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The more battles Roya fought, the more terrifying his growth became.
However, the day that Garr had longed for finally arrived.
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One afternoon, Roya stood directly opposite Gar, the two facing each other as always, and then drew their swords at the same time.
A few days ago, Roya's sword was always a step slower than Gar's, but this time, the wooden sword truly caught up.
The longswords clashed, producing a crisp sound. Roya was in excellent condition; his Immaculate Body allowed him to reach the highest level of affinity with nature.
At this moment, the wind was no longer the wind, but Roja's 'hand', and the soil beneath their feet was no longer soil, but Roja's 'eyes'.
The world was so clear in Roya's eyes at that moment, and everything seemed to slow down.
All the previous accumulation finally came together at this moment, and a sense of enlightenment enveloped Roya's heart.
An idea popped into Roya's mind.
He only needs to draw his sword and swing it as fast as he can, without having to think too much, and the bottleneck will break through on its own.
The wooden sword transformed into a streak of light, and before Roya could even react, the longsword was already in front of Gar.
Gal was slightly surprised. Their longswords clashed, but neither of them intended to fight back. They both stopped at the same time and then greeted each other again.
Roya's movements became increasingly skillful, and that almost intuitive feeling constantly corrected his actions, making the battle even more rigid.
Garr's expression grew increasingly grave.
He found that his rhythm had been disrupted. Although every time Roya made a move, it was blocked by Garg, but just when he wanted to counterattack, the next slash had already been unleashed.
The rhythm had somehow been taken over by Roya.
Garr frowned, his slightly weathered face showing a hint of helplessness.
Chapter 266 Breakthrough to Godhood
"Is this considered an epiphany? No, not really."
Roya was in a similar state to Gar when he was young. Back then, he was young and his mind was filled with the image of the Dragon God. For this, he almost gave up everything and devoted himself to studying the Sword God style.
Garr honed his swordsmanship to an almost demonic degree. He forgot about time, forgot everything, and entered a state of near selflessness. One day, just like Roya, he broke through from Sword King to Sword Emperor in a single day. On that day, Garr, who had become Sword Emperor, challenged his senior brother, who was also a Sword Emperor, and defeated him.
The feeling that Roya gave Gar was just like his younger self.
The battle still continues.
Unlike Roya's previous victory over Gar, Gar clearly felt a strong sense of threat. His keen intuition told him that he could not continue like this and had to finish the battle quickly.
But instead of finishing the fight quickly, Garr continued to parry Roya's sword strikes.
He had already lost once before, and compared to such trivial matters as winning or losing, this time Garr wanted to see if Roya could truly break through his bottleneck and reach the level of a sword god.
At this time, Roya was not in his best condition. Gar was waiting for an opportunity to make his move once Roya reached his peak condition.
Roya was constantly increasing the speed of his sword strikes, and so was Gar.
Two beams of white light shifted and moved, instantly turning this small training ground into a battlefield between the two.
The soil churned and dust billowed.
The pale sunlight streamed down from the horizon, shining on the two of them. The white sunlight had no warmth whatsoever; its only purpose seemed to be to illuminate the world.
The slashes easily cleaved through the air, hurtling towards each other with unstoppable force, but were ultimately blocked by a wooden sword at the crucial moment.
The battle intensified, and the dojo floor was left in a complete mess by the two.
Even the smallest, unintentional actions of the two can cause huge changes in the surrounding environment.
This is not the first time; every time the students who clean the dojo clean up, they sigh and complain for a while.
The wooden swords separated as soon as they touched, and the two adjusted their positions to prepare for their next encounter.
As the battle reached its climax, Roya exhaled deeply, his bright eyes shining even more brilliantly, and his golden pupils involuntarily lit up at this moment.
The autumn wind caressed their faces as the two stood facing each other.
The young man was handsome and dashing, just like a prince from a fairy tale.
Garr met Roya's gaze with his grey eyes. In stark contrast to Roya's demeanor, Garr sighed deeply, his expression a mixture of relief and melancholy.
His era has passed, and a new era has begun.
The new king will become even more powerful; he will bask in glory and enjoy the worship of the people.
He, on the other hand, will decay and grow old in the shadows.
His name may be remembered in history, but the future no longer belongs to him.
At that moment, Garr thought about many things. Old people always subconsciously recall their glorious past, and Garr was no exception.
At that moment, he seemed to see his former self standing there, pointing a wooden sword at his former master.
Gar cleared his mind; this was not the time to be distracted.
"Then let's make my exit a little more graceful," Garr thought to himself.
Roya was in peak condition; aside from not activating Setsuna, he was in his best form.
What Roya lacks now is a powerful remedy: external pressure.
The two distanced themselves and looked at each other.
The swordsmen's tacit understanding allowed them to simultaneously grasp the wooden swords and assume the upper stance.
Step forward with your right foot, step back with your left foot, lower your body, and then gaze intently at each other.
The movements were executed in one smooth motion, with remarkable uniformity.
One face was aged and somewhat ferocious, the other was incredibly handsome and youthful.
The two looked at each other.
The two men rubbed their sword hilts with their right hands, holding their breath and observing whether the other would reveal any weakness.
The pressure between strong individuals is immense, especially in a battle between powerful individuals from a school like the Sword God style. Often, a single, minor mistake can lead to death.
Autumn was in full swing, and the pale sunlight shone on the ground.
The clouds on the horizon turned a pale white, with white and blue colors complementing each other, and autumn leaves drifted to the ground on the autumn wind.
The withered yellow leaves fall, and new green leaves sprout on the tender green branches.
The two figures disappeared at the same time, yet they reappeared at the same time.
The wooden sword transformed into a stream of light, the two sword lights flashing and disappearing in an instant.
This time, there was no sound of wooden swords clashing against each other.
Everything is the same as before; the sky is still the same sky, and the earth is still the same earth.
The only difference is that today there is only one person standing here.
The other person was panting and half-kneeling on the ground.
The person standing there, bathed in sunlight, had glittering golden hair cascading down to their waist.
The person kneeling on the ground looked down at the ground, letting the shadow cover his face.
The wooden sword fell beside him, and his right arm trembled, unable to hold the long sword anymore.
The duel between the two ended here, and the changing of the guard was completed at this moment.
Unlike the last time, which was rushed, this time it is truly real.
The system notification sounded in Luo Ya's ears after a long absence.
[Congratulations, host! Through continuous self-improvement, you have made great strides and successfully broken through to the God-level in the Sword God Style.]
The sounds around him were like heavenly music, which pleased Luo Ya and lifted his spirits.
People's joys and sorrows are not shared; some are happy while others are sad.
Unlike Garr's mixed feelings, Roya felt only joy.
The young man stepped forward, extended his slender hand, and helped the old man up. Roya smiled and said, "Thank you, you've helped me a lot."
Garr glanced at Roya with a complicated expression, then reached out to take the boy's help. Looking at the handsome young man before him, Garr finally smiled. The old sword god patted Roya on the shoulder, the melancholy in his eyes fading away, replaced by ease and appreciation.
Wasn't this situation something I had already anticipated?
Besides, wasn't he depressed for a while not long ago?
I realize I was too concerned about winning or losing.
Garl smirked and said to Roya, "Alright, from now on I'm officially retired."
Luo Ya chuckled and said, "Old man, you're still a long way from retiring. You'll have to keep an eye on the Holy Land of Swords for at least a few more decades."
"You have no respect for elders. I am your elder, after all."
Gal punched Roya on the shoulder, deliberately increasing the force.
Chapter 267 The New Sword God