The 10 Legendary Swords
Arav vs Dyrk

Earlier.

"Are you sure you're going to attack Garlet City? That'll get us to start a conflict with Vinterm ..."

Dyrk is the right-hand man of Avan Ariville and his confidant, who has been serving the middle-aged man since he was 9 years old, and considers him his own biological father.

"This brat named Sanjaya is not only unbelievable, but has killed my followers ..." Avan Ariville snorted in annoyance, a fist formed in his hand and trying to calm down.

"The Lightning Spear Brother was killed?!" Dyrk never expected that even the man he thought was so strong was capable of being killed by someone whose abilities were mysterious.

The Lightning Spear was a hitman who had served Avan Ariville for nearly decades, far longer compared to Dyrk who was his confidant as well.

"From the beginning I've been waiting for all this ... Dyrk, you and your army I order to storm the city of Garlet, until this Duke Sanjaya is truly killed I will never be able to calm down thinking about it ..." Avan Ariville to Dyrk.

Dyrk directly carried out the order, the troops he gathered and the number exceeded 1000 soldiers, for him this amount was enough to conquer a small town like Garlet that was only guarded by 150 ordinary soldiers.

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"Finally you showed yourself, Dyrk ..." Arav instantly recognized the figure of a formidable fighter who stood at the very front of the troop line.

Dyrk unlocked his protective helmet, not intending to hide his identity to his opponent, "So you are the one that Master Avan is referring to? I suggest you just give up instead of regretting it later ..."

"Honestly ... I also suggest the same to you ..."

Both of them glared at each other and looked for information regarding their respective strengths.

Arav's eyes suddenly let out a small light, "Hmph? This guy's ability turned out to be a Destroyer class? No wonder from his appearance that looks a little creepy ..." He muttered while smiling faintly.

Arav had read his abilities, but not for Dyrk who was completely unable to guess Arav's strength made him raise his eyebrows, "Interesting, this guy like you deserves to be called a young genius in Antasia, indeed, doesn't mean I won't finish!"

Dyrk drew his sword, his attack was so agile and his speed in swordplay was no less formidable, one move he let go towards Arav just like that when the young man was still silent before him.

Clare was already on top of the fortress, but what surprised her was Arav's deliberate act of being outside the protection of that sturdy wall, "Has master Arav really gone mad? He will fight against a thousand more soldiers alone?!"

Maskets, Eui, Esmee and the other members of the Nine Roses gathered archers and even armed troops, the most important thing they did was to be alert to the presence of these troops.

On the one hand, Dyrk attack after attack could be easily avoided by Arav which seemed to frustrate his opponent, "Interesting ... The ability to lighten this body where did you learn it from?"

Arav did not answer the question before putting up a fight by releasing a punch right into his opponent's stomach. Dyrk crashed making dozens of soldiers behind him hit.

But the fight could not be said to be over because the man collected some Mana and formed a special energy flowed through his body.

"Which he has at least exceeded my estimate ... I guess he's at level forty? Maybe because this uncle Avan bothers to look after her ..." Arav analyzes his opponent's abilities, and finds something interesting.

"We'll see how you survive this attack ..."

The attack this time was stronger and faster compared to before because the sword used also released a large amount of energy, not necessarily making Arav difficult to overcome it, even he felt able to reverse the situation in a short time.

"Hmm, looks like I should use one of my moves to deal with it ..." Arav raises his hand instantly where it flows and forms a crystal spear.

"Magic power?!"

Dyrk had heard of only talented people capable of using magic, he had never seen firsthand this kind of power for the past dozen years, and what Dyrk saw was magic without neatness.

His soldiers in unison raised full vigilance and intended to stay away at least tens of meters from the location of the fight in order not to become a victim.

Masket and the other members of the Nine Roses were already in a ready-to-fire position, before Arav looked at him.

"One minute, hmmm ... Nope. I mean give me thirty seconds to get over this guy ..."

After speaking Arav immediately threw the spear and created another new spear because the great energy protecting his opponent's body was still there, but made the color fade.

"Master is great ... Looks like I can only watch the fight without helping her ..." Masket muttered softly, it felt like she wanted to be on Arav's side instead of just waiting.

Meanwhile, another new spear this time managed to penetrate the protective energy and then plunge through Dyrk's body, fresh blood flowed rapidly instantly making his troops stunned.

"Araghh! You ... I will not forgive!" Dyrk screamed loudly, while plucking out the spear that stuck in his stomach.

"Indeed the defensive power that the destruction class possesses is stronger than the assassin class ... Maybe I should use more mana to kill him ..." Arav drained more mana and this time a longer spear than before was formed.

But Dyrk was already in front of him close enough that he had enough difficulty to dodge his opponent, Dyrk realized that if the young man was still alive it would make Avan Ariville difficult to achieve his goal, so he decides to die with Arav by making use of the mana left to make an explosion.

The resulting explosion was so large that the soldiers both inside the fort and outside the building were affected as it crashed due to the wind.

"What's going on?!"

"Dryk's commander sacrificed himself?"

For 30 seconds, the wind was still blowing hard but a few seconds after the atmosphere returned to normal to make the soldiers can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Is this the explosion of the fight just now?" Masket looked around, yet to find any signs of Arav's existence yet she could sense the magic around the place.

Clara's outgoing maskets follow her from behind, making sure instantly what she's guessing in her mind will never happen, finding Arav's body not far from the blast site, but the young man seemed to close his eyes.

"Master! Wake up! Please wake up ..."

Many times the girl screamed while putting Arav's body in a sleeping position on her lap, Clara could only calm the girl down, upon the arrival of a middle-aged man with a face full of sympathy.

"Duke Ariville?!" Masket recognized the man.

"Is he okay?" Duke Ariville was worried, he did not understand the intent of Arav preventing him from fighting who was likely to find out that such an event might happen, "He reminded me of someone, he reminded me of someone, I never thought there would be another person killed at this young age ..."

Masket was only speechless, she certainly did because she was unable to hold back her flowing tears, "If only ... If I had been by his side, then none of this would have happened ..." He shed tears, when a touch he could feel from the hand of someone wiping his tears.

"Why are you crying? Hey, don't you guys think I'm dead? ..."

Masket was silent for a moment, trying to digest the situation, while Duke Ariville looked stunned, as Arav opened his eyes after a short nap.

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