Volume 1: Three People Travel Together Chapter 114: Surpassing Speed

  Astonishment, shock, fear, unease, pain, and... anger. All sorts of emotions mixed together, filling Martin's mind. His nerves were transmitting intense pain as if they were about to burn, completely infuriating the injured genius.

  This surge of anger turned into a blind and frantic dance of thunder whip, but this aimless move was not entirely ineffective. The shock transmitted from the blade at least blocked Midy's attacks three times, and the experience of fighting blindly in the dark really saved Martin's life.

  As the scorching pain on his face slightly subsided and his vision returned to normal, Martin suddenly found that Middy had pulled back a dozen or so steps away from him, and was now holding up the jet-black longsword horizontally towards him.

  This time, there was no familiar magical fluctuation on Mide's sword. Instead, it was filled with a ghostly aura that had been strengthened to the extreme, producing a variation that gave people a chilling feeling, as if the icy snow at the top of the snowy mountain was constantly spreading out.

  What's this move?

  Even Martin, who was extremely familiar with Kishin, didn't react for a moment.

  But the next moment, when a phantom image appeared around Midei, he finally understood. This was not a move, but the result of multiple moves being cast continuously and superimposed on each other.

  Demon Slayer Common Skill: Consecutive Thrusts

  Devil's Cry Skill, Ghost Shadow Step, and then add Ghost Shadow Flash.

  Jianhun's powerful attack skill, Dragon Blade Slash.

  Four rapid advancing skills were stacked together, the result was that Midori's own speed became even faster than Thunder Whip, and could even catch up with bullets fired from a gun.

  Driven by a powerful and extreme intent and multiple skills superimposed on each other at high speed, Midei's figure was rapidly propelled forward. The black-haired youth held the jet-black long sword in front of him, flashing with light as it instantly traversed the distance of over ten steps to charge towards Martin, producing a sharp and piercing explosive sound in the air.

  Midi can't be seen with the naked eye, but it's possible to see the trajectory of Midi's advance, where the air is vaporized and bursts open, indicating that Midi's speed has already broken through the sound barrier.

  If he could really withstand this attack driven by magic and metal, then Martin would not be the first swordsman, but the heir to the position of the head of the Hamilton family who can compete with Fiona. However, Martin is still far from that identity.

  Faced with Medea's extremely fast and terrifying thrusts, he didn't even have time to feel fear, and could only rely on his survival instincts to roll out to one side in a sorry state, even abandoning the slender sword in his hand.

  Of course, this degree of dodging, in Middy's eyes at this moment, is almost no different from a snail crawling. However, after all, this is a "battle of honor", and Middy did not have the idea of killing Martin under the watchful eyes of everyone, so he let his opponent dodge, and did not adjust the direction of his thrust.

  Two people passed each other in an instant, and then Miti stopped a few steps behind his opponent, swinging the wavy sword in his right hand backwards, taking advantage of the high speed formed by the superimposition of multiple moves. This move was as natural as facing each other in battle at ordinary times, and it didn't seem like a blow after just rushing forward.

  The sword sliced into Martin's armor, producing a loud crackling sound, and then dragged across his right arm, with fresh blood spraying out in a thin sheet. Martin didn't even feel the pain immediately. The first swordsman continued to dodge and weave, rolling awkwardly on the white sandy ground for dozens of feet before being suddenly struck by a severe pain in his head.

  The whole venue was in an uproar again.

  The extent of this blow has reached the level of "serious injury". The amount of blood sprayed from Martin's right arm is astonishing. In a few minutes, Martin will likely lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

  That's enough to be considered a decisive blow in this battle of honor.

  Although the audience has their own stance and supporting objects, after all, they are subjects of Hamilton's territory, and naturally, in their subconscious mind, they will still be biased towards Hamilton.

  In other words, in their view, the "first swordsman" of the Hamilton family should be a level higher than the so-called "genius commander", and even if Midie wins, it is the result of his love and nostalgia for Feena bursting out, the result of desperate struggle, the result of hard work that moves heaven.

  But now, this battle that should have been extremely intense and full of twists and turns seems to have had no major ups and downs. As soon as the probing between the two sides ended and their trump cards were revealed, Mide seized the opponent's weakness and launched a continuous fierce attack, winning directly.

  That majestic and powerful Thunder Whip, in front of Mide, was like a poisonous snake with its seven inches clamped down, completely unable to move.

