Veil of Destiny

Chapter 28 The Fleeting Years

The burly man cleaved through the Flame Stream with a single sword stroke and burst into haughty laughter, "Even with a mere broken sword, I can cut through your so-called legendary blade! Let this be a lesson to you youngsters. Next time you try to scare someone with such junk, make sure to avoid me, 'Mad Lion' Farrell!"

Farrell wasn't finished yet. He shouted, "Let me show you that this isn't some famous enchanted sword!" With that, he pinched the tip of the blade between his fingers and snapped off a piece with a loud clang.

The nobles and dignitaries who hadn't yet left the hall began to murmur amongst themselves, casting doubtful glances at the defeated nobles.

Dorian and his group were speechless. Farrell's deep reservoir of Battle Energy and his formidable martial skills were evident in his ability to snap a steel sword barehanded. They all realized that it was his Battle Energy infused into the steel sword that had allowed him to cut through the Flame Stream. In a pure contest of swords, the Flame Stream would have outmatched the steel sword by far. Tristan lightly flicked his robe, extinguishing the flames on the carpet with a wave of cold air, and remained silent. Grayson sighed and said, "I can't defeat him."

In a life-or-death battle, they wouldn't have been so troubled. Farrell was hot-tempered and simple-minded. Despite his martial prowess, he wasn't hard to deal with. The group of scoundrels had often triumphed against stronger opponents by relying on their numbers and their ruthless tactics. Vivienne, Snow Fox Hart, Ian, and others had all fallen victim to their underhanded methods. Though Dorian had glimpsed the fundamental laws of the world and his power had greatly increased, he knew he could never give up these despicable tactics.

The challenge now was to face Farrell in a fair and square fight without any tricks. If they couldn't subdue him, War God's Hammer's business would be finished.

Dorian gritted his teeth, picked up the fallen Flame Stream, and softly chanted a spell. A halo of light rose from his feet and disappeared above his head, casting the familiar "Strength of the Bull" spell. Dorian's mind sank into his mental world, feeling the surrounding magical energy converge and combine in peculiar patterns around him. The energy formed tiny points of light that entered his body, stimulating his nerves and strengthening his muscles, gradually enhancing his power. Dorian became immersed in this magical world, his mental energy chasing each bit of magical energy, exploring their patterns.

Farrell continued to boast loudly, even David was getting annoyed. He let out a cold snort, and Farrell fell silent immediately.

Dorian's mental energy expanded again, his mind flashing with images of the Mirage Axe and Sophia's scythe. His mental energy extended into the Flame Stream, resonating with the sealed fire magic within it.

Dorian pointed the broken blade at Farrell and said calmly, "Breaking your own sword proves nothing. Let's see if War God's Hammer's blade is truly worthless."

Farrell scrutinized Dorian and spat, "So, you're a mage-warrior. All the more reason you're no match for me! If it weren't for our captain's orders not to harm anyone, I'd have sliced you, the meatball, in half along with your blade!"

Dorian's face flushed. He was a bit chubby, sure, but 'meatball' was taking it too far.

Without another word, Dorian pointed the broken blade at Farrell and began to breathe deeply. The red glow on the Flame Stream pulsed in time with his breaths.

Farrell roared, his entire body surging with Battle Energy, forming a two-inch-thick layer of light around him. His steel sword also shone with a blinding blue light. With another roar, he slashed at the Flame Stream.

Dorian's eyes snapped open, his pupils now a silvery hue. The Flame Stream met Farrell's strike with blinding speed, appearing to onlookers as a mere streak of red light.