As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Unlike Jay and Oloya, the two anthropomorphic creatures, Roy did not dislike Visalia and it was okay for him to give her a few pointers.

Visalia fell into introspection and benefited greatly from it.

But why did this guy talk as if he had fought against a powerful person who was good at awakening blood?!

What on earth has this guy been through...

The blood of a false king, the son of a marquis, a sworn knight, the winner of the Blue Trial, and a brave warrior who assisted the empire in fighting against the demons on its borders.

The church did collect a lot of information about Roy.

But Visalia had a hunch that there was more to Roy than just the superficial intelligence.

But if I were to fight Levi...

For some unknown reason, Visalia warned: "Be careful, Levi is much stronger than me."

Roy turned around and said calmly: "I know."

After dealing with Visalia and Jay, Roy was not in a hurry to move forward.

It has been delayed for so long, Sang must have already entered the memorial hall first.

First, Oloya and others will block them and weaken themselves and Alice.

The two men were able to take advantage of the situation and wait for the opportunity to come.

The calculation was good, but unfortunately, they still misjudged the gap in strength.

"Alice, can we go now?"

"anytime."

The girl holding the long sword under the tree opened her eyes slowly, her aura adjusted to its peak, like a peerless sword with hidden edge, ready to strike, but also exuding a holy and beautiful temperament like a pure white iris.

In the original work, in the Saint Trial, as long as you defeat a pair of combinations, you can win the trial.

This time, defeating the four-team combination was a very unfavorable situation.

But since he was not any of Alice's partners in the original work, and he knew the information about Oloya and others, the battle went very smoothly.

Alice followed her own instructions and has been conserving her power. Up to now, there has not been much loss, and she is fully prepared to fight the final candidate for the Saint.

[Son of Light] Mulberry.

And now, there is only one obstacle standing between her and Sang.

The sun sets and the dusk dyes the sky a barren color.

A solemn and sacred pure white sacrificial temple stands abruptly in the flower fields in the suburbs, emitting a wonderful halo.

The wild flowers and grasses swayed gently in the wind, blurring the silhouette of the swordsman.

As expected, Sang had already entered the sacrificial hall first to avoid being damaged in a fight with Roy.

Levi is the only one left here.

The orange-haired swordsman faced the sacrificial hall, holding the sword, half-kneeling on the ground. In the swaying wind, he was like a statue standing quietly, motionless.

Until Roy stepped into the flower field and came to his territory.

The swordsman opened his eyes, the sword was not out of the scabbard, but the sword intent was already sweeping across.

The wind stopped.

The flower is broken.

Under the setting sun, the thousands of flowers that were cut in half were scattered all over the sky along with the dust because of the invisible sword intent.

The extraordinary aura was only at Sequence 6, but the sword intent emanating from Levi was enough for any Sequence 5 to underestimate.

Alice frowned slightly and subconsciously pressed the sword blade, but stopped when she saw Roy wave his hand.

The black-haired boy stepped into his territory without hesitation.

Levi narrowed his eyes and whispered, "I warned you."

"Really? I just saw someone bluffing."

Levi glanced at Alice and said sarcastically, "You two could have come together to avoid wasting my time."

"That's not necessary. You're not worth Alice's trouble."

"Do you still think you can win? Do you think she can make it to the end?" Levi couldn't help laughing.

Compared with his previous arrogance, Levi is now less impatient and more determined.

That stems from Kenshin's confidence and his pride as a swordsman.

"But I do have to thank you, Roy Ironblad."

"Before you, I had already reached the pinnacle of the younger generation in the Eastern Continent. The praise of others, the comfortable life, and the lofty status, all of these have dulled my sword."

"My biggest mistake was trying to defeat you with power and means!"

"You reminded me that a true swordsman should solve everything with his sword."

"And you can feel honored to have defeated Oloya and the others. This means you are qualified to face my blade!"

"I will use my strength to let you experience firsthand the difference between you and me!"

As soon as Levi finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the Eastern Continent.

"That's right, Lord Levi, teach him a lesson!"

"How could a mere winner of a Blue Trial possibly defeat me, the number one prodigy in the Eastern Continent?"

"Holy Light above, the Sword Saint's personal disciple will surely win!!!"

Inside White Harbor Church.

The senior officials acted condescending and said, "Everyone, don't be too sad. Your good luck in White Harbor is about to end."

Chapter 76: Killing the Night

There were praises for Levi all around.

Theresa frowned and glanced at her old friend with a hint of displeasure: "You also think that your disciple will win?"

"Levi is not my disciple."

Leo replied: "It's not a sure win, but I don't think he will lose."

"Oh, I've heard rumors about him." Theresa raised an eyebrow. "It's said that the Sword Saint's disciple has never lost against opponents of the same level. Even the Son of Light only managed a draw with him."

