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With a wave of his hand, Velsun cast a teleportation spell. In an instant, he and his companions—Veldora, Reinhart, Zalario, and Karlos—appeared in a vast, empty grassland. The open sky stretched endlessly above them, the wind carrying only the sound of swaying grass.
Velsun's eyes glimmered with anticipation. "I want to test this weapon out. So… Reinhart, wanna have a duel?"
The armguard of Incandescene detached from his wrist, reshaping midair. The weapon shifted fluidly, solidifying into a sword that mirrored Reinhart's own blade in form—yet radiating a heat that made the very air ripple.
Reinhart's lips curved into a sharp smile. "It would be my—and my sword's—pleasure to spar with you, Lord Velsun. After all, it's not every day I get to test my blade against a Genesis-grade weapon."
He unsheathed his own sword, a divine weapon of god-class rank. The blade gleamed brilliantly, humming faintly in his grip. Reinhart blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
'Hmm… so it's true,' he thought. 'Ever since my sword ascended to god-class, it's gained a consciousness of its own. And right now… it's excited—almost eager—to face Lord Velsun's Incandescene.'
The tension in the field thickened as two extraordinary weapons pulsed with power, resonating against each other, like predators acknowledging one another before the clash.
"Come, Reinhart—show me what you've got!" Velsun called out, his voice brimming with excitement as Incandescene pulsed in his hand, the blade glowing like a fragment of the sun itself.
Reinhart smirked, lowering his stance as his god-class sword thrummed with anticipation. "Don't regret those words, my lord. I won't be holding back."
The air around them seemed to crackle as both weapons released their auras—one radiating blinding heat, the other resonating with divine authority.
Veldora whistled from the sidelines, shading his eyes. "Ooooh, this is gonna be good! Haven't felt this much tension in ages."
Zalario crossed his arms, his expression sharp but amused. "Typical of you, Reinhart—always itching for a test of steel. Just try not to get incinerated."
Karlos gave a rare grin, his eyes gleaming with dark curiosity. "Genesis-grade versus god-class… now this is a spectacle worth watching."
The grass swayed violently, as if bowing under the oppressive power radiating from the two combatants.
Then—Velsun shifted his grip, grinning. "Let's begin."
The instant Velsun's words left his mouth, Reinhart exploded forward. His feet tore into the ground, grass and soil scattering in his wake as he closed the distance at blinding speed, his god-class blade raised high.
There was no hesitation, no holding back—his strike came down like a meteor, the sheer force of it splitting the air with a deafening boom.
Velsun's eyes gleamed, Incandescene shifting smoothly in his hand, its glow flaring brighter as if answering his will. With a swift motion, he raised his weapon to meet the blow.
CLAAAAANG!
The collision shook the entire grassland. Shockwaves rippled out violently, flattening the fields around them. The sky itself seemed to rumble under the impact.
From the sidelines, Veldora stumbled back a step, his jaw dropping. "Tch—! That wasn't even magic, just raw force! You two are insane!"
Zalario's sharp eyes narrowed, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "So this is the clash of sunfire and divine steel… I should have expected nothing less."
Karlos chuckled darkly, his body trembling—not with fear, but exhilaration. "Yesss… push each other further. Break those limits, my lord!"
The weapons screeched against each other, sparks flying in a storm of light and heat. Reinhart's muscles bulged as he pressed down harder, while Velsun only grinned wider, the sunlight-like aura of Incandescene surging in response.
"Not bad, Reinhart," Velsun said, his voice calm despite the storm around them. "But if this is your full speed… you'll have to give me more."
Velsun twisted his wrist, deflecting Reinhart's blade with a sharp clang. Before Reinhart could recover, Velsun's leg snapped up in a clean, brutal kick.
Reinhart raised his sword just in time to block, but the sheer force sent him skidding back across the grass, digging trenches in the earth beneath his boots.
Velsun didn't give him a breath. Incandescene shimmered, reshaping instantly into a radiant bow. His fingers drew back the glowing string, arrows of pure sunlight forming in rapid succession.
Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!
Bolts of searing light tore through the air, each one faster than the last, a dazzling storm of golden projectiles raining down on Reinhart.
Reinhart's eyes widened, his instincts screaming. He spun his blade in a blur, divine steel slicing apart arrow after arrow, each clash ringing like bells of war. But the barrage didn't stop—Velsun's pull and release were relentless, the speed almost inhuman.
One arrow slipped through, grazing Reinhart's shoulder in a burst of heat that singed his armor.
"Tch…!" He tightened his grip, his expression sharp.
But Velsun was already pulling another shot, his grin fierce.
Velