Chapter 19: Lord? This... this is already a loss?! |
Upon hearing Jonas’s words, Holdo was stunned for a moment.
Then he shook his head and suddenly burst into laughter.
“Good...
Good, good, good!!!”
How much worry had he endured for his son?
He had even trained his own daughter.
Now that his son possessed such talent, it was simply amazing!
Even the top geniuses in the Empire were only Black Iron-rank at Jonas’s age.
Yet Jonas had reached Black Iron-rank within just a few years—his talent was far superior to those geniuses!
After donning the armor,
Holdo gripped his sword tightly with both hands, looking directly at Jonas before him.
“Use all your strength. Let’s have a man-to-man fight!
I want to see what kind of power you have now.”
...
Jonas also held his sword and smiled as he said,
“Father, I’m afraid you won’t be satisfied.”
“What did you say?”
“Father, you might not be as strong as you think.”
The next moment, Jonas’s foot stomped, and he raised his sword. Countless gusts of air surged along the sharp blade, carrying strands of razor-sharp sword energy.
Then his entire aura surged forth as he charged fiercely toward Holdo.
Ripping—
Cracks appeared across the surface of the arena.
...
Seeing this aura, Ashur, who was watching intently below, widened his eyes.
This... this was his Whirlwind Slash!
No!
This was an even more terrifying Whirlwind Slash!
When he wielded his sword, he rode the wind.
But Jonas mixed terrifying sword energy into the wind, creating an unstoppable Wind Breaking momentum.
This was a higher level of the Whirlwind Slash—the Wind Breaking stage!
This... how was this possible!
The Whirlwind Slash was a sword technique he himself had created.
Now... someone had comprehended it even better than him?
This was simply outrageous!
Watching Jonas’s Wind Breaking intent,
Ashur gradually became fascinated, even gaining some insight.
...
Such an offensive made Slynda involuntarily step back a little.
She couldn’t help but say aloud,
“Is that the Whirlwind Slash?
How is that possible?!”
It was her first time seeing such a powerful Whirlwind Slash.
Even Ashur had never used the Whirlwind Slash at this level.
This was completely beyond what she could defend against.
No wonder this Albino said he was a hundred times weaker than Jonas at that time.
Slynda clenched her teeth.
How could Jonas become so powerful?
...
Faced with Jonas’s onslaught, although Holdo was shocked, he shouted loudly as his aura abruptly changed.
The sword in his hand seemed to come alive, carrying a magnificent force as he slashed fiercely at Jonas.
Jonas dodged by stepping aside, moving with the wind, but his movements were hard to predict.
Whirlwind Slash—Wind Riding.
The next moment, Jonas’s sword attacks came like a storm of wind and rain.
Holdo blocked with his sword but immediately fell into a passive state.
Bang, crack, crack—
He gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, sweat beads appearing densely on his forehead.
Something was wrong!
How could this kid be so powerful?
And judging by how relaxed he looked, was he not even using his full strength?!
...
Everyone below held their breath involuntarily.
Is this really Jonas?
How could he suppress Lord Holdo like this?
How was this so terrifying?!
...
Watching the fierce sword energy on the stage, Ashur was amazed and couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s over.”
The Whirlwind Slash relied on momentum.
With Jonas gaining momentum like this, Holdo was already unable to resist.
The next moment,
A sharp sword energy surged into the sky, instantly shattering Holdo’s attack.
The iron sword in his hand was knocked flying.
Holdo’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
The wild gusts of wind whipped at Holdo’s clothes.
The next moment, the iron sword came down, and Holdo instinctively closed his eyes.
Ripping—
Jonas’s iron sword cut through the air, stopping just before Holdo’s neck.
The scene seemed frozen at this moment.
The arena fell silent; everyone was stunned by this sight.
“Huh?
Lord?
This... this is already a loss?!”
...
Pointing his sharp sword forward, Jonas smiled and said, “Father, you lost. You must accept the bet.”