"That's not a rumor," Leo corrected.

"Theresa, what do you think a truly strong person needs?"

Theresa frowned slightly and didn't answer.

Leo stared at Levi and answered to himself: "It depends on your definition of strong."

"To ordinary people, those who carry the bloodline of the extraordinary are the strong. To extraordinary people, those with higher bloodline level and grade are the strong. To young people, veterans who have been through many battles are the strong."

"But at our level, the influence of extraordinary bloodline and combat experience has long been negligible. What do you think is the final decisive factor?"

Theresa took a deep breath: "...will."

She believed that every transcendent who reached a high level would answer in the same way.

Will, faith, and soul. This will be the last straw that supports the extraordinary people in the city of life and death, and the biggest variable.

"Levi is a very pure guy. He's not a good person, but he's very pure and persistent in wanting to become stronger."

"If there is no decisive difference between the bloodlines, the strength of the swordsman cannot be shaken by the power of blood alone."

Since the girl eighteen years ago, this was the first time Theresa heard the Sword Saint speak so highly of a junior.

Theresa's expression became serious.

Outside the sacrificial hall.

The orange-haired swordsman slowly held the hilt of his sword.

For a moment, he exuded an aura of arrogance that dominated the world. It was not just a sense of oppression, but more like thousands of sharp swords ready to be launched, ready to cut through everything that stood in his way in the next second.

Levi shouted coldly: “Roy Ironblad, I will only use one sword to deal with you!”

One sword decides the outcome.

The arrogance and tyranny taught by the Sword Saint swept away the frustration of the Eastern Continent Saint candidates who suffered successive defeats.

Not to mention the excitement of thousands of people in the East Continent, even the top leaders in the White Harbor Church couldn't help but applaud and stood up to cheer.

However, Roy seemed to be smiling.

This may be the most ostentatious and sharpest declaration of war.

Levi's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. This arrogance alone is enough to make many challengers retreat and find it difficult to raise a competitive spirit.

Not to mention Oloya and Jay, even Vesalia, who had experienced the hardships of the battlefield, was convinced by him.

But what Roy experienced was far more difficult than his heroic spirit.

I have crossed this path many times, and a single thought could mean the end of my life.

Faced with this terrifying sword intent that was enough to scare away countless geniuses from the Eastern Continent, Roy remained calm and took a step forward as if walking on flat ground.

The golden light in the black pupils roared silently, and the vast pressure was like the falling sky, as if a sleeping dragon opened its eyes with interest because of the provocation of the little beast.

"Stop talking nonsense and just come on."

Arrogant guy...

Levi was unhappy, but he smoothed out his restlessness.

At this moment, all the anger and humiliation turned into strength and poured into the sword in his hand.

"Even a lion will use all its might to fight a rabbit. So, let me show you, this arrogant fellow!"

Levi not only wants to win, but also wants to win completely, defeating Roy without leaving any room for him!

He drew his sword from its sheath and struck down with a single blow.

The sky darkened and the air became still.

[Holy Sword·Twilight].

The dark silver light exploded, and the sword light that shot straight into the sky even tore apart the afterglow of the setting sun.

Flowers and plants turned to dust, and the rocks were shaking. The terrifying power even affected the sacrificial hall and triggered the defensive barrier.

The holy sword came at him like a torrent of thunder and slashed at him, and Roy also raised his hand and raised the sword.

It's not a dragon tooth blade, but a scarlet demon sword.

"Blood~! Give me blood!"

Along with the devilish, frantic whispers, a scarlet sword flashed.

The blood of the false king, which is a mixture of the bloodlines of countless mythical creatures, has already brought the power of the magic sword forged by the [Blood Worship Cult] to its extreme.

The scarlet sword light also rose into the air and collided fiercely with the silver light.

Levi felt as if he had collided with some giant beast. His feet trembled, but he managed to hold on tightly.

The two sword energies did not entangle for a moment, and the blood-red sword light gradually faded away.

Levi's eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly, facing Roy's sword light, and took a step forward!

The sword light whistled, and the silver blade penetrated an inch into the scarlet, reducing Roy's sword power.

"See? Whether it's the weapon in your hand or your strength, you are no match for me!"

Levi was extremely excited, pressing down with both hands, pushing the scarlet sword light, and moving forward with difficulty.

Just like a fierce swordsman slashing his opponent inch by inch, just like the slowly falling dusk destined to swallow up the setting sun.

Feeling Levi's amazing sword intent, Alice instinctively gripped the hilt tightly.

But looking at the young man standing in front of her, she did not take action after all, suppressing the urge to help.

It was at this moment that Roy chuckled.

"Is it?"