The Sovereign Dragon Ring

Episode 236's

With a single blow, Linley had defeated a Saint-level expert who was a personal disciple of the War God. Moreover, Linley's current transformation became a frightening form. Everyone present was shocked. None of the 80,000 spectators actually dared to make a single sound.

The deadly silence. What a terrible silence!

Blumer stared in horror at Linley, still hovering in midair. At this moment, Linley's cold, dark golden eyes without mercy were fixed on him. Blumer felt as if he could die at any moment. This overwhelming sensation of terror caused him to run ever closer to the Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson.

Quiescent. No one dared to speak.

"Drip!" A drop of bright red blood dripped down from the tip of Bloodviolet, landing on the dueling platform and scattering on it. In the silence, the clear voice sounded loud.

This is Kenyon's blood.

Kenyon stood at the end of the dueling platform, in a miserable state. Controlling his muscles and battle-qi, he sealed his wound and stopped the blood flow. But he did not dare to fight Linley anymore.

He is Saint-level, right. But he was 'only' a Saint-level intermediate level. In terms of their comparative enlightenment level, he was much inferior to Linley.

"Mr Linley. ”Johann finally speaks. His voice echoed in the Colosseum, seemingly coming out of nowhere, causing more than half of the people to turn to him. His face was still filled with smiles, Emperor Johann said, “Although I know you are a strong warrior, I did not know that your talent in this field is not inferior to your talent in sculpting stones. ”

Emperor Johann's words clearly eased the tension.

Back then, Linley's ferocious attitude had caused the 80,000 spectators to not even dare to breathe out loud. But as soon as Emperor Johann finished speaking, the entire Colosseum was filled with countless conversational voices.

"Mr Linley? Uh! Could he be the youngest grandmaster sculptor ever? ”

"Mr Linley belongs to the Holy Union. I heard that Prince Wharton originally came from the Holy Union as well. Dragonblood Warriors are really great! ”

"Master Linley is still very young! When he was sixteen, he created 'Awakening From the Dream', and only eleven years have passed since then. A Saint level fighter was twenty-seven years old. Didn't that make him more powerful than Lord Olivier? ”

… .

Countless conversations about Linley could be heard. Linley appeared out of nowhere. His status as a master sculptor is known by many stone sculpture enthusiasts.

This was an individual who was almost at the same level as Master Proulx.

And now, this young master sculptor, who was only twenty-seven years old, had defeated in a single blow a Saint-level expert who was a personal disciple of the War God!

Undeniably, many people began to compare him and Olivier.

Compared to Olivier, Linley was even younger.

"My young friend Linley, the technique you used now should have been passed down from your insight into the Laws of the Wind, huh?" The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, spoke, his voice ringing from the judges platform.

As soon as Haydson spoke, everyone in the Colosseum fell silent. What did the Monolithic Sword Saint want to discuss with this genius, Linley?

"Indeed, Sir. Haydson. "So calm excuse from Linley.

"May I ask what the name of this technique is?" The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, was a man devoted to his training and focus on reaching the level of a God. Haydson was very interested in the mysteries gathered by the other Saint-level experts. Perhaps by doing so, he might suddenly gain some new insights and have a breakthrough.

“The name of this technique is Rippling Wind. "Linley didn't try to hide it.

In order to learn a powerful technique, one must have a certain level of understanding and insight with respect to the Laws of a certain element. Without that level of understanding, no matter how clearly you explain the technique to someone, they will not be able to learn it.

Still standing in midair, Linley glanced at the distant Kenyon. Calmly, he said, "Your name is Kenyon, right?"

At first, Kenyon thought Linley was someone who wasn't even at Saint-level. Naturally, he was furious when Linley reprimanded and cursed him. But now, he knew that Linley was stronger than him.

Although he was still a bit angry, in his heart, Kenyon had already looked at Linley as someone on the same level as himself, or perhaps on a higher level.

"I . "Kenyon nodded slightly.

