I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 693

Chapter 75: The Sword Saint’s Personal Instruction

“Did you see that? Even if your candidates team up in their cowardly ways, they’re still no match for that kid.”

Teresa spoke calmly, but inside, she was shocked.

Roy not only won, but he did so quite easily, leaving himself plenty of energy.

While the False King is rare, Teresa had seen several in the hundreds of years she’s lived.

Being able to bring a False King to this level, apart from that girl from eighteen years ago, probably only…

Thinking of this, Teresa’s expression dimmed.

Another with a complicated mood was Sword Saint Rayo.

Black hair, black eyes, the shadow of an old friend.

That was a bond that even hundreds of years of sword training couldn’t sever.

“That kid really is something.”

“Oh? Are you finally conceding?” Teresa asked, glancing at Rayo in surprise.

Rayo shook his head, “But he still might not win.”

Simon chimed in, “Forget about the two Saint candidates. Just the two guards facing off, the outcome is uncertain.”

Simon, who had been maintaining the name of Holy Light and seemed unconcerned about the results of the Saint Trial, suddenly took a strong interest in Roy.

Teresa found it odd and said sarcastically, “No matter the outcome, isn’t it all under the guidance of Holy Light?”

“True, but I’m just personally curious to see who outshines whom between the False King’s blood and the Holy Light sword intent.”

To receive direct acknowledgment from the Pope and be awarded the holy sword himself is quite the deal.

Thinking of that genius from the Eastern Continent, Teresa’s brows twitched slightly.

To be honest, the matchup between the latecomer maid and the number one genius from the Eastern Continent, Alia, didn’t look good.

Let alone whether Roy could defeat Levi; just managing to injure Alice in the chaos would put her at a significant disadvantage in the final showdown.

After all, the Saint’s guards couldn’t accompany the candidates into the temple.

Inside the Secret Realm.

Visalia sat slumped on the ground, removing her helmet to reveal a somewhat attractive face, but it was twisted in bitterness.

“I couldn’t even use my trump card—I’m disgraceful…”

Roy sheathed his sword calmly and said, “If it were a duel, I wouldn’t mind taking one of your moves. But unfortunately, I’m on a tight schedule.”

“Even if your opponent is powerful, your bloodline awakening isn’t practiced enough. If the opponent takes precautions, you might lose completely. Just keep practicing.”

Unlike Jay and Oloya, those personified things, Roy didn’t mind giving Visalia some pointers.

Visalia fell into reflection, benefiting quite a bit.

However, why did this guy sound as if he’s fought strong awakeners before?!

What on earth has he been through…

False King’s blood, the son of a Marquis, an oath knight, victor of the Trial of Blue, and a brave warrior aiding the Empire against the Demon Race.

The Church has indeed gathered quite a lot of intel on Roy.

Yet, Visalia had a feeling that Roy was far more complicated than just the surface information.

But if she were to face Levi…

Out of nowhere, Visalia warned, “Be careful, Levi is much stronger than me.”

Roy turned back, unflustered, “I know.”

After dispatching Visalia and Jay, Roy wasn’t in a hurry to move forward.

Having delayed this long, San must have already entered the temple ahead of him.

Let Oloya and the others weaken his and Alice’s strength with their ambush.

Those two would be able to wait it out and strike when the time was right.

The plan was solid, but they still underestimated the gap in strength.

“Alice, are we ready to go?”

“Anytime.”

The girl with the longsword under the tree opened her eyes, her breath steady and at peak, exuding an aura like a hidden, ready-to-strike sublime sword, yet radiating the pure, beautiful vibe of a white iris.

In the original work, to win the Saint’s Trial, all one needed was to defeat one pair of opponents.

This time, defeating four pairs was already quite the unfavorable situation.

But since he didn’t belong to any of Alice’s partners in the original story and knew about Oloya’s group, things were looking good.

Alice had been nurturing her forces per his instructions, and up to now had not suffered significant losses, enough to prepare for the final Saint candidate.

Child of Light San.

And now, the only obstacle between her and San was just one.

As the sun set, the dusk painted the sky in hues of grey.

In the outside flower fields, there stood a solemn and sacred pure white temple, radiating a mysterious glow.

Wildflowers swayed gently in the wind, obscuring the figure of the swordsman.

Surely, San had already entered the temple first to avoid any wear and tear from fighting Roy.

The only one left in this area was Levi.

The orange-haired swordsman faced the temple, sword planted in the ground, half-kneeling, appearing like a statue that stood still in the swaying wind.

Until Roy stepped into the flower field, entering his territory.

The swordsman opened his eyes, sword sheath still intact, but the sword intent swept through the air.

The wind stopped.

The flowers wilted.

In the fading sun, a myriad of flowerbeds was cut down, as if by an invisible sword intent, scattering dust into the sky.

Though his extraordinary aura was only that of Sequence 6, the sword intent emanating from Levi was enough to make anyone of Sequence 5 wary.

Alice frowned slightly, instinctively gripping her sword but saw Roy waving his hand to halt her action.

The black-haired boy unhesitatingly stepped into Levi’s domain.

Levi squinted his eyes and said softly, “I warned you.”

“Did you? I only see someone putting on a show.”

Levi glanced at Alice and mocked, “You two might as well team up to save me the trouble.”

“No need. You’re not worth tireding Alice out for.”

“You really think you can win? Think she can get to the end?” Levi chuckled.

Compared to his earlier arrogance, Levi now had less impatience and more assurance.

That confidence came from his sword heart, from the pride of being a swordsman.

“However, I must thank you, Roy Ainbrad.”

“Before you, I had already risen to the peak of the younger generation in the Eastern Continent. Praise from others, a comfortable life, and a lofty status—all these dulled my sword.”

“My biggest mistake was thinking I could crush you using power and schemes!”

“It’s you who reminded me that a true swordsman should resolve everything with a sword.”

“And you should feel honored. By defeating Oloya and the others, you’ve earned the right to face my blade!”

“I’ll make you personally experience the gap between you and me using my strength!”

As Levi’s words fell, a thunderous cheer erupted from the Eastern Continent.

“That’s right, Lord Levi, show him what you’ve got!”

“How could just a victor of a trial possibly defeat the number one genius of the Eastern Continent?!”

“With Holy Light above, the Sword Saint’s personal disciple will win!!!”

Inside the White Harbor Church.

The high-ranking officials displayed their lofty attitude, leisurely saying, “Everyone, don’t be too upset, your luck at White Harbor is about to run out.”