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Chapter 2837 Durandal greets Lord Im!
The next day.

August 26, 1508 (Haiyuan Calendar)

It was exactly 10:00 AM.

The clamor of the Multiverse Battle Arena once again soared into the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators arrived early.

Looking forward to the eighth match of the round of 16.

midair.

Host Gaz, riding a fire dragon and holding the microphone high, ignited the atmosphere once again.

"Noelle Silver vs. Fana!"

"Battle begins!"

"Duel—"

Accompanied by Gaz's roar.

The temperature inside the dueling arena rose sharply.

"Fire Magic: Flowing Flame Feathers!"

Fana, dressed in a white robe, immediately flew into the air.

His eyes revealed the indifference of the elves towards royalty.

The pages of the grimoire glowing with fire in front of her flipped rapidly.

A bird formed from pure fire magic appeared behind her.

With wings spread wide, countless fiery feathers covered the sky and the earth.

The area surrounding Noel was enveloped in the past.

Fana lost his 'fire spirit' salamander, so he can only use his original magic.

In the initial battle, she steadily gained the upper hand thanks to the immense magical power inherent in the Elven race and the extremely destructive fire magic.

Noelle's water magic was easily evaporated, turning into a sky full of hot white mist.

She was forced to dodge in a disheveled manner.

Until Noelle gritted her teeth.

Her silver twin ponytails danced wildly in the heat, and her pink eyes revealed a resolute look.

"Sea Dragon God Form: Valkyrie's Feathered Armor!"

[Boom—]

Accompanied by Noelle's crisp, sweet shout.

Under the watchful eyes of Asta, Chami, Banassa, and others.

A vast and boundless water-attribute magic erupted from her body.

This magic is so pure, so vast, so powerful
A majestic phantom of a sea dragon god formed in the air.

The audience watched in awe as the azure water flowed and condensed on Noelle's body.

Gradually, it transformed into a magnificent and sacred Valkyrie armor.

At the same time, he tightly gripped a spiral lance formed from high-pressure water jets.

She resembled a war goddess who ruled the ocean.

The situation reversed in an instant!

In this state, Noelle experiences a qualitative leap in all aspects, including speed and strength.

His entire body, like a streak of azure light, burst through the sea of ​​fire in Fana.

With the indestructible Sea Dragon Divine Lance in his hand, he used overwhelming power to suppress Fana.

"How...how is that possible?"

Fana, who was knocked back by the strong current, had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Noelle.

But she soon realized that the gap in strength was too large, and she could not confront him head-on.

They attempted to use the magical amplification brought by the 'Evil Eye' and the 'Flame Recovery Magic: Phoenix Feather Robe,' which was so powerful that even if half of their body, including their head, was missing, they could quickly regenerate, to drag the battle into a war of attrition.

However, Fana made a fatal mistake.

It means that the opponent's magical power was severely underestimated.

Noelle was born into the Clover royal family, which possessed immense magical power.

Furthermore, it formed a contract with the god-like being 'Sea Dragon God'.

Both are combined.

Her pool of magic was like a bottomless ocean.

Even Fana, the 'Black Grass Elf,' could only look on with envy.

Time passed by, second by second.

The clash between water and fire in the Multiverse Battle Arena never ceases.

The large amount of evaporated water vapor turned the entire venue into a giant sauna.

They played from 10 a.m. until after 5 p.m.

"Huff, huff."

Fana was soaked in sweat and panting heavily.

The 'evil eye' on her forehead had begun to flicker due to the depletion of her magic power.

The fiery wings of the 'Phoenix Feather Robe' on its back were now tattered and broken.

She stared incredulously at the silver-haired girl opposite her, who was clad in the 'Sea Dragon God Form: Valkyrie Feather Armor'.

Noelle's water-attribute magic power was still outrageously abundant.

to be frank.

In terms of sheer magical power, Yuno probably doesn't even come close to her.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Fana's voice was filled with helplessness and resentment.

"I am not a monster, I am Noelle Silver of the Black Bulls!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Noelle, high in the sky, thrust out her water lance.

In an instant.

A magnificent azure magic circle appeared out of thin air in front of the gun.

"Water Creation Magic: Roar of the Sea Dragon!"

A giant water dragon formed by high-pressure water flow surged out.

With unstoppable force, it completely crushed Fana's last fire magic.

He blasted it into the ruins of the dueling arena, rendering it completely unconscious.

"The battle is over!"

The host, Gaz, rang out at the perfect moment, igniting the long-suppressed passion of the entire audience.

"The winner is Noelle Silver, congratulations to her for advancing to the quarterfinals!"

[Whoosh—]

Amidst thunderous cheers from the crowd, Gaz continued to announce loudly: "Tomorrow! We will face the loser's bracket elimination round!"

"Those contestants who unfortunately lost in the round of 16 will engage in a final, brutal competition for the remaining ninth and tenth places!"

"Stay tuned!"

at the same time.

Far from the hustle and bustle of Duel City, lies the Flower Capital of Harmony Island.

The sunset was like a spilled palette of colors.

A dazzling array of colors intertwined and spread, with layers of red, orange, purple, and gold permeating the landscape.

It forms a magnificent natural painting.

This quaint city is currently bathed in the evening sunset.

Cherry blossoms drifted in the wind.

A layer of pinkish-white carpet was laid on the bluestone slabs and the roof.

Today, Im did not watch the battle between Noel and Fana's water and fire at the Multiverse Arena.

Instead, she brought Stussy, Esdeath, Historia, Teresa, and the three princesses of Deviluke, Lala, Momo, and Nana, to the banquet hall on the top floor of the General's Castle.

Surrounded by a host of beautiful women, each with her own unique charm, the scenery around them paled in comparison.

Especially Lala.

Those large, emerald-like eyes curiously surveyed their surroundings.

The tuft of hair on its head swayed excitedly back and forth.

If it weren't for Mengmeng and Nana watching over her, she probably would have disappeared long ago.

Lala originally planned to go to the underground world of the Red Line with Esdeath and the others today.

But I heard there's a big annual event on Wajima Island today, so I came here.

"Lord Im, welcome."

Mihawk, dressed in a black kimono and exuding extraordinary bearing, and Gion, dressed in an elegant kimono and exuding a gentle yet heroic air, had been waiting here for a long time.

Upon seeing Im, the couple immediately bowed respectfully in greeting.

No need for formalities.

Im remained calm, nodding slightly, but his gaze did not linger on them.

Instead, he looked at the little guy being led by Gion's hand.

He was a boy who barely reached Gion's knees.

Although she is only one year old, she is blessed with excellent genes from her parents and the 'starfish god's protection' bestowed upon her by Im.

This little guy's development speed is extremely amazing.

At this moment, it looks about the same size as a normal three or four-year-old child.

He had long, flowing, jet-black hair.

His facial features perfectly blend Mihawk's handsomeness with the beauty of Gion.

Especially those big, bright, clear eyes with wine-red pupils.

It reveals a level of intelligence and agility far beyond that of his peers.

He was wearing a custom-made black and white children's kimono with gold embellishments.

He also had a miniature samurai sword made of Adam wood clipped to his waist, which looked quite impressive.

The surface of the scabbard is covered with dense Rooney runes.

He saw Im staring at him.

The little boy did not timidly hide behind his mother.

Instead, he confidently stepped forward and, imitating his parents, bowed formally.

Then he raised his head and said in a childish but clear voice:

"Joracol Durandal greets Lord Im!"