Chapter 861: Chapter 779: Thousand Blade Prince
“Bang!”
In the depths of the wilderness outside Central City, a magical storm suddenly swept up, stirring gusts of airflow.
Gray was knocked back by the incoming magical storm, flying several hundred meters away before he managed to react.
He is not a nobody.
As someone whose level reaches ninety-nine, with strength potentially above that of Aridia, Gray almost instantaneously mobilized his magic power, causing it to tremble around him and disperse all the force acting on his body.
Immediately, without saying a word, Gray stomped the ground beneath him and dashed towards Shane.
His speed was as fast as lightning, flashing and disappearing in an instant.
Though it sounds complicated, in reality, from Shane repelling Gray to Gray coming behind Shane again, the whole process took less than a second.
In less than a second, Gray approached again, extending his hand to grab Shane’s shoulder.
But Shane was naturally not going to let this guy touch him again.
He suddenly turned around and delivered a ruthless kick towards Gray’s extending hand.
With that kick, gusts of wind howled successively, demonstrating to Gray how heavy Shane’s strike was.
Gray’s expression subtly changed but, unwilling to admit defeat, he transformed his grab into a slap and fiercely aimed a palm at Shane’s incoming foot.
“Bang—!”
In the bright collision sound, the palm and foot collided heavily, causing a shockwave to explode.
Shane and Gray simultaneously retreated amidst the impact.
However, Shane only took one step back, while Gray retreated a full four steps.
The difference was obvious.
Shane glanced at Gray’s slightly disheveled figure and spoke sarcastically.
“Are you determined to humiliate yourself, former Prince?”
Shane’s taunt made Gray’s expression look rather unpleasant.
He knew that engaging with Shane meant he likely wouldn’t gain any advantage.
Although Gray had never seen Shane exert his full strength, nor witnessed him slay the four envoys and one great apostle of the Primordial Demon, even blocking a half-demon, when arriving at Central City and reaching the Supreme Castle, Gray had been present during Shane’s clash with Camina’s aura.
Therefore, Gray knew Shane was strong, much stronger than he previously anticipated.
But in Gray’s opinion, Shane was still on the same level as him, and his ability to confront Camina likely came from the empowerment of the Holy Sword.
As a member of the Mitra Kingdom’s royal family, Gray had seen the Holy Sword left by his ancestors and had once tried to inherit it and earn its recognition.
Unfortunately, he failed and did not gain the Holy Sword’s approval.
But Gray had witnessed the power of the Holy Sword, understood its strength, and knew how much one’s abilities would be enhanced if they could wield it.
If he had the Holy Sword, he too would be confident in confronting a demon or two.
Considering Shane is quite young, achieving a legendary level at such an age is already a miracle, but surpassing himself was unlikely.
Among past heroes, there have been geniuses who became legendary at twenty, but none reached limit level at such an age.
Even Mitra became a limit-level powerhouse at thirty and through the insights in the Inner Sanctum eventually transcended.
Therefore, according to Gray, Shane was likely on par with him, or possibly inferior, even if stronger, he wouldn’t be much stronger, only managing to resist the suppression of the demon’s aura with the Holy Sword’s power.
If he uses the Holy Sword, even deploying his Unique Skill might not be enough.
The issue is, Shane hasn’t even drawn the Holy Sword yet, yet he was already able to push him back.
This is not a comforting notion for Gray.
He asked Shane out, not without considering a possible fight with him.
He came up with strategies, and based on his understanding of the Holy Sword, devised methods to limit its power.
In his view, just by sealing Shane’s Holy Sword, relying on his own abilities, contending with Shane, even claiming victory, was a possibility.
But who would have thought Shane could force him back without even drawing the Holy Sword?
Coupled with Shane’s unrestrained, sharp, and venomous taunts, Gray nearly instantly heated up, unleashing all his magic power.
“Buzz!”
Amidst the tremor of the atmosphere, Gray gathered his burning magic power, and with a casual grip, caused the crimson magic light to surge and converge into a completely crimson Magic Sword.
Upon seeing this, Shane raised an eyebrow.
“Magic Sword?”
Indeed.
This is the trump card skill of the melee type — Magic Sword.
However, Gray did not utilize a weapon to execute the Magic Sword skill but rather relied solely on his magic power to condense a Magic Sword entirely formed by magic power.
Shane immediately recognized that this is a technique that can only be accomplished by elevating magic power control to its peak level, and after many years of rigorous training and adjustment.
