Chapter 111: Chapter 106 The First Sword Saint Chapter 111: Chapter 106 The First Sword Saint Within the grey-black celestial dome, the thunder waterfall that rivaled the heavenly river had disappeared. The mountain on which Muria and others stood had completely transformed, radiating a pitch-black metallic luster, stitch marked with stunning golden veins, intensely dazzling.

In Muria’s expectant gaze, a tiny figure abruptly came into view in the empty wilderness. The potent vision granted by the mixed bloodline of the Titans and the Draconic allowed him to discern the figure’s appearance.

Greyish white shoulder-length hair, facial features so ordinary they lacked any distinguishing characteristics, a simple garb of hemp, height neither tall nor short by human standards. This was an utterly typical middle-aged man with no distinguishing qualities.

“Is this the human legend who aims to challenge Lord Yaxibeien? He looks so unremarkable.” A Titan who saw Ron, the Sword Saint, hovering in mid-air, exuding nothing of his usual aura, muttered.

“He is, after all, the Premier Sword Saint. Given the number of human legends, earning the title of the first implies considerable strength, doesn’t it?”

“Humph, Premier Sword Saint, that’s just a human title. There’s no chance he can beat Lord Yaxibeien.”

“What’s Lord Yaxibeien’s current strength level?” a Blazing Sky God Descendant asked a Titan, brimming with curiosity.

“Lord Yaxibeien is already preparing to travel to the boundless void, to tread the Path to Epic.”

“Legendary Peak.” Sylvester sighed lightly, “With such strength, there’s absolutely no chance of him losing. The question now is how long this human sword saint will last.”

“The news I received suggested that this human sword saint is merely at the seventh rank in the Legend class. Why would Lord Yaxibeien accept such a challenge?” Michaela, beside Sylvester, asked somewhat perplexedly, she couldn’t understand.

“Lord Abexian is similarly adept in the sword,” responded a Titan.

“I see.” The Blazing Sky Girl nodded. “Lord Yaxibeien must be interested in the techniques of this Premier Sword Saint.”

Titans rarely consider challenges from lesser beings. It’s extraordinary for a Titan on the cusp of treading the Path to Epic to accept a challenge from a human Sword Saint.

However, given this legendary Titan’s predilection and skill in swordsmanship, it’s now clear. In fights of equal level, humans are weaker than Titans in every respect, except potentially in one. That is, in the manipulation of power, the art of combat.

Muria diligently listened to the voices of the Titans and Blazing Sky God Descendants discussing the matter. Everyone was prophesying the inevitable defeat of Ron, the Sword Saint. The only disagreement was over how long the human legend would withstand the assault.

No one expected a low-born sword saint to win such a battle. It wasn’t because they were looking down on him, rather it was because the racial chasm between humans and Titans makes it hard to fathom.

From the outset, humans started the race at a disadvantage. Even after countless breakthroughs, pushing life beyond limitations, humans still couldn’t surpass Titans. This too was due to the relentless effort put forth by the Titans, themselves similarly grooming their strength through ceaseless combats.

“Boom!” Not long after Ron took his place, a bolt of lightning, dozens of meters thick, thundered from the sky, striking right in front of Ron. Even the golden lightning arcs and the spurted debris reached his eyes, yet his countenance didn’t waver.

Amidst the storm, a robust, gigantic figure appeared, wreathed in a horrifying whirlwind. This tide churned the surroundings, causing the magma to boil and spew fire waves ten meters high.

This was a Titan standing at a colossal height of over 180 meters. Thick, sturdy thunderbolts coiled around him, giving him the appearance of wearing golden armor. A semi-transparent, faintly blue hurricane surrounded him. His feet rested in a magma pool that had already overflown to a radius of 1,000 meters. This was his signature arrival—the thunderbolts emanating from his body struck the ground below him.

“Human,” the legendary Titan Yaxibeien looked down at the tiny human in front of him and began to roar with laughter, “do you still dare to challenge me?”

The Titan’s form topped 180 meters. Such a size would inspire terror in most living beings, making them cower before him. This stature alone would instill fear even in a legendary demon from the Abyss, let alone the dreadful nature of his arrival.

“Of course.” The seemingly ordinary Sword Saint looked up, his eyes meeting the tall and mighty Titan. From his once indifferent brown pupils, two rays of keen brilliance shot out in the form of sharp swords.

In this instant, the Sword Saint, who had previously seemed utterly ordinary, was nothing of the sort. Silver-white Fighting Qi surged from him, instantly transforming into a nearly 200-meter-long sword. Its tip pointed to the dome of the sky, the regal, grand aura of the sword proliferating in all directions.

“Hsss!” Merely casting a glance upon this silver-white long sword transformed by the Fighting Qi made many Titans and Blazing Sky God Descendants feel a slight sting in their eyes. Even Muria couldn’t help but rub her eyes to relieve the discomfort.

