He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 66: Swallowing a bottle of medicine, my life is my own
"Quickly walk Iai!"

A flash of sword light flashed across the air, and Leal crossed the space and had already placed his sword on Markov's neck.

"Three breaths!"

Harun, who was not far away, immediately turned around and shouted loudly, then turned to look at Layar with awe.
"Butler Layal's strength has grown stronger!"

Markov put down his weapon in a somewhat dejected manner and said with a sad face:

"I lost, foster father... I've become so strong, but why can't I hold out against you for as long as before?"

Layal stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"That's because I work harder than you! In the great Kingdom of Dawn, with Master Ian's guidance, you can indeed breathe stronger, but this is no excuse for you to slack off in your training."

"Are you Master Ian's warrior, or is Master Ian your warrior?"

Markov blushed and lowered his head.

"I understand, godfather. I will increase the intensity of my training."

After saying this, Markov could not help but complain:

"Master Ian, you're such a fool! You knew I was no match for you, yet you still insisted on making me fight you with all my strength. Now I've completely lost face."

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Ian's voice drifted into Markov's ears, and the latter quickly said:

"No, no, I know Master Ian is doing this for my own good. I have indeed been slacking off in my training recently..."

After a pause, he said with some resentment:

"But could you remind me in a different way next time? If you tell me, I'll change. There's no need to let my adoptive father humiliate me... It's too embarrassing."

Ian was not annoyed and continued to look at Markov with a smile.

"If I tell you I can help you defeat Leal once, would you like to try?"

"really?!"

Markoff immediately looked at Ian with excitement.

He had been beaten by Layal since he was a child. After so many years of sparring, he couldn't even hit Layal with a single blow, let alone win.

Having been beaten and scared when he was a child, Markov dreams of winning once!

"What do I need to do? Is there any price to pay? My adoptive father is now even more powerful than the old master."

Ian smiled and took out a few bottles of potion and handed them to Markov.

"There's no price to pay, just drink this stuff."

Markov recognized that these things were the ones Ian had just made, claiming that they could make the demons despair.

Without thinking too much, Markov took it and poured it into his mouth.

"Wait a minute."

Ian stopped him, pointed to one of the bottles of potion, and said meaningfully:
"Later, if the battle becomes stalemate, drink this."

"Stalemate?"

The serious Leal glanced at Markov and almost couldn't help laughing.

In the past, he could roll Markov into a ball. Now that he has the Evil-Defeating Sword Technique, does Markov still want to stalemate with him?
Even if it was Ian's miracle, it would be impossible.

The gap in strength between them is an insurmountable chasm!

"Yes! Master Ian!"

Markov did not suspect anything and drank several bottles of medicine immediately.

In an instant, Markov's face turned red and steam seemed to be rising from his body, but for some reason, the steam turned into bubbles.

"This, this, this! This power..."

Markov's eyes widened with excitement as he stared at his hands. At this moment, he felt that he could tear apart the most defensive demon Leviathan with his bare hands.

Leal also noticed something was wrong. The current Markov actually gave him a sense of crisis.

"Godfather, be careful!"

Markov held down his drawn sword and leaned forward slightly. Layar said nothing, but quietly held the Ender Pearl in his palm.

"start!"

Following Harun's order, Markov suddenly jumped up and rushed in front of Layar in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, there were exclamations from the audience.

too fast!
This is definitely not the speed that Markov can achieve!

It's those bottles of medicine!

Layal was surprised, but his excellent combat instincts made him subconsciously raise his sword to block in front of him.

clang!
The harsh sound of swords clashing turned into sound waves that swept around.

For the first time, shock appeared on Leal's calm face.

He took several steps back, his eyes fixed on Markov.

What a terrifying strength!

This guy……

Taking hormones?

Feeling the stinging pain in his palm and the numbness in his wrist, Layar's heart became more and more heavy.

Markoff, who was a rookie just now, is now an A-level player with both strength and speed.

His fighting skills were still not in Layar's eyes, but his brute force was just like Ian's...

Flying bricks vigorously!

Leal finally got serious.

Markov's current strength is definitely not enough to withstand any attack.

If he was hit by a knife accidentally, Layal would probably be seriously injured.

"Master Ian, what on earth did you feed this guy? Is this power something he can control?"

Layal complained in his heart, while Markov opposite him was looking at his sword in shock.

"I...fought off my foster father?"

good chance!
Layal's eyes lit up and he instantly performed the Sprint Iai technique.

Silly boy, what's the point of becoming stronger and faster? As for grasping the timing and skills of fighting, you still need to practice for a few more years.

