The Vastness of Magical Destiny

As a dusky halo of light slowly rose around Solonberg, Komer realized that in his fight with Ilot, his opponent had not revealed his true strength at all. Perhaps, the force that the seemingly indolent Dark Knight from Damarlinsk Castle was now displaying was the essence hidden beneath his usually indifferent façade. His splendid Knight’s Sword, as if infected, had the halo extend all the way from the blade to the tip, with a trace of faint green light leaping at the spine of the lifted sword. The fluttering knight’s robe, as the Fighting Qi continued to surge, seemed to float with a strange and elegant grace. At the very moment when the halo reached its zenith, the Knight’s Sword suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments of light and shadow, erupting outwards with unbridled momentum.

The air suddenly became exceedingly chill, and even Komer could feel the space warping and fissuring due to the gathering of elements, a precursor to the materialization of Fighting Qi. Komer knew his guidance had helped them break through a bottleneck and rush towards another higher boundary.

Strictly speaking, Solonberg was not a true Dark Knight. Judging by the grey-green Fighting Qi he demonstrated, it should be categorized as Cold Fighting Energy, a neutral fighting qi with a remarkable resemblance to Ice Magic. Indeed, this Fighting Qi inherently possessed a chilling edge that could inflict a direct, hefty blow while simultaneously casting a frosty influence on the opponent. It’s difficult to assess the superiority of Fighting Qi based on attributes alone as each type can be cultivated to the Sacred and Demonic Warrior Level, just as the path to becoming a Holy Mage is open to every Mage, depending only on reaching the ultimate point. The purple and black ring spiraling around Solonberg’s body indisputably indicated that his protective spells stemmed from Dark Magic, with its special attributes determining a knight’s true nature.

This was Komer’s first time witnessing such a thorough display of Fighting Qi. A howling sound suddenly erupted, like a sudden downpour brought by the eye of a storm, colliding against the black figure soaring against the wind.

Vladimir Koff watched with cold eyes as his opponent’s aura intensified. Being old rivals, of course, Vladimir Koff was well aware of Solonberg’s capabilities, as clear about them as Solonberg was about his own. Yet, he was still taken aback by the substantial and astonishing enhancement of Solonberg’s abilities in just one month. Judging from the condensation of the halo, Vladimir Koff could ascertain that his opponent had crossed from the third to the fourth stage of the Martial Arts Hierarchy. One month ago, Vladimir Koff clearly remembered Solonberg was still lost within the third stage. Could that man standing aside, watching with excited eyes as if he were watching a circus, really possess such awe-inspiring insight?

Vladimir Koff did not want to admit it, but the nagging voice in his heart had long since confirmed the truth. If not for the guidance of that seemingly clueless Lord in his Dark Fighting Qi, his own would still be struggling within the third stage. A strong mentor’s guidance can be crucial for cultivators searching for a way out of a labyrinth; while daily practice is fundamental, taking the correct path can save warriors countless hours, especially true after entering the Martial Arts Realm. His opponent’s strength enhancement also evidenced this; the seemingly harmless Lord sitting nearby was indeed the true master and mighty warrior. However, the Lord’s peculiar behavior was indeed puzzling.

The gusts stinging Vladimir Koff’s cheeks felt as sharp as tangible blades of wind against the flesh of an ordinary person, which would have left them riddled with wounds. Yet, this was not enough to alarm Vladimir Koff; it was the lurking darkness amidst the faint light that demanded his full attention.