I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 694

Chapter 76: Night’s Slash

All around, the praises for Levi echoed.

Theresa frowned, slightly annoyed as she glanced at her old friend, “Do you really think your prized pupil is unbeatable?”

“Levi is not my disciple,” Leo replied. “Unbeatable might be a stretch. I don’t think he’ll lose.”

“Oh, I’ve heard the rumors about him,” Theresa raised an eyebrow. “They say the Sword Saint’s direct disciple has never been defeated against opponents of his rank, even the ‘Child of Light’ only managed a draw with him.”

“That’s not just a rumor,” Leo corrected her.

“Theresa, what do you think makes a true strongman?”

Theresa furrowed her brow, hesitant to answer.

Leo looked at Levi, seemingly lost in thought as he spoke, “It all depends on how you define strength.”

“To mortals, an extraordinary being with a noble bloodline is strong. To extraordinary beings, the one with a higher bloodline and rank is strong. To the youth, an experienced veteran is strong.”

“But at our level, the influence of extraordinary bloodlines and combat experience has diminished significantly. What do you think the final deciding factor is?”

Theresa took a deep breath, “…Will.”

She believed that every extraordinary being who had stepped into a higher realm would answer that way.

Will, belief, spirit. This would be the final straw that supports extraordinary beings in a city of life and death, the greatest variable.

“Levi is a very pure guy. He’s not a good person, but he is pure, obsessively wanting to get stronger.”

“If there’s no decisive gap in bloodlines, the strength of a sword heart cannot be shaken merely by bloodline power.”

Since that girl from eighteen years ago, it was the first time Theresa had heard the Sword Saint speak so highly of his junior.

Theresa’s expression became grave.

Outside the altar,

the orange-haired swordsman slowly gripped the hilt of his sword.

In an instant, he radiated a sense of pride that not only instilled pressure, but also felt like countless sharp blades poised to strike, ready to cut through everything in their path.

Levi shouted coldly, “Roy Ainbrad, to deal with you, I’ll only need one strike!”

One strike to decide the victor.

The madness and dominance of the Sword Saint’s direct disciple swept away the frustrations of the East Continent’s candidates for sainthood who had recently faced defeat.

Not only were the thousands of people on the East Continent roaring, even the high-ups in the White Harbor church couldn’t help but cheer, standing up to shout.

However, Roy wore a smile that was neither here nor there.

This might be the most flamboyant and sharpest declaration of war.

Levi’s sword heart was indeed extraordinary; just this attitude of looking down on the world was enough to make many challengers back down, quashing any sense of competition.

Oroya and Jay were certainly no exception; even the battle-hardened Viscaria admired him.

But what Roy had experienced was far heavier than mere bravado.

He had crossed over the edge of life and death more than once, where a single misstep could lead to no place for burial.

Confronted with this terrifying sword intent, enough to make countless heroes of the East Continent retreat, Roy was as tranquil as still water, stepping forward as if walking on flat ground.

The golden light in his black pupils roared silently; the overwhelming pressure fell like a collapsing sky, like a sleeping dragon stirred by a small beast’s provocation, slowly opening its eyes.

“Enough chatter, just come at me.”

Such a cocky guy…

Levi was not pleased inside, but he smoothed out that irritation.

Anger and humiliation morphed into raw power, pouring into the sword in his hand.

“A lion uses its full strength even against a rabbit; since that’s the case, let this arrogant guy see what I can do!”

Levi wanted not just to win; he wanted to crush Roy completely, leaving no room for recovery!

He drew his sword from its sheath and struck down.

The sky darkened, and the air froze.

[Sacred Sword: Twilight].

Dark silver light exploded, the sword’s radiance tearing through the remnants of the sunset.

Flowers and grass turned to dust; rocks trembled under the force, and the altar’s defense barrier was triggered by that horrifying power.

As the Sacred Sword came crashing down like raging thunder, Roy too raised his hand, lifting his sword.

It wasn’t the Dragon Tooth Blade, but a blood-red magic sword.

“Blood~! Give me blood!”

The crimson sword light surged, combined with the frenzied whispers like a demon.

The blood of the False King, infused with countless mythical bloodlines, had pushed the power of the magic sword forged by the Blood Cult to its zenith.

The brilliant red sword light surged into the air, colliding fiercely with the silver radiance.

Levi felt like he had struck a giant beast; his feet staggered, but he held firm.

The two sword energies intertwined for only a moment before the crimson blade began to slide.

Levi’s gaze sharpened, and with a roar, he pressed against Roy’s sword light, stepping forward!

The sword light howled as the silver blade sank into the blood-red glow, diminishing Roy’s sword momentum.

“See? Your weapon and your powers? In the end, you’re not my match!”

Levi was exhilarated, pushing down on the crimson sword light with both hands, struggling to advance.

Like an arrogant swordsman slicing inch by inch at his opponent, like the descending twilight destined to swallow the setting sun.

Feeling Levi’s astonishing sword intent, Alice instinctively gripped the hilt tightly.

But as she looked at the young boy standing in front, she ultimately held back her urge to assist.

It was at this moment that Roy let out a light laugh.

“Oh really?”

“Throwing the first punch doesn’t mean your punch is harder!”

“You’re still being stubborn at this point…?!”

Levi’s disdain was abruptly cut short as he realized the black-haired boy opposite him was only using one hand.

Only at this moment did the other hand lift the Dragon Tooth Blade, then struck down.

[Annihilation].

Dragon flames roared, raging like wildfire.

The scorching stream of flames followed the crimson sword light, intertwining into a magnificent cross that instantly burst forth, pushing back the surging silver sword light.

The previous downturn was instantly reversed.

The blood-red sword energy mixed with the scarlet dragon flames exploded, creating a shocking effect of 1+1 greater than 2, with the cross-shaped blade unleashing terrifying pressure.

Like a ghoul laughing maniacally in hell, or a giant dragon stirred from its slumber, it mercilessly tore apart Levi’s sword energy.

Levi stumbled back, spitting out a mouthful of crimson.

“No…”

“No, I can’t lose!”

“I am the Sword Saint’s direct disciple, I am chosen, I am favored by the Goddess of Holy Light, my sword cannot… lose!”

Levi’s eyes glowed red as he coughed blood, shouting out, his sword light surged again, momentarily halting Roy’s sword momentum, even pushing forward a step.

But Roy remained steadfast, like a rock, as calm as still water, not swayed in the slightest by this desperate resistance.

He simply held his breath, slow yet steady, taking another step forward.

This was the last straw that broke Levi.

The cross-sword light tore apart the streaming silver light, as if the blood-red sunset cut through the evening twilight that was meant to descend.

The sound of swords clashing echoed.

The white lightning dissipated.

Levi was sent flying, and the hills behind him were engulfed by blood and flames.

Flowers and grass had long since turned to ash; the ground was in ruins, even the swirling clouds ignited in flames, burning the night that was meant to settle here.

Only the [Sacred Sword: Twilight] stood proudly where it was, deserving of its divine weapon name.