In Gray’s skill panel, the skill named Magic Manipulation was Level 10, which also indicated this fact.
“Draw your sword.”
Gray held the Magical Sword, pointing at Shane, his expression indifferent.
The sword, entirely condensed by magic power, appeared strikingly crimson solid, looking like a beam of red light, but the terrifying power within it, said to be able to split mountains and seas, was no exaggeration.
After all, Gray’s [Magical Sword] skill is also Level 10, alongside both [One-Handed Sword] and [Two-Handed Sword] skills which are Level 10 as well, in addition to several other Level 10 skills and some Level 8 and 9 skills, forming an extraordinarily glamorous skill set.
Hence, Shane could discern that this former prince of Mitra Kingdom was indeed not a mere nobody, no wonder he could rise as an acknowledged rightful prince by the royal family through side lineage.
However…
“To deal with you, I don’t need to draw my sword.”
Shane shook his head, showing no scorn or disdain, yet the meaning within his words hardly considered Gray as an opponent.
Gray said no more.
The Magical Sword in his hand, during his indifferent demeanor, was fiercely slashed down.
With this slash, heaven and earth changed hues.
“Boom!”
The Magical Sword in Gray’s hand expanded explosively upon being slashed, transforming into a massive Magic Sword, crashing onto the ground, exploding the earth, raising countless debris like a dust storm.
With just this strike, a vast chasm appeared on the ground, terrifyingly immense.
Yet, Shane disappeared at the moment the Magical Sword fell, suddenly reappearing behind Gray.
“…!”
With a sense of awareness, Gray swiftly turned, without hesitation slashing the sword again from his hand with terrifying force, aiming at Shane.
Shane’s expression did not change, instead gently uttering a spell.
“[Grant·Dispel].”
Invisible ripples spread, causing the abruptly expanding descending sword to rapidly dissipate, so when it approached Shane’s head, it was merely a breeze, only tousling Shane’s bangs.
“Bang!”
In this instant, Shane fiercely kicked out, landing on Gray’s chest, sending him flying.
“Ugh!”
Gray merely felt a sharp pain in his chest, causing him to groan, his whole body crashing on the ground, rolling far away before coming to a stop.
“Swoosh!”
At that moment, a gust of wind surged from beside Gray.
Shane, as if not surrendering advantage, instantly reappeared next to Gray, kicking out a foot.
“Bang!”
The dull sound echoed again, causing the gust to expand together.
But this time, Gray blocked it.
At the critical juncture, he actually extended a hand, gathering magic power, forcefully condensed a shield formed by magic power.
It was practically the shield version of [Magical Sword].
[Magical Sword] could actually be used like this?
Even Shane was amazed.
He did not know that this was Gray’s signature move.
After losing the inheritance of the Holy Sword, Gray felt any weapon couldn’t compare to that legendary strongest divine weapon, thus losing interest in any weapon.
During his arrogant and proud years, upon understanding the strength of the Holy Sword, whether from the magic weapon masters of the Dwarf Clan or the kingdom’s most outstanding blacksmith forging the top-level magic weapons, he all looked down.
Hence, he had a sudden whim, using [Magical Sword] skill as the core, aided by [Magic Manipulation] skill, honing a technique to condense magic power into any weapon.
This technique not only requires high-level [Magical Sword] skill and high-level [Magic Manipulation] skill as hard conditions but also demands specialized manipulation methods, considered a self-created special skill.
Thus, even while within the Human Realm, Gray once carved out the title of “Thousand Blade Prince”, renowned amongst the Human Race, a household name as a renowned young talent.
Until Gray met Chafne, since then plunged, deserted his country, decisively entering the Demon Realm, joining the Demon Clan, he was considered a disgrace by the royal family, even the former king imposed a ban, forbidding mentioning this prince in the kingdom, two decades later, all prince’s legends were unknown, forgotten by the world.
He was indeed a genius, though just a step away from Limit Level, in many aspects already unmatched by Limit Level beings.
“Boom!”
At this point, magic power on Gray surged burning, directly forming countless crimson Magic Swords around him, causing the atmosphere to tremble.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
In this instant, Gray felt as though he returned to those days when he traversed the world, transforming the gloom within to dominance, making him grasp Shane’s foot on the Magic Shield, while simultaneously slashing the surrounding Magic Swords at Shane like falling projectiles.
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”…
Instantly, countless Magic Swords fell in succession, crashing onto the ground, arousing endless roaring sounds.
The earth ravaged, continuously crumbling and collapsing.
The scene, resembling the apocalypse’s arrival.