The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Star Falls?!" a surprised shout came from the masked lady, and Komer too was taken aback. He hadn’t expected that his rare use of Star Magic would be recognized by someone in the Southern Mediterranean, could this woman be the so-called Saint Lily Klepper? Rumors said her martial arts were unmatched, but it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case; at least her knowledge of magic wasn’t something ordinary people could match.

However, for Kaiserlon, who was hovering in the air, this was utterly useless. Like a waterfall plunging from the sky, laden with the overwhelming mana of magic, it came slashing diagonally towards him. Shocked, Kaiserlon had no choice but to release his incomplete Fighting Qi forcefully. The silvery mist and the azure light screen collided thunderously. Kaiserlon felt as if his entire body had been struck head-on by a hammer, the immense trembling force causing his chest to feel tight. If it were not for the rebound, he would have likely sustained internal injuries, but this made it impossible for him to stand in the air. If not for a streak of Green Sword Qi quietly coming from behind and sweeping under his feet, he feared he would fall into the sea right then and there.

Using the swinging force of that Sword Qi, Kaiserlon executed a masterful sideways flip in the air. At this point, he dared not be reckless anymore; his opponent was at least an Archmage-level powerhouse. To act hastily would only bring him disgrace. If earlier it could be chalked up to underestimating the enemy, making a fool of himself again would surely tarnish his image in Miss Helena’s eyes.

Even Komer had to admit that this guy indeed had some admirable qualities. A spinning flip, even in such a dire situation, allowed him to return to his ship with grace and ease, making the previous moment seem like a trivial interlude. And that Green Sword Qi provided by Saint Helena from behind, was it the legendary Green River Sword Qi?

"Who goes there, declare your name!" As soon as Kaiserlon landed, his Fighting Qi burst forth, immediately elevating it to its highest outward-bound state. The explosive release of Fighting Qi caused his clothes to flutter, and the knight’s sword in his hand held straight and steady, the flickering sword light under the stimulation of the Fighting Qi extended three feet away, the disciple of the Sword Saint clearly had been provoked by Komer’s previous move.

"Hehe, can a Sir Knight simply inquire about our identities at will? If you were a Judicial Officer or part of the coast guard, I would certainly obey your command, but I seem to miss the enforcement insignia on you and your ship, so please forgive my refusal," Komer cheekily retorted, taking this opportunity to gauge the level of this disciple of the Sword Saint. So dominant and arrogant, he did not seem like a blessing for the Southern Mediterranean.

Klepper’s deep gaze lingered on Komer’s face. This guy clearly knew who they were, yet he dared to provoke them so openly. Could he be a man with a purpose? From Corinth or perhaps Patre? Or maybe one of Katrina’s?

"Sir, please do not overstep your bounds. Mr. Kaiserlon is the Chief of the Sparta Royal Knight Guard, and I believe he has the right to check your identity." Even Helena seemed somewhat angered now. Who in the Southern Mediterranean dared to disregard their identities like this?