"Mr . Kenyon, given your level of strength, you should be able to clearly see the seriousness of my brother's injury. Since you know exactly how hurt he is, you shouldn't say the words you say. Remember. As a judge, you should be at least somewhat impartial. Anyway, we admit defeat. You can't go too far! "

As soon as Linley finished speaking these words coldly, he flew towards his own army. Linley was still worried about his sister's injury.

After being reprimanded by Linley again, Kenyon felt somewhat embarrassed.

But he knew that he had acted wrong here. At that moment, the other party admitted defeat. He had indeed gone too far by acting in such a manner.

… .

"Wharton, are you okay?" Linley said worriedly as he returned to his human form, rushing to his sister's side and squatting on one knee.

Right now, several people were surrounding him. Even Nina had ignored everything and rushed over.

"Mr Linley. "Good style lightly next to them smiled. "Don't worry. I just used recovery magic on him. Lord Wharton's wounds are half healed. Given Lord Wharton's natural healing abilities, in ten days or half a month, he should really be fine. ”

“Big brother, I feel much better. “Wharton can talk pretty easily now.

Linley finally calmed down.

At the same time, he felt somewhat satisfied with the preparations the Colosseum had made. Linley knew exactly how effective light-style magi were in treating wounds. In general, low-ranking magi will only be able to treat superficial wounds. Only a strong light force magi can heal broken bones or internal injuries.

And of course, the most powerful light-style magi could even completely restore to the peak condition of anyone who had not died. For example, when Linley had received the heavenly Boon in the Radiant Temple, that heavenly power had brought a hint of healing power with it, he said, but that little bit was enough to completely restore Linley's body to peak condition, healing all the broken bones.

This kind of regenerative ability is great.

"Everyone!"

At this moment, the tournament organizer, the silver-haired old man, reappeared on the dueling platform. His face was filled with smiles, he said, “I imagine everyone has an incredible time watching this battle today. Ha ha . Even our dueling platform has been destroyed as a result of this battle. ”

the 80,000 spectators stared at the dueling platform that had been destroyed and marked by the crater, and they all started laughing as well.

Today's duel is really worth watching.

Not only did they see the competition between the two ultimate geniuses, they even had the chance to see the terrifying strength of Wharton's brother, Linley. He, in one blow, had defeated Kenyon.

Although the exchange between Linley and Kenyon was very short, the 'value' of watching the exchange was much higher than the battle between Wharton and Blumer. After all, this was a fight between Saint-levels. Many people would live their entire lives without having the chance to witness such a battle.

“And today's duel results, I'm sure everyone will agree, without question. I announced ... "The words of the silver-haired old man came to a halt, as he stared at the air above him.

In the blink of an eye, a beam of light arrived at the Colosseum.

"Saint-level!"

The Colosseum was once again filled with excited cries. Yet another Saint-level expert had appeared.

This man was wearing simple clothes, sackcloth, and looked very calm. But his eyes seemed to be blazing with the light of the stars. His hair was black mixed with white stripes, but judging from his face, one could tell without a doubt that this was not an old man; on the contrary, this man was still very young.

"Who is this guy?"

"Don't know me. Hair whitening. Which Saint level expert is this? ”

… .

The stand was filled with the sounds of discussions being held. It seemed that most people were surprisingly unable to recognize who this Saint-level, who had just flown here. After all, many people had seen some of the more famous Saint-level experts.

The young man flew towards Blumer.

"Second brother, what happened?" The young man said.

"Big brother!" Blumer's voice was shocked and excited.

This exchange seems to have lit a fire among the spectators at the Colosseum. This youngster with white and black hair, wearing a simple sackcloth outfit, was the Magic Sword Saint, Olivier!

"Olivier's. Wait, that's impossible. Olivier's hair should be brownish black, and he likes to wear white clothes. ”

"Olivier's. He's so awesome to see. How did he become like this? "

“I can confirm that this is Olivier. Compared to his appearance when last fighting against Lord Dillon, his appearance was almost identical. Only, his hair looked different, and it seemed like his aura was also different. ”

… .

