The 10 Legendary Swords
The Fate of Avan Ariville

Arav hates when someone intentionally betrays him, his past experiences now make him realize it would be pointless for him to keep his enemy alive.

"Uncle ... At least you're not gonna give up without a fight, are you?" Arav drew his sword.

Avan Ariville also did not stay still and pulled the sword from its sheath, "At least your ability is not too bad ... Let's see how strong your abilities are ..."

Arav welcomed attack after attack by Avan who focused on being able to cut his neck, they exchanged attacks a dozen times with a draw for a while.

"The Sword of the Spirit ..."

Arav takes out this heirloom weapon once Avan uses his best swordsmanship, Arav's sword while swinging emits a whitish glow, while his opponent's sword gives off a blackish glow but the two moves released are both agile and powerful. This time it was not a draw but a dominating force.

Avan crashed a few meters from his place, the resulting explosion from exchanging moves of this magnitude was able to make him retreat a few steps, while Arav did not look budged.

"You ... How's it possible?"

Before Avan Ariville knew of the situation, the sword Arav had drawn was in fact directed towards her but stopped moving as someone screamed out loud.

"Stop! Duke Sanjaya ..."

Arav looked back when he heard a voice of someone calling him, "You ..."

"Master is fine?" On his right arm was already Clare who instantly clung to and embraced him, "At least we came probably just in time by passing the fastest path to this city ..."

Avan Ariville felt his condition was extremely unfavorable, also undoing the intention to summon his other soldiers as most of them had already fallen. after all, he had always betrayed Duke Ariville and his biggest mistake was to stage a large-scale rebellion.

"Duke Ariville ... Why did you stop me from killing him ..." Ask Arav who's getting more astonished.

Although Avan was his enemy, the Duke of Ariville thought that his brother should get punishment other than death, or if necessary Avan should be responsible for his conversation, this time Arav has not been able to say anything more about this, which certainly still has not forgiven his actions.

"I heard you have no grudge against the Avan brothers, why have you acted so far only for the sake of Ariville? Wouldn't it be no good for Vinterm if this man was killed?" Duke Ariville's tone sounded like it wanted to prevent Arav's intentions.

"That's ..." Arav scratches his non-itchy head and begins to turn his brain, he is confused if he should explain where he is from.

On the other hand Avan Ariville felt this condition was useful for him, in addition to the actions of Duke Ariville who in fact buy time he can recover his strength, might have time to attack suddenly if there was a chance, he said, so he thought but Arav first knew of this intention.

"You think you can try to kill me again?"

Almost because of a small bullet that glided at high speed Avan Ariville's life was almost lost because of it. Duke Ariville was just as surprised to see and hear a sentence he did not want to hear at all.

If this man had known that his son was still alive and realized the real culprit of the murder, it was likely that Duke Ariville would have avenged such as killing the culprit.

"Duke ... What do you mean by attempted murder?"

"He is the devil! A demon!" Avan Ariville exclaimed loudly and took out an object from inside his robe, "You think you can scare me with that weapon! You're wrong!"

Cracks were already the mask that covered Arav's face after a gun spewed a bullet at him, the mask that covered his face was now smashed to pieces after a few seconds later, after which, a gun spewed a bullet at him, some of the mask fragments fell to the ground and some were still stuck in Arav's face.

Duke Ariville was silent for a moment, indeed he found a slight resemblance of his son from this Youth beside him since meeting for the first time, but he never expected to see a face that was not unfamiliar to him.

"Tu ... Mr ... You ..." Clare said disjointedly as she saw blood flowing from Arav's face and covered his mouth with both hands.

Avan Ariville grinned so widely, who would have expected that there would be a second chance to kill someone he should have killed in the first place.

"This is because you dared to fight me! At least I still have a few bullets in this gun to shoot a few times."

He still didn't feel that Arav was dead from the gunfire that targeted that part of the head, so Avan decided to shoot him a few more times.

"You can't hurt him!"

Avan frowned, Masket suddenly appeared while pointing the rifle at him without hesitation before pulling the trigger.

The resulting shot is very accurate about the gun is now crashed following with his body not long after receiving a powerful kick.

"You ... How can?!" Avan pointed at Arav with glaring eyes.

Arav touched his forehead which felt slightly flushed, "Good shot uncle. But it's a pity that this mask is one of those protective objects that I happen to use in anticipation of this kind of thing..."

If it wasn't for the durability and thickness of the iron that was able to withstand the grain of that marble-shaped bullet, it would have been, it is certain that Arav will die within seconds or at least experience serious bleeding with a small chance of survival.

CRUST!

The mask that had been stuck on Arav's face slightly cracked, fragments began to appear on this mask not long after the object covering part of his face fell to the ground.

"You-" Before Avan Ariville could understand the situation, the sword in Arav's hand had already pierced through to his heart in less than a second.

Fresh blood flowed profusely, Avan Ariville finally breathed his last, a figure who lately often talked about because the intelligent strategy in controlling parts of Ariville, must face destiny in his last fight.

"At least this time I can avenge this ..." Arav slowly felt his gaze faintly, his body feeling rather heavy.

The Duke of Ariville who saw a figure resembling someone he knew then stuck in his place, but his heart asked him to catch Arav's body that was about to fall to the ground, but it's too late because someone did it first.

"Mr ... Thank goodness you survived ..." Masket hugged Arav's body tightly which felt increasingly heavy, "Anyway you should be careful from now on and take care of yourself as best you can ..." Maskets grumbled, obviously out of concern.

"Good work ... If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to defeat him alone ..." Arav smiled faintly not even realizing on Masket's cheeks there was an increasingly obvious red color at the moment, "At least I've already avenged the owner of this body ... I'm sure he's calm in another realm by now ..." Inner Arav as his eyes slowly began to close.