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but it did not affect the might of his sword.

But at the last moment, Markov stretched his legs and jumped to a height that Leal could not reach at all.

Layal looked up in surprise.

Jumping power... has also been enhanced!
"Sorry, godfather! I want to improve so badly!"

Markov slashed with all his might, and Leal hurriedly parried his blow. In full view of the crowd, Leal was chopped back by Markov's sword, but he still managed to throw the Ender Pearl back to the ground with his excellent fighting skills.

Only then was he saved from an embarrassing fall.

But Lyall's face didn't look good.

This damn kid is really murderous!
The forearm holding the knife ached slightly.

"Good boy..."

Layal narrowed his eyes slightly, and the ender pearl was ready.

Next, he's going to get serious.

……

But the reality is even more cruel than Leal imagined.

Even if he used the Evil-Defeating Sword Technique, Markov, who had been strengthened in all aspects, had even improved his reaction speed.

The sword moves that were previously difficult to see were all blocked by relying on his strong physique advantage.

Every collision made Layal's arms numb.

Markov became more and more excited as the fight went on. It was the first time in his life that he and Leal had fought to a draw.

He couldn't help but be shocked by the strength of the potion Ian gave him.

But Lyall is not to be underestimated after all.

Even though his physical condition has declined, his exquisite sword skills and combat instincts still keep him undefeated.

Just from the visual effect, it is indeed Markov who is suppressing Leal.

"Is this the effect of the potion you painstakingly made, Master Ian? It's truly powerful!"

Lessia exclaimed and looked out into the distance.

"If this continues, Butler Lyall might really be defeated by Markov."

Ian shook his head and did not agree with Lecia's idea.

It is true that Markov has the upper hand now, but his advantage is entirely brought by the alchemical potion.

If Leal cannot be defeated within a few minutes, Markov will be reduced to his original form once the potion takes effect.

Layal, who was giving his all, must have been impressed by his filial piety.

After all, Markov is not Leal, and his current combat skills and knightly martial arts are not enough for him to master this explosive power.

Markov now is no different from a child shooting randomly with a pistol.

Although bullets are equally deadly, they are certainly not as threatening as a soldier with mature aim.

However, this battle is not without a turning point.

Holding the railing, Ian said loudly:

"Markov, we can use the last bottle!"

"Yes!"

Markov replied, quickly distanced himself from Leal, and took out the potion.

Layal, who already understood the horror of the potion, naturally didn't want him to take it. Even if it was just for an experiment, he didn't want to be defeated by his adopted son.

So shameful.

A draw is enough to prove how powerful this potion is!

But his speed was ultimately no match for Markov's.

When the Ender Pearl landed next to Markov, Lyall teleported there.

After using up the potion, Markoff disappeared into thin air right under Leal's nose.

"how come……"

Layal was shocked, but just as he was distracted, a strong wind blew past.

Layal looked around in confusion, and when he came to his senses, he felt a sharp blade on his neck.

The outcome has been decided.

Even with a clear sense of touch, Leal still couldn't see where Markov was.

Only his intuition told him that Markov was standing beside him carelessly.

Calm down the shock in your heart and feel it with your heart.

Leal's ears told him that Markov was on his left, grinning shamelessly.

"Hehe...Thanks, foster father. I won! I finally won!"

Leal put away his weapon and kicked Markov with an expressionless face.

Markov's sudden invisibility did give him a fright, but after reacting, Layar realized that it wasn't a very scary ability.

His combat intuition and hearing still allowed him to determine Markov's location.

Failure is just a matter of not reacting for a moment.

One more time, he won't lose!

……

Well, if you lose, you lose.

Layal wasn't someone who couldn't stand losing, but being defeated by his adopted son made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, Markov did not use his real strength, but relied on the treasure given by Ian.

But Layal had to say that what Ian had made this time was truly astonishing.

After a moment's silence, Layal sighed and looked up at Ian.

"Master Ian, I lost."

Ian stood on the makeshift viewing platform, leaning against the fence, looking down at Layal with a smile.

"How was it? Was it worth the journey these past few days?"

"It's quite worth it, Master Ian. You have once again created an incredible miracle."

"Don't rush to praise."

Ian raised his eyebrows and raised his hands in the air in confusion.

"I haven't even mentioned anything more miraculous yet."

"We have as much of this stuff as we want now. Ordinary people can use it, and..."

“No side effects!”

Ian threw down countless alchemical potions along with these words.

Like a meteorite falling into the sea, it stirs up thousands of waves of noise in the depths of silence.

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