The aura is different.

No wonder the 80,000 spectators could not recognize him. In the past, Olivier's aura was extremely sharp, like a sword being released from its sheath. Besides, he was wearing a pure white robe.

His handsome face and harsh aura had made Olivier famous throughout the imperial capital.

But the current Olivier had changed dramatically compared to before.

Olivier currently did not have a ferocious aura, and his hair, which was now partially white, seemed to be aging. Olivier had also never dressed in sackcloth before.

"He's Olivier?" Linley looked at Olivier as well.

Yale nodded next to Linley. "really. According to the intelligence of my clan, in the years after he reached Saint-level, Olivier had been traveling about the various Empires and engaged in training. According to the predictions of our intelligence unit, he should have defeated many Saint-level experts. ”

Linley nodded slightly.

As soon as he saw Olivier, Linley had the feeling .. that this Olivier person was an extremely frightening expert. Compared to Stehle from the Radiant Church, she was even more formidable.

"Did he come with the intention of doing battle on behalf of his younger brother?" Linley immediately began to silently utter the words magic spell.

Olivier was very famous. Given his reputation, Linley would definitely not underestimate Olivier, nor dare to not be careful enough.

A gust of wind suddenly swirled about Linley.

Wind style spell of ninth rank – Windshadow Technique!

… .

Olivier finished listening to his sister's description of this battle. Blumer deliberately made the situation sound worse. "Sister, that Linley bullied me with his superior strength. Were it not for the help of my older intern, I would have worried … "

Olivier frowned.

The Akerlund Clan was actually a very ordinary and common clan. Their parents have died early on, and Olivier must rely on himself to protect Blumer and help raise Blumer.

Blumer is the only member of the Olivier family. The two brothers shared a deep love for each other.

"Cenyon. "Olivier glanced at nearby Kenyon. "Thank you . I, Olivier, will definitely remember your virtue in helping us. ”

Kenyon hurriedly said, “Olivier, no need. Blumer is my younger intern. I can't just sit and watch. ”

Olivier smiled at Kenyon, then looked at his sister coldly. He reprimanded, “Second brother, I said first, unless the situation is life or death, you should not use that forbidden technique. Given your current level of understanding, you are far from being able to use it properly. Do you know how dangerous that most powerful attack is to you? The damage it caused was worse than your broken arm! ”

Blumer.

In order to defeat Wharton, in the end, he had used a forbidden technique, and the damage done to himself with this forbidden technique was not something that light style magic could cure. When Olivier taught him this technique, he had instructed him to only use it in life or death situations.

"Sister boy. I'm sorry . ”Blumer knows that Olivier is looking for his interests.

Olivier shook his head and sighed, then turned to look at the distant Linley. A fierce expression appeared in his eyes, previously as calm as the depths of the sea. Olivier flew straight away.

"Olivier, wait!" Knowing that things were getting worse, Emperor Johann immediately spoke up.

"Your Majesty, I will not allow someone to try to kill my sister. Your Majesty the Emperor, it is best if you are not involved in this matter. "Olivier did not look at Johann at all.

Emperor Johann did not say anything else. He understood Olivier's temperament very well.

But as far as Johann was concerned, both Linley and Olivier were important members of the Empire. He did not want these two geniuses to fight each other.

Olivier floated in the air, his long robe fluttering around him. His cold and sharp gaze was on Linley. "Linley, out!" This explosive shout shook the Colosseum like lightning, echoing endlessly within it.

"Get out!" "Get out!" "Get out!"

Everyone in the Colosseum held their breath. Gosh darn. The tickets they bought were really worth it. They had already seen two battles, but now, it seemed like they would see a more interesting one.

The 80,000 pairs of eyes on the Colosseum all swung towards Linley.