Chapter 18: Young Master Jonas Is a Black Iron-rank Swordsman?! |
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"You want to challenge me?"
Holdo stared at Jonas in front of him with a face full of disbelief.
Jonas, who used to not even dare to look him in the eye, was openly issuing a challenge to him?
What a joke!
How could Jonas's personality have changed so drastically after all these years of being left to his own devices?
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Asher standing beside also widened his eyes. Jonas really dared to challenge Holdo?
Wasn't he just asking for a beating?
He had long reached the Black Iron-rank swordsman.
Black Iron-rank warriors could initially unleash their energy bursts.
For swordsmen, that energy burst was sword energy.
Their combat power increased exponentially.
On the battlefield, Holdo could easily slice through thick shields with his sword energy.
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Slynda had also stepped down from the arena.
She looked at Jonas in front of her with a complicated expression.
With her personality, if she had heard Jonas say something like this before, she would have burst out laughing and mercilessly mocked him.
After all, Jonas's previous incompetence was well known.
But having just been defeated by an Albino under Jonas's command, she no longer had the face to say such things.
Besides, seeing how Jonas looked, he didn't seem like someone who would do something foolish.
Could it be?
She had a chance to defeat their father?
But after thinking carefully,
How was that possible?
Everyone knew how strong their father was, and Jonas truly had no swordsmanship before. Even if he was a genius, a few years were not enough to surpass their father.
This was simply self-humiliation!
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Everyone present heard Jonas say he wanted to challenge Holdo for the Albino's sake and burst out laughing one after another.
"Jonas is challenging who? Lord Holdo? Haha~"
"Does he think because the Albino under him can defeat the young lady, he can do it too?"
"Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
"And all for an Albino, how ridiculous!"
"How dare he?"
"Is this his way of proving he's determined to accept Albinos as retainers?"
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Olivia, standing behind Jonas, nervously tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Master..."
Jonas did not turn back but reached out to squeeze Olivia's hand and said, "Don't worry, I promised you'd stay."
Hearing this, the disappointment that had darkened Olivia's eyes was replaced by a warm current flooding her heart.
Yes, why should she be disappointed?
The young master was her master; she was not a slave of the Regin Family.
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Holdo looked at Jonas in front of him, shook his head, and said, "Are you joking with me?"
"I'm not."
"No, haha.
Once we step into the duel arena, I treat everyone equally.
Jonas, don't think that just because you're my son, I'll go easy on you."
Jonas looked straight into his father's eyes and said, "No need for that. I'm actually more worried that, as the strongest here, it would be embarrassing for you to lose to an 'incompetent' son."
"Haha..."
Holdo laughed as if hearing a joke.
It seemed he really had to teach this son, who didn't know his place, a lesson.
He wanted to see how much Jonas had transformed these years.
He even dared to openly shout at him.
Jonas: "So, father, you accept this wager?"
"To be honest, compared to your previous cowardly, incompetent self, you look much better now!
You even have the courage to challenge me. How could I refuse such a wager?
If you win, she stays.
If you lose, she becomes a slave, and you go to the front lines with me!"
Jonas: "Fine!"
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Jonas put on his armor and was about to step onto the stage.
But he found Holdo was already waiting on the stage early.
Jonas said, "Father, you're not wearing armor?"
"If I have to wear armor just to deal with you, then I don't deserve to be called the strongest here."
"Father, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
"Hurt? I haven't been injured on such battlefields before. How could I get hurt dealing with a mere kid like you?"
Hearing this, Jonas said nothing.
Holding his iron sword, at the start,
He stepped forward and swung his sword toward Holdo.
"Father, catch this."
"I'm going to catch—"
Before Holdo could finish, Jonas's simple sword strike came like a thunderbolt.
His eyes suddenly shrank sharply.
No!
The speed and power of this strike far exceeded what Holdo expected.
He hastily dodged to the side and raised his sword to block, but the terrifying force was like a tidal wave, pushing Holdo backward continuously.
Tear—
The sword energy grazed his clothes, instantly slicing them.
"What?"
After blocking this strike, Holdo took a few more steps back.
His eyes widened as he stared at Jonas.
"Energy burst? Sword energy?
Impossible!
You... you are a Black Iron-rank swordsman?!"
So shocked, the usually confident Holdo stammered a little.
He didn't even care about the torn edge of his clothes.
He knew Jonas might have grown stronger these years and had the courage to challenge him, but he never expected Jonas to be this strong.
Huh?
Was this the incompetent son he had long given up on?
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Asher was stunned too.
Jonas was Black Iron-rank?
How could that be?
Moreover, the sword energy he unleashed was even stronger than Asher's!
Looking into Jonas's eyes, he thought the opponent wouldn't be weak, but he really did not expect such strength.
Slynda beside him opened her mouth but said nothing.
The brother she always mocked and bullied was a Black Iron-rank swordsman?!
She knew exactly what that meant!
He could effortlessly kill her with one sword!
Only a few years!
What... what had he gone through to become like this?
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After that strike, the arena fell instantly silent.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
If the Albino could defeat the young lady, then Jonas forcing the lord to retreat with one sword strike and even cutting the lord's clothes was even harder to believe.
Many rubbed their eyes.
"Is this fake?"
"Huh?"
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Looking at the surrounding scene and hearing his father's words,
Jonas casually twirled his sword with a smile and said, "Why can't I be a Black Iron-rank swordsman?
So father, better put on your armor!"
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