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Chapter 126: Enlightenment Of Sword Aura

Chapter 126: Enlightenment Of Sword Aura

Two hours passed in a matter of moments, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. The crowd’s excitement grew as they eagerly awaited the top four matches, particularly curious to see if James could continue his streak and possibly defeat the legendary Prince of the Sacred Light Empire.

The prospect of James, a commoner, rising to such prominence and becoming famous across all races in Rion was electrifying.

Apollo smiled as he heard the whispers among the crowd. It was as if he had become a side character in his own story. He didn’t mind the shift in attention. If anything, it amused him.

The draws were made for the final two battles, and the opponents were decided:

Apollo vs. James, and Prince Michael vs. Ceres.

Seeing this, Apollo smiled. He had wanted to battle with James, a fellow Sword Aura user. Apollo had a feeling that fighting James, with his protagonist-like luck, would finally help him understand the Sword Aura that he so eagerly desired to master. The prospect of this match filled him with anticipation and excitement.

The spectators were excited as the match between Apollo and James was about to take place. Both had brought surprises, defying expectations by reaching this far in the competition.

Apollo and James appeared in the arena, standing tall and looking at each other with calm, focused gazes.

Apollo smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. I wanted to see what kind of special power of plot armour you have."

"Plot Armour?" James didn’t understand what he was saying, but he didn’t have time for that.

Just as the senior declared, "Battle begins," both fighters sprang into action.

As the senior declared the start of the battle, the arena fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Apollo didn’t waste any time. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew his Frost Star Sword, the blade gleaming with a frosty aura. He channelled his Ice Law into the sword, creating a shimmering trail of frost that followed the blade’s edge.

"Sword Ray!" Apollo shouted, unleashing a powerful slash that sent a crescent wave of icy energy hurtling toward James. The sheer force of the attack caused the ground beneath it to crack and freeze, resulting in the temperature in the arena dropping sharply.

James was surprised by the sudden, powerful attack and drop in temperature, but he quickly responded with lightning speed. His sword, a blade with a distinct golden sheen, was drawn in an instant. With a focused expression, he swung his sword to meet Apollo’s attack head-on.

"Sword Aura: Sun Sword Shield!" James’ sword glowed with a brilliant light, forming a barrier of pure energy in front of him. The icy crescent collided with the golden shield, the impact creating a shockwave that reverberated through the arena. Ice shards and golden sparks flew in all directions, the two forces battling for dominance.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed as he observed James’ technique. The Sun Sword Shield was impressive, but Apollo was determined to push his limits.

He surged forward, closing the distance between them with blinding speed. His movements were fluid; each step was calculated. As he approached, he swung his sword in a series of rapid, precise strikes, each one infused with his Ice Law.

James met Apollo’s assault with equal ferocity. The clash of swords resounded through the arena as Apollo and James resumed their fierce battle. Each swing of their blades created shockwaves that shook the very ground they stood on. James, with his Golden Sword Aura, moved with precision and grace, his every strike a testament to his mastery and strength.

Apollo matched James blow for blow, his Ice Law-infused strikes freezing the air around them. The intensity of their fight pushed both warriors to their limits.

Sweat poured down on their faces, muscles straining with each powerful swing. The spectators watched in awe, knowing they were witnessing a battle that would be remembered for generations.

As the battle raged on, Apollo felt a shift within himself. Each clash, each moment of intensity, brought him closer to understanding the path of the Sword Aura. His focus sharpened, and his senses heightened. The world around him seemed to slow, and in that moment of clarity, he felt the true essence of his will.

Apollo closely observed and felt James’ swordsmanship and Sword Aura, countering it with his Ice Law barely. He focused intently, sensing every subtle change in James’ techniques and the flow of his aura, trying to glean a deeper understanding from their clash.

James sensed the change in Apollo and couldn’t help but be surprised, as he clearly felt an improvement in Apollo’s swordsmanship.

Before, Apollo’s swordsmanship lacked fierceness and the baptism of time and experience—it felt plain. But now, it was rapidly changing. James even felt like he was hallucinating; how could somebody improve this fast? Even the Sword Spirit within him felt shocked to see this.