“Very well.” Upon hearing the Swordsman’s response and his current stance, Titan Yashiburn laughed loudly. Then, his massive titan true form began to shrink slowly under everyone’s gaze.

Only when he had shrunk into a burly man over two meters tall did the transformation stop. Titan Yashiburn began to speak among the stares of Swordsman Ron, who was frowning with dissatisfaction and confusion. His voice was loud and clear, audible to Muria and the others.

“Human, I am of legendary peak strength, but I will not bully you with my power. I voluntarily seal my power by two stages, suppressing it to the Legend Seventh Rank, becoming this size, to fight you fairly.”

Ron tightened his grip on his sword, nodded, and said nothing more, his face no longer hesitant. Seeing the titan shrink in size, he was displeased. For enormous beings like titans and dragons, once they shapeshift into human forms, except for their magic, all other abilities take a big hit.

When a titan becomes a human, the power it can exert is at most one-tenth of its true form. Thus, Swordsman Ron was somewhat displeased, but he said nothing.

“Indeed, Lord Yashiburn is interested in the swordsmanship of this human swordsman.” Seeing Yashiburn suppress his power, the Titans commented.

“If we were to truly fight at full strength, the outcome of this battle would not be suspenseful at all.”

“So does this mean that the outcome of the battle is uncertain now?” Muria murmured.

“Lord Yashiburn will surely win.”

…

While Muria and the others were debating the outcome of the fight, Swordsman Ron and the Legendary Titan Yashiburn, who had suppressed his strength, made their move.

A light of Fighting Qi, nearly two hundred meters long, collapsed and turned into small silver-white spots, merging into Swordsman Ron’s body. Then, this ordinary-looking man slowly unsheathed the deep blue long sword in his hand, and swung it.

The moment the long sword was fully drawn, a Sword Qi of hundreds of meters long shot out from the sword, aimed at Yashiburn. Everywhere it passed, the air was cut open, leaving a deep ditch on the ground. The Sword Qi reached Yashiburn, split the lava pool, and exposed the un-melted rock layer at the bottom.

“Good.” Seeing the formidable power of the wind stirred by the Qi alone, the Titan, rather than being afraid, rejoiced and yelled loudly. His right arm began to glow with radiant golden light. His right hand formed a fist and with the momentum of splitting a river, he swung it.

“Boom!” The silver-white Sword Qi was shattered by Yashiburn’s punch, turning into tiny fragments that scattered around. They landed on the ground, leaving trails of sword marks tens of meters long. The Sword Qi that sprang towards the Titan was crushed by the gale surrounding him before it even got close.

“Not bad.” Yashiburn, who had shattered the Sword Qi with a fist, looked down at his palm. Four shallow wounds lay side by side, forming a sword mark. But not a single drop of blood came out and the wounds started to heal. Soon, no trace was left.

“You hurt me.” Seeing his wound, Yashiburn laughed loudly. “Human, tell me your name. You have earned the right to have me draw my sword.”

A Legendary Titan, even when suppressing his strength and power, will not weaken in physicality. His defensive power remains at the Legendary Peak. To injure a Titan, even if it’s just a scratch, is impressive.

“My name is Ron, of the Human Race.” The middle-aged man answered flatly. The Titan’s contempt did not upset him because he was used to it. Disdain, ridicule, disdain…

He is the son of a blacksmith. All the people around him – neighbors, companions, townsfolk, thought he should follow his father’s trade, and become a blacksmith himself. From the day he decided to learn swordsmanship, apart from his father, no one supported him. All he received were incomprehending and mocking looks.

Fortunately, he stuck to it and showed a surprising talent for swordsmanship. At that point, he gained admiration, envy, and worship.

Afterward, he left the small town where he was born. As a swordsman, he ventured out into the world: cities, kingdoms, empires, continents… With his ever-increasing strength and skills in swordsmanship, his fame gradually spread.

When he reached legend status, the news of his achievement, given his background, shook the subcontinent he was on. Countless duchies, kingdoms, even empires, all invited him into their respective lands. At that moment, he could have had wealth and power at his fingertips, but he refused all the offers. He thought he should not stop at being a legend; he needed to go further.

It was at that moment that the story of the first legendary swordsman began. He started to encounter more legendary beings and fight against them. At that time, he deeply understood the disadvantage of the Human Race, but he never had the idea of changing his bloodline. He firmly believed that he could overcome all obstacles with the sword in hand.

Ron clearly remembered the first time he faced the Legendary Ancient Dragon, Crimson Catastrophe Augustus, alone. He will never forget that dragon’s contemptuous and scornful gaze.

Of course, what left a deeper impression was when he beheaded the ancient dragon that had caused havoc across multiple nations. He will always remember the dragon’s incredulous and unwilling gaze, and its mournful howl at the moment of death.

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