knight finally led the new king's army into the tyrant's castle and killed the enemy with his own hands.
"But this did not bring him satisfaction. The path of vengeance burned with only emptiness and sorrow.
"When he saw the fear and hatred in the eyes of a princess left behind by his enemy, the knight's heart softened, and he suddenly came to a realization," Raphael lowered his head with a gloomy gaze, and continued in a low voice, "'What's the point of this?' He said.
"Old vengeance was avenged, new hatred was born. The grudges between the kings were endless. Death and hatred were intertwined, and the tragedy never disappeared, and the emptiness was bottomless."
Miranda listened quietly to Raphael's story, while Cohen scratched his head in pain — he had had enough of these two.
"So, the knight carried the princess out of the castle that was covered in blood, corpses, hatred, and madness. The knight stood under the sun, and wiped away the princess' tears of fear.
"There, the knight swore that he would end this chaotic world that bred hatred and death.
"From then on, his extraordinary power was called — the Death of the Sword Cleansing."
Raphael's story was finished.
Miranda stood where she was in silence.
"Ha." Cohen laughed dryly, wanting to push the progress of the mission. "It sounds like a third-rate knight's novel. A tragic life, a noble birth, a powerful enemy, slowly becoming stronger, and when he sees a woman, his legs go weak. Then, he swore to dominate this chaotic world …"
"Shut up, Cohen." This time, the man and the woman interrupted Cohen. Surprisingly, they were of the same caliber and speed.
Once again, Cohen shut up, feeling wronged.
"Look." Raphael turned to Miranda, and with an obscure smile on his face, he said, "Compared to a greater goal, these things are not worth caring about.
Do you understand? "
Miranda looked at Raphael, her eyes full of hatred and sorrow. "So, the Secret Intelligence Department?"
Raphael twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded.
The two stared at each other in silence.
It seemed that only the other could understand each other.
Until Miranda looked away with a pained expression.
"I wasn't joking just now. This concerns the future of the two kingdoms. Dragon Clouds City will not be peaceful tonight." Raphael straightened his clothes, raised his head, and looked at Heroic Spirit Palace in the distance under the moonlight. He put on a smile again.
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