Apollo’s swordsmanship, once plain and untested, now burned with a fierce intensity. His strikes were no longer just precise; they were powerful, filled with a newfound confidence. The baptism of the battle with James was transforming him, honing his abilities at an extraordinary rate.

"No, I have to end this quickly," James thought, realizing he was being used. He couldn’t allow this to continue. Changing his strategy, he decided to unleash one of his strongest attacks.

"Nine Sun Sword," he shouted. His sword transformed entirely, radiating like the sun as the burning golden Sword Aura burst from it. He swung the sword, creating nine afterimages of miniature suns that appeared in the arena, raising the temperature to overpower Apollo’s Ice life force.

Apollo’s eyes widened at the sight of James’ Nine Sun Sword. The intense heat radiating from the nine miniature suns felt like an overwhelming force, threatening to melt away his icy defences. He could feel the sheer power behind the attack, a testament to James’ extraordinary abilities.

Apollo, standing firm against James’ devastating Nine Sun Sword, felt the heat intensify around him. The burning golden Sword Aura threatened to consume everything in its path, raising the temperature to unbearable levels. Yet, in the midst of this inferno, Apollo remained resolute. He focused intently, drawing upon every ounce of his strength and skill.

As the nine miniature suns hurtled toward him, Apollo channelled his Ice life force to create a barrier of frost. The icy wall shimmered, attempting to hold back the overwhelming heat. But even as the ice began to melt under the intense pressure, Apollo’s mind was elsewhere—he was searching for something deeper, something profound.

In the face of such overwhelming power, a moment of clarity washed over him. He seems to travel back, realizing his previous life, his struggles, and his battles had all led to this point. He felt a surge of understanding, a connection to a power greater than himself. His will to protect, endure, and remain eternal in the face of adversity crystallized within him.

He never wanted to experience the helplessness of his previous life again, where all he could do was wait for the end, powerless and resigned.

With newfound determination, Apollo allowed himself to fully experience the clash of elements. He felt the heat searing his skin and the pressure of the energy threatening to crush him. But within that crucible, he found his resolve. He understood that his swordsmanship wasn’t just about power or technique—it was about his will, his unyielding eternal spirit.

In that moment of enlightenment, Apollo’s Sword Aura transformed. It became imbued with his will to remain eternal, to endure no matter the challenge. His aura shimmered with a new, ethereal quality, a reflection of his indomitable spirit.

"Eternal Ice Sword Aura," Apollo whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his realization as the world he saw seemed to have changed.

Apollo became more mysterious and unfathomable. The very fabric of Rion seemed to respond to his power; the heavens and earth trembled slightly. This subtle shift didn’t go unnoticed; powerhouses above Half-God felt the disturbance as if the world itself were welcoming a new force.

Drawing upon this newfound power, Apollo faced the oncoming suns with renewed strength. He swung his Frost Star Sword, channelling the Eternal Sword Aura through it. The sword glowed with a brilliant silvery blue, otherworldly light, cutting through the air with a resonant hum.

As the first of the nine suns collided with his sword, a burst of energy erupted. But this time, Apollo’s aura did not falter. The Eternal Ice Sword Aura enveloped the sun, absorbing its heat and energy and transforming it into a crystalline structure of pure Ice. One by one, the suns met the same fate, their power devoured and transformed by Apollo’s indomitable will.

James watched in disbelief as one of his most powerful attacks was systematically dismantled. The miniature suns with his Sword Aura, once symbols of unstoppable force, were now frozen monuments to Apollo’s newfound power.

With a final, decisive strike, Apollo shattered the last of the suns. The arena fell silent, the air crackling with the residual energy of the clash. Apollo stood amidst the frozen remnants of the Nine Sun Sword, his Star Sword glowing with the eternal light of his will.

After Apollo’s moment of enlightenment and the incredible display of power, he sheathed his Star Sword and took a deep breath, his mind clear and focused. The crowd, still in awe of what they had witnessed, watched with bated breath as Apollo turned to face James.

"James," Apollo said, his voice steady and calm, "I hope we meet again so we can finish this battle. And by the way, you have a great sword."

With a mysterious smile, he stepped down from the arena, leaving everyone shocked and confused by his unexpected decision and words. The crowd murmured in disbelief, trying to comprehend why Apollo had forfeited the match.