  On the contrary, Mide's moves didn't have anything particularly surprising about them, but the accumulation of speed and skill brought about a crushing result worthy of a king, deciding everything with one sword in an instant.

  Is this really Miti Asurikesu's true strength, crushing "the world's greatest swordsman"?

  Even the normally expressionless old butler, He Ping, showed a hint of appreciation at this moment and nodded his head slightly.

  If there was anyone among the tens of thousands in the entire arena who had expected this outcome from the very beginning, it would have been the red-haired girl sitting calmly in the host's seat.

  Because she was the only one who knew how hard Mide had worked, how stubborn he was, and how unyielding he was.

  From the initial him who didn't even deign to look at her, he overcame various obstacles one by one, defeated strong enemies, and always fought side by side with himself. More often than not, he took the lead and stood in front of everyone, thus experiencing countless gunpowder and flames, which ultimately led to the emergence of that genius who is now the focus of everyone's attention.

  You've really gotten stronger.

  Looking at the figure in the arena, that familiar back view, the girl whispered softly in her heart.

  "Proxy Lord, it's about time to stop here." A seasoned voice rang out, and it was the person in charge of the Alchemy Division. In the situation where Fina's Guardian Knight had won a great victory and the challenger had been defeated, it was fitting for him, with his extremely senior experience, to be the one to say this as a buffer.

  "That's right, one is a guardian knight and the other is an outstanding junior. Both are pillars of my Hamilton family. Let's just stop at that." Another person in charge proposed.

  Then, starting from this, one after another voices of approval sounded, without dispute or refutation, everyone unanimously praised the Guardian Knight Mide's approach of knowing when to stop, and the subsequent emphasis on the overall situation, with a mindset that values harmony.

  This is undoubtedly an attitude.

  If the first sword of Midgard's exposure made everyone feel apprehensive, then at this moment, with the curtain falling on the battle for reputation, the overwhelming strength is displayed in front of everyone, and the hearts of the entire Rose Hill City and even the Hamilton family are already nailed down.

  Fina's reputation has reached its peak and is now unshakeable. If anyone else dares to challenge her, they would be as foolish as a moth flying into the flames.

  In a situation where the overall trend is already set, the various major branches will not make any improper moves. The only choice is for each to show their good side and then perform their respective duties, just like when the Iron-Blooded Duke held power.

  However, in the gradually falling curtain of branch integration, there is one person standing in the shadow of the corner of the arena, gritting his teeth.

  Domingo Hamilton, second-in-command of the Book Branch.

  "What a useless waste, what's the point of being the number one swordsman? I was hoping you could at least fight Midy to a draw, but it ended up like this. Marten, you've really disappointed me." Domingo muttered to himself, gazing at the two on the arena with an icy stare. "This battle for reputation must become a battle of life and death, just like the struggle between the Saisei family and the Hamilton family, where one side must be destroyed. Hmph, if you don't exhaust your strength, how can Queen Skadi, the true ruler of Bellmare Kingdom, rise to power?"

  He muttered to himself, then took out a small gemstone and infused it with magic.

  In an instant, a crisp and piercing little sound rang out, as if something had shattered.

  In the midst of the deafening roar of the arena, this voice was so tiny and inconspicuous that no one noticed it at all. However, just as the gem shattered, Martin in the center of the arena seemed to be lifted up by an invisible thread, and he actually stood up shakily and let out a non-human, ear-shattering roar.

  "What's going on?" Fiona frowned slightly.

  As the proxy host, she had already stood up and walked to the edge of the viewing platform, ready to announce the result of the battle for honor. But unexpectedly, Martin, who had already fallen, suddenly got up again, roaring as he walked towards Midy.

  "The young one is too arrogant. This won't do." A person in charge shook his head, "Proxy Master, you might as well announce the result now and stop the competition."

  Several others also nodded and stood up, ready to support Feena and express their views. In their opinion, Martin was still holding on just for the sake of face, after all, the number one fencer losing in front of everyone was indeed a bit unbearable.

  But if it is mainly "Golden Branch" announcing the results, and the branch is responsible for people's unanimous support, what can Martin, this dark horse, have to say?

  However, what others see as a small matter has a different flavor in Feena's eyes.

  She always felt that there was something not quite right about this Martin.

  And on the arena, Midy, who was closest to Martin, was even more surprised in his heart.

  Because he clearly felt that at this moment, what was emanating from Martin was not resentment, nor shame, nor anger, but a murderous intent.

  Intensely chilling, icy cold, and sending shivers down one's spine with an overwhelming killing intent.