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Chapter 44: The Fist Fight

In the original story, during Xue Nuo’s storyline, Levi would make his move against the little maid at this moment.

Master swordsman picking on a newly appointed saint candidate was frankly too easy.

Levi’s current momentum was even larger than in the original, much more intense. It was as if he wanted to use his power to give a nasty shock, almost wanting to shove Alice right out of the candidate position.

From Roy’s perspective, this was actually a good thing.

Because it meant Alice posed more of a threat to Levi than in the original story, prompting such a reaction from him.

But unlike the original, Alice didn’t need to swallow her pride until she became a candidate to hit back.

Facing these arrogant jerks who thought they were above everyone else, a moment of retreat would only encourage their arrogance. If they didn’t get hit hard in return, they’d never learn their lesson.

Moreover…

Though it seemed like he was confronting Levi, Roy was actually using his peripheral vision to confirm another direction.

The [Seraph] Simon Uriel appeared quite calm, with a hint of scrutinizing expression, neither angry nor displeased.

It seemed this provocation was merely Levi’s whim and hadn’t been approved by the upper echelon of the Holy Light Church.

In comparison, he had already cleared the air with Karl, the projection of the [Sage], and Charlotte and the others.

Confirming this, Roy felt less concerned.

On the contrary, Levi’s expression grew heavy.

The seven major forces of the Western Continent had always been a scattered bunch.

Without a common enemy, common interests, or common bonds, there was no reason for them to cooperate.

The so-called seven major forces were like seven fingers; no matter how strong the fingers were, they couldn’t form a fist.

Thus, historically, whether it was the militarily strong Lionheart Kingdom or the resource-rich Mage Academy, they would ultimately choose to withdraw during disputes with the Church.

But why are the representatives of all the forces standing behind Roy now?!

Silver-level bloodline, son of a marquis.

Just a knight from a single nation, just a victor of a trial, just someone who accidentally made some achievements fighting against demons and cultists.

What made him deserving of such support from so many forces?!

Levi’s understanding of Roy came solely from a letter sent from White Harbor.

And now, he finally realized that what the letter claimed was not exaggerated, and there were even many unsaid points.

At this point, with both sides having made their intentions clear, pretending nothing was happening was impossible.

Originally thinking the opponent was a soft persimmon to be squeezed, he didn’t expect them to be pricklier than a hedgehog.

Levi, caught in a bind, looked increasingly grim.

But even so, he was unwilling to back down.

As the direct disciple of the sword saint, the number one pride of the Eastern Continent, conceding would mean representing the entire Eastern Continent as inferior.

Moreover, as a beloved recognized by the Pope, a noble prodigy of the Holy Light, how could he bow to mere common nobles?!

“Do you want me to pay a price?” Levi laughed out of anger, faintly clenching his fists.

“Just talking won’t cut it, Roy Ainbrad. Strength is the foundation of this world!”

No matter how much support you have, in a clash of extraordinary beings, what can you really gain?!

Levi’s gaze sharpened for a moment, and the next second, he stepped forward forcefully.

A sharp, piercing sound echoed.

Mixed with a golden glow, the Holy Light gathered into a terrifying extraordinary wave, like a blade being drawn, ice-cold and dazzling!

With the extraordinary wave of Sequence 6, plus Levi’s years of tempered sword energy, it dispersed in all directions, making many extraordinary beings change their expressions.

“Achieving Sequence 6 at this age, the top talent of the Eastern Continent truly lives up to the name.” The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim.

“No, it’s not just about being Sequence 6; the ability to trigger sword energy with a thought is something even seasoned swordsmen can’t compare to,” Karl said with a serious tone.

Ordinary Sequence 6, even if they could manifest their powers through extraordinary waves, could hardly create such a loud commotion.

However, standing at the forefront of the radiant holy light and sword energy, Roy didn’t take a single step back, his eyes igniting like dark-gold meteors.

“Did you know? Showing your fists first only makes you look ridiculous. If your fists can’t win, it only makes you look pitiful.”

The next moment, a dragon’s might surged.

The air echoed with a faint dragon’s roar, chilling to the bone.

After stepping into Sequence 6, all of Roy’s extraordinary abilities surged to a new level. The aura of dragon might grew several times stronger, no longer limited to intimidating a few people but capable of enveloping the entire area.

It was as if a colossal mountain was crashing down.

The extraordinary beings of the Eastern Continent showed expressions of shock, with Olaya and Jay instinctively taking a step back, while Visalia had a hard time retreating half a step.

Levi, who was directly facing the dragon might, initially changed color, using sword energy to forcefully resist.

The Holy Light shone, and the ringing of swords echoed, managing to hold off the pressure from the dragon tribe!

Until the boy with dark-golden vertical pupils slowly exhaled, leisurely taking another step forward.

The air rippled violently.

Tables, chairs, forks, and chandeliers—everything in the banquet hall shuddered violently.

And Levi finally took a big step back, as if he had been punched right in the chest, revealing a moment of pain.

But just then, a glowing hand appeared behind Levi.

The golden holy light scattered, dissipating the residual force of the dragon might.

The young people of the Eastern Continent felt their chests lighten and finally eased up.

“Mr. Roy, while we compete, we are not enemies. Please don’t take it too far.”

With a voice as gentle as water, gender indistinguishable and almost unreal.

The elegant young man cast a mild gaze, instinctively soothing everyone, making them reluctant to be enemies with him.

[Child of Light] Sang, alongside Levi, was hailed as one of the two great saints of the Eastern Continent.

He was also the final boss in Xue Nuo’s line of the original story, the strongest villain throughout the “Angelic Waltz”.

Roy always felt something odd about this person.

Rather than being gentle, it felt more like he had an aloofness transcending the world, very unsettling.

And as it turned out, this wasn’t just his personal feeling.

“Be careful, this guy gives me a really bad vibe,” Phoenix whispered as a warning.

However, Sang’s holy light instead released a gentle aura, calming both sides’ restlessness, allowing the scene to ease.

“Everyone, this conflict is meaningless. The saint trials are imminent; whatever grudges we have, let’s save them for then.”

“What does everyone think?” Sang directed his gaze toward Roy and Alice.

Roy remained silent.

It was just at this moment that Alice, who had been quiet until now, finally stepped forward to face the [Child of Light].

Roy had previously told her that the [Child of Light] would be the hardest opponent in this trial.

But Alice showed no sign of fear, only the usual indifference: “No problem.”

“After all, the position of the saint belongs to Alice.”

“Having confidence is a good thing.” Sang maintained his warm demeanor, smiling gently: “But I very much doubt Miss Alice has the corresponding strength.”