The 10 Legendary Swords
The Immortal Spirit Sword

Typhoon Storm looked up, this time he was surprised by the attitude of attacking Arav which changed drastically since using objects that he believed to be heirloom weapons.

"This Spirit Sword doesn't seem bad ..."

Arav unsheathed his sword, judging from its form that was so eye-catching he felt that the ability of this sword also far exceeded his expectations.

The Eternal Spirit Sword was an heirloom item, including one of the 10 best heirloom weapon legends in Antasia. Alice is the owner of this sword and never once thought of giving it to strangers, including Arav. But Melida who asked him to make this girl can not do much.

As long as the user is a person who has enough mana and spirit energy, Arav is confident he is capable of using it given the amount of energy he possesses might be enough to fight at the moment.

"Young people ... At least you have an heirloom weapon no less formidable than the one I currently have ... Looks like I'm facing a tough opponent." Typhoon Storm let out a long sigh and focused his entire mind to think about his next move.

To the knowledge that the Sword Spirit had a time limit of its use, spirit energy possessed only a few people in Antasia. This energy is obtained from someone who has finished off his opponent, the spirit that left his old body will leave the energy in the form of small sparks. In Antasia, this is what spirit energy means. The storm typhoon believes the young man before him is bound to a contract with someone who shares his spiritual energy with him in large quantities.

Typhoon Storm finally decided to fight even longer with Arav, but Arav could already guess the contents of this man's mind and directly attacked him.

"The Sword of the Spirit ..."

"Wind of Hits ..."

The two exchanged moves dozens of times, Arav relentlessly attacked while Typhoon Storm was intent on the same but his steps were stopped by Sword Spirit while trying to create distance.

"At least there's no remorse in me for being killed by a martial artist like you ..."

At first glance Arav's eyes focused on directing his sword to penetrate his opponent's body, Typhoon Storm received the puncture of the heirloom weapon which though unavoidable because his mana was drained out.

"It looks like he's dead ... Is ..."

Arav shook his head looking at Masket, "He did this not for personal gain, but someone had told him to come all the way from the capital just to kill me ..."

Before Typhoon Storm breathed its last breath, he gave his heirloom weapon to Arav so that he kept it well so as not to fall into the wrong hands.

"He can at least still escape the fight, why choose to fight until the end ..." Inner Arav then brushed aside the question and focused on his current big goal.

Not long after, Arav decided to go directly to the city of Arnet through the path they usually take during this trip.

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"Looks like we came a little late ..."

Arav looked around, seeing hundreds of soldiers preoccupied with the battlefield they were facing, as usual he wore a mask before acting.

"Basketgrey ... Hurry up and call the other members of the Nine Roses ..." Arav's word is firm then finds Masket running away from him.

The more Arav advanced near the front lines, the more people were about to attack him. Arav did not get into trouble when facing a Piercing-class warrior or any other class, the problem was that all of this was too easy for him.

"It seems like their power is weakening ... And the castle is already under siege at this time ..."

The fortress in front of him was already entered by about a hundred troops and moved to repel the opposing forces at this time. Before Arav found any signs of Maya's appearance, he was already startled by the appearance of someone from the front who released a killing intent towards him.

Avan Ariville was so surprised by the sight, Arav was too. Avan Ariville thought this young man had been killed by Typhoon Storm, as well as Arav who thought the current man in front of him should have been killed since then.

"You looking for them?" Avan pointed in one direction, with Maya and Viscount Ariville lying on the ground.

Arav clearly frowned with this pengandngan, lucky he could still feel Maya still breathing even though her condition was not good.

"Tu ... An ..." Maya called out to him in a slow tone.

"Ahh, looks like she needs your help ... But baby, you're going first to another realm ..." Avan unleashed a killing intent, but this time it was more concentrated and powerful towards Arav hoping that the young man trembled.

In fact, it is not as easy as he imagined, precisely Arav showed an expressionless face and only put on a flat face afterwards.

"You're done? Can we start?" Arav asked with a small laugh.

Never imagined by Avan Ariville when knowing even the eve of killing him was not able to make his opponent this undaunted, this time he was a little sure of the reason Arav was in front of him for successfully killing one of the 10 martial arts experts in Antasia.

Avan Ariville called soldiers, they numbered dozens of people are loyal bodyguards and the most elite he has is in the middle class, coming from various countries whose abilities certainly need not be doubted.

The reason he did all of this was none other than to ascertain the truth about the Stormy Typhoon, those twenty might not be a match for Arav since it was indeed a number.

"Group of Shooters and Destroyers at level 30? Where'd uncle get this much resources?" Arav smiled faintly and pulled out his sword.

Before this group of troops advanced to attack, Arav had already swung his sword and slashed at least 3 people simultaneously in a breath.

"Crystal Spear ..."

His opponent's mind was distracted and his concentration was broken because instead of facing a sword in Arav's hand they were preoccupied with spears pointing at his head.

One by one these soldiers fell and did not take much time Arav had already reduced the number of these troops to 5.

"What are you guys doing?! Against just one person you can't?! Attack him together!" Avan Ariville exclaimed loudly, almost made too surprised by Arav's actions that made him have to grab his own hair.

The agile movements of these last 5 remaining troops were more nimble than ever, making Arav have to dodge any attacks unleashed by them.

"Is this all your ability ..."

Arav brushes aside and turns things around when one of the soldiers makes a mistake that leads to his life flying.

"You ... What-" His partner stopped moving, once turning his head down he found his body pierced by his opponent's sword.

One by one Arav snuffed out the rest of the group and crushed Avan Ariville's last hope of achieving victory, in fact, an army as strong as this was unable to face Arav, even this young man still had not taken out his flagship weapon like the Sword Spirit.

"I hope you understand uncle ... You should have realized from the beginning your mistake of killing me and dumped my body in the woods ..."

Arav recalled through the old memory of the owner of this body every time at dinner when he was invited by Avan Ariville to a banquet, unexpectedly instead serving him a dish mixed with poison.

"You ... How'd you know?!" Obviously Avan was surprised by this statement.