I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 695

Chapter 77: Shattered Blade Heart

The cross-shaped sword light sliced through the Holy Sword in one strike.

Alongside it, the faith of countless followers of the Holy Light from the Eastern Continent, built over many years, was also shattered.

Silence.

All who witnessed Levi’s tragic defeat, whether from the three major districts or the residents of the Holy City, fell into a deep, death-like quiet.

Caught in this silence were the high-ranking officials of the church within the White Harbor Cathedral.

The Sword Saint’s chosen disciple, the top talent of the Eastern Continent, was unexpectedly defeated by Roy with a single sword strike.

How is this possible?!

Golden-blooded lineage, the power of the Holy Sword, exceptional talent, experience honed on the battlefield—

In some sense, Levi represented the pinnacle of a combination of Oloya, Jay, and Vissalia.

Bloodline, armament, talent, and years of practice and real combat—all sharpened to perfection.

And yet, the top talent nurtured with vast resources by the Holy Sword Church was still no match for Roy!

How is this possible?!

Rayo’s eyes widened slightly, and he seemed to realize something, “So that’s it.”

“You’re right; at a certain level, willpower is the fundamental determinant of victory or defeat,” Teresa smiled.

“But you’re underestimating that boy too much.”

“This generation’s False King bloodline has survived fierce pursuits by cultists. Don’t mention life-and-death battles; he’s probably faced many deadly predicaments already.”

“We both understand that the temperament honed in such dire circumstances is the most resilient.”

Looking at the calm in the black-haired boy’s eyes that hadn’t wavered from beginning to end, Teresa couldn’t help but admire, “Whether it’s will or enlightenment, at least in this regard, Roy far surpasses Levi.”

The high-ranking church officials looked towards Rayo, hoping he might refute Teresa, but in the end, even the Sword Saint could only sigh slightly, “I fully agree.”

Roy won.

No matter who it was, regardless of acknowledgment or denial, the fact that he broke the Sword Saint’s disciple’s sword with one strike was indisputable.

The Lionheart Knight raised his sword in cheer, the forest elves sang and danced, adventurers called out Roy’s name one after another, and the Academy of Mages erupted in endless excitement for their classmate’s outstanding performance, even in the deserts of the Western Region and the islands of the Southern Kingdom, Roy’s name echoed everywhere.

“Long live the Oath Knights!”

“I knew that Roy kid could do it! Wuwu, I even taught him a class!”

“What Eastern Continent top talent? They’re no match for our Western Continent top talent!”

“Huh? Wait, since when did it become the Western Continent’s top talent…”

“Ah, who cares? It sounds impressive, that’s enough!”

The Lionheart Princess, who quelled the turmoil of the A dragon, the dual-magic elite who fought against the Demon Race, and the prince who unified the Golden Sands’ governance…

Prior to this, there had always been debates about who the top talent of this generation was in the Western Continent, without a definitive answer.

But from today onwards, that title is deeply bound to the black-haired boy.

Upon leaving the secret realm and returning to the church, the candidates, except for the unconscious Oloya, were all in shock, unable to believe it.

“He’s so strong?”

The scene of the cross slash splitting the heavens profoundly shocked Jay, making his fear outweigh his resentment, and even with a heat between his legs, he no longer felt the urge for revenge.

Meanwhile, Vissalia, with a complex expression, muttered a bitter laugh: “You weren’t lying after all.”

“Even if I did use my bloodline awakening, I still wouldn’t stand a chance against you…”

As for Roy himself, he wasn’t arrogant, just slowly exhaling.

Winning with one sword strike was merely as he expected.

Levi was stronger than in the original story.

In the original, Levi regained his sword heart at the last moment of his battle with Xue Nuo, perfectly activating the Holy Sword: Dusk and forcing Xue Nuo to awaken her bloodline to defeat him.

It could be said that Levi definitely surpassed most Rank 5 combatants; though he wasn’t as strong as the Undead General, Intalon, he wasn’t too far behind.

But he was no longer that incompetent, useless young master.

The combination of Blood Furnace Magic Sword and Ember Extinction was sufficient to crush Levi.

And this still didn’t come close to Roy’s full power.

The capabilities of the False King were extensive; engaging head-on was merely one of many tactics, the fastest and safest option to avoid accidents. Moreover, he hadn’t even used his greatest trump card, Endless Flame, let alone the king’s blade, a killer move.

Unlike the indifferent Roy, however, Levi couldn’t accept this outcome.

Ignoring the medical team’s treatment and the blood gushing from his chest, Levi, covered in blood, forced himself to glare.

“No!”

“No, no, no! I—I haven’t lost yet! How could I lose? I am the Sword Saint’s disciple, I am the chosen one, I am the strongest of the Eastern Continent, I—I—I refuse to lose!!!”

Levi’s chest wound was grave, nearly life-threatening.

But compared to the pain of his flesh wound, the anguish of his shattered sword heart was even greater.

All along, having never tasted defeat within the same rank, the title of the top talent of the Eastern Continent had honed his sword heart to a razor’s edge.

Pride.

Yet there was capital in that pride to look down on others.

But today, his proud sword heart was utterly shattered by Roy with just two swords.

Roy won—completely, with surplus power remaining.

“I refuse to lose!!!”

Levi pushed away the nun coming to treat him, dragging his heavily injured body towards the Holy Sword: Dusk.

Roy frowned slightly, and the blade in his hand reappeared.

However, Levi’s strike ultimately failed to land.

Not because anyone stopped him, but because the Holy Sword: Dusk did not respond.

The silver-black blade seemed to be frozen, firmly stuck in place, no matter how hard Levi struggled, it remained untouched.

The situation that didn’t even occur in the original story left Roy slightly stunned, and then he chuckled leisurely, “Even the Holy Sword has abandoned you.”

“If you don’t admit it now, it’ll look too bad, won’t it?”

“No…!”

Roy’s taunts were like the final blade piercing through Levi’s dignity.

Like being drained of its bones, Levi fell to his knees with a thud, unable to rise again.

Yet, just as the nuns were sending him away on a stretcher, he used his last bit of strength to glare over, spitting blood and shouting.

“It’s not over! Roy Ainbrad, the trial isn’t finished yet!”

Unable to accept reality, Levi could only place his final hope on his partner.

“You gamble everything but end up with nothing! The candidate you chose isn’t worth all your sacrifices! She’s just a maid, she’ll never be a match for Sang! The Saint’s trial, in the end, you lost!”

Levi’s roar jolted the people of the Eastern Continent from their silence.

In the Holy City’s square, a fervent believer climbed the podium and raised his arms high, shouting.

“Everyone, did you hear that?!”

“Don’t lose heart! This is simply a test bestowed upon Lord Sang by the Holy Light!”

“The duel between guards is inconsequential; as long as Lord Sang wins, it is Lord Levi’s victory, and the victory of Oloya, Jay, Vissalia, and even we, followers of the Holy Light!”

With a unified response, the blind and frenzied flames ignited.

“Exactly! This is the Saint’s trial, not the guard’s trial!”

“The Child of Light will never lose to the ignorant savages of the Western Continent!”

“Lord Sang must win! Lord Sang must win!”

The crowd’s hoarse screams seemed to try to erase the fact of Roy’s successive victories.