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Book 9, His Fay Sword Saint

With a single stroke, Linley had defeated a Saint-level expert as the personal disciple of the War God In addition, Linley’s current transfor form This deeply shocked everyone present None of the 80,000 viewers actually daredsilence!

Blu in olden eyes were fixed upon hih he could die at any moment This utmost sensation of terror caused him to run even closer towards the Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson

Silence No one dared to speak

“Drip!” A single drop of bright red blood dripped down fro platfor out loudly

This was the blood of Kenyon

Kenyon was standing at the edge of the dueling platfor his muscles and battle-qi, he sealed his wound and stopped the flow of blood But he didn’t dare fight against Linley again

He was a Saint-level, true But he was ‘only’ a e Saint-level In terhtenment, he was far lower than Linley

“Master Linley” Johann finally spoke His voice echoed in the Colosseu more than half the people to turn to him His face still covered in sh I knew you were a powerful warrior, I had no idea that your talent in this field was not one whit inferior to your talent in stone sculpting”

Emperor Johann’s words visibly eased the tension

Just then, Linley’s vicious demeanor had caused those 80,000 onlookers to not even dare breathe loudly But as soon as E, the entire Colosseum became filled with the sound of countless conversations

“Master Linley? Ah! Could it be that he is that youngest-ever grands to the Holy Union I heard that Count Wharton had originally coonblood Warriors truly are for! When he was sixteen, he created ‘Awakening From the Dream’, and only eleven years have passed since then A twenty seven year old Saint-level combatant Doesn’t that make him even more incredible than Lord Olivier?”

…

Countless conversations regarding Linley could be heard Linley had appeared out of nowhere His status as a master sculptor ell known to many aficionados of stone sculptures

This was an individual as al master sculptor, only twenty seven years old, had defeated in a single blow a Saint-level expert as a personal disciple of the War God!

Unavoidably, an to compare hier

“My young friend Linley, that technique you used just now should have been derived froht into the Laws of the Wind, yes?” The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, spoke, his voice ringing froe’s platform

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

“It was indeed, Mr Haydson” A calht I ask what the name of this technique is?” The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, was athe Deity-level Haydson was very leaned by other Saint-level experts Perhaps by doing so, he h

“The na Wind” Linley didn’t try to hide it

In order to learn a powerful technique, one ht with regards to the Laws of a certain ele, no matter how clearly you explained a technique to so in lanced at the distant Kenyon Calmly, he said, “Your naht Linley was someone asn’t even at the Saint-level Naturally, he was furious when Linley rebuked and cursed at him But now, he knew that Linley was ry, in his heart, Kenyon already viewed Linley as soher level

“I aiven your level of power, you should have been able to clearly discern the seriousness of er brother’s injury Given that you knew exactly hoounded he was, you shouldn’t have said the words you said Ree, you have to be at least somewhat io too far!”

As soon as Linley finished speaking these words coldly, he fleards his own squad Linley was still concerned about his younger brother’s injury

Having been rebuked by Linley yet again, Kenyon felt rather ely here Just then, the other side had ad in such a manner

…

“Wharton, are you okay?” Linley said worriedly as he returned to his hu on one knee

Right now, quite a few people were surrounding hi and rushed over

“Lord Linley” A light-style us next to theic on him Lord Wharton’s wounds are already half-healed Given Lord Wharton’s natural healing abilities, in ten days or half abro, I feel much better” Wharton was able to speak fairly easily now

Linley finally calmed down

At the same time, he felt rather satisfied with the preparations the Colosseui were in treating wounds Generally speaking, low-ranking i would only be able to treat superficial wounds Only powerful light-style i would be able to heal broken bones or internal injuries

And of course, the i could even totally restore to peak condition anyone who had not yet died For example, when Linley had received the Divine Boon at the Radiant Te poith it, but that little bit had been enough to totally restore Linley’s body to peak condition, healing all of his broken bones

This sort of regenerative ability was very foranizer, that silver-haired oldplatforine everyone has had an incredible ti platform has been destroyed as a result of this battle”

The 80,000 viewers stared at the shattered, crater-h as well

This duel today had absolutely been worth watching

Not only had they seen a coeniuses, they even had had a chance to see the terrifying power of Wharton’s older brother, Linley He had, in one blow, defeated Kenyon

Although the exchange between Linley and Kenyon was very brief, the ‘value’ of watching that exchange was her than that of the battle between Wharton and Blumer After all, this was a battle between Saint-levels Many people would live their entire lives without having a chance to witness such a battle

“And the results of today’s duel, I’ree, are without question I announce…” The silver-haired old man’s words came to a halt, as he stared at the air above hi on the side of the judge’s stand were all staring at a glowing line streaking at high speed through the air towards theht arrived at the Colosseuain was filled with excited shouts Yet another Saint-level expert had appeared