A Man Like None Other

Though Zelda had yet to fully manifest, the invisible sword intent already solidified the surrounding air, as if time itself had come to a halt.

Teegan’s expression changed drastically. He recognized the significance of the awakened sword spirit all too well. It wasn’t just about amplifying the sword’s power; more crucially, it signified the perfect extension of the sword master’s will-an absolute fusion between the blade and its wielder.

Though Teegan possessed a sword spirit of his own, it felt lacking, devoid of the indescribable charm and presence that Zelda emanated.

“Hmph, so what if you have a spiritual sword? Today, I, Teegan, will cut you down here and now!”

Enraged, Teegan let out a furious roar, his entire being radiating with intense spiritual energy. His sword, strapped to his back, erupted into flames, its power crackling with fury. The blade hummed like a deafening dragon’s roar, its inscriptions flickering with a brilliant light. Waves of overwhelming sword intent surged forth like a tidal wave, reaching toward the skies.

A cold smirk tugged at the corners of Jared’s mouth. Without hesitation, he raised his Dragonslayer Sword, the tip of the blade pointing straight at the vast sky, a challenge to Teegan’s power.

A more powerful surge of sword intent erupted from Jared, crashing fiercely against Teegan’s in mid-air. The collision sent a dazzling explosion of sword light across the sky, painting the heavens in brilliant, shifting colors.

is stronger!” Jared’s voice rang out, resonating amid the blinding glow of the swords.

her form coalescing into being, holding her own long sword. She engaged in a fierce battle with Teegan’s Sword

while the other exuded a fierce, domineering presence. Each clash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the very heavens and earth were

flickered, and the sword intent surged with boundless power. Each flash of

twisted across Teegan’s

once believed that his Ultimate Realm Level Five cultivation and the power of his spiritual sword

intent and the power of his sword spirit

battle raged on, he could feel his sword intent rapidly depleting, while Jared’s seemed inexhaustible. Each strike

time in the Divine Smithing Sect’s sword-cleansing lake, Jared had absorbed countless sword intents, honing his mastery to an unimaginable degree. In

speak. He had once believed his brother would easily avenge him. Yet, what he witnessed now filled him with utter despair. He had never seen a battle so terrifying, nor could he