Chapter 1649 - 124: Vows_4

Either the Regent King still has some cards up his sleeve, or... he’s truly a madman obsessed with duels.

Holt couldn’t understand this man, but that didn’t prevent their swords from crossing.

A deadly sword fight was imminent, each clash between blades struck like explosive thunder, shaking the air around them. Every swing of their blades resembled monstrous waves amidst a storm, unleashing a storm of sword Qi.

As the storm progressed, they pursued each other, moving the battlefield from the outskirts to beneath the high walls of the Royal City. With one strike, Holt knocked down a section of the wall, and from the ruins, the Regent King rose again, flipping the Mirror Realm that swallowed both of them.

Moments later, their figures appeared on the other side of the wall, both carrying injuries, with heat rising and scorching white steam emanating.

Disappearing, appearing, and disappearing again.

Their duel traversed the Material Realm and the Mirror Realm, weaving a brutal and intense image. The Sword Momentum flowed like water, alternating speed and slowness, attack and defense, akin to playing a deadly symphony.

Holt gradually forgot the surrounding matters; in his eyes, only the irritating grin of the Regent King remained. Likewise, the Regent King fixed his gaze on Holt, never shifting from the sword tip.

The blade traced arcs like meteors in the night sky, dazzling and fatal. Each clash ignited sparks everywhere, while amidst these sparks, their figures moved swiftly, appearing and disappearing like phantoms.

Many had already noticed their duel; the intense Ether reaction between two Seekers of Glory was impossible to ignore. But noticing was futile, as no one could intervene in the duel of Seekers of Glory. They could only watch from afar, hoping one would fall eternally.

Finally, amidst this tireless duel and another flip of the Mirror Realm, like a break at halftime, their figures appeared, yet didn’t clash again.

Holt leaned on his sword, clutching his abdomen, standing there panting, while his body bore several bloody holes, almost drained of blood, leaving only pure Ether squirming beneath the wounds.

Fatigue and pain lingered around Holt’s mind, with most of his Ether consumed. Under continuous heavy blows, even the Alchemy Matrix showed some cracks.

Since ascending to Seeker of Glory, it was Holt’s first time being this disheveled, but similarly, his opponent was also having a hard time.

The Regent King lay completely on the ground, his flesh a bloody mess. A fatal wound crossed his shoulder, almost severing half of his body, with internal organs spilled everywhere.

Such severe injuries were tough even for a Seeker of Glory, but the Regent King was an Undead. After a brief deathly stillness, his flesh started moving autonomously, sticking together, patching up, until pale skin enveloped them.

The sunken chest rose again, the Regent King suddenly opened his eyes, painfully coughing up clotted blood, easing the suffocating feeling in his throat.

He stroked his body, looking at Holt leaning on his sword with surprise and joy.

"Was I dead just now?"

The Regent King’s consciousness experienced a brief interruption, that darkness signaled his self-death.

"No wonder you’re the youngest Seeker of Glory under the Order Bureau; you actually managed to kill me once."

The Regent King stood up, stroking his throat, feeling the subtle rough protrusion where the newly healed scars were on his smooth chin.

Holt ignored the Regent King’s words; as the Regent King self-healed, Holt’s own injuries were also healing through Ether.

Logically, as the youngest Seeker of Glory, Holt should surpass all Seekers of Glory with the advantage of the Alchemy Matrix, but it’s merely Holt’s only edge.

The Regent King was not only an Undead, but also possessed the Devil’s Protection. Initially, Holt had the upper hand, but as the fight continued, they gradually became evenly matched.

If this entanglement continued, Holt would be drained of all Ether by the Regent King bit by bit, until his throat was slit by the Shadow Blade.

Holt muttered, "These Undead are really troublesome."

Undead, damned Undead, these unkillable things are like a pile of meat you can’t chop into pieces, no matter how many times you knock them down, they rise again, silently mocking you.

Holt was somewhat fed up, couldn’t help but complain, "So, the duel with the Undead is a joke, what does your oath of fairness even mean?"

"Oath? Fairness?" The Regent King wondered, then chuckled, "Don’t tell me you think my Protective oath is about so-called fair duels?"

"Then what?"

Holt plunged the Secret Sword into the ground at his feet, "During your duel with Bologue earlier, you obviously had the ability to kill him but talked about fairness, and... and during the fight in the Abandoned Land, when I was the Defender, you also had the ability to kill me."

After saying all this, Holt felt even more exhausted. This moment truly felt like halftime, neither he nor the Regent King made a move, in this rare peace, Holt looked afar.

The storm flickered with the might of Seekers of Glory, while Fuen fought on fiercely, unaware that the Song of Wind Fall he was steering had completely destroyed a corner of the Royal City. High walls collapsed, leaving ruins everywhere. At this rate, the entire Royal City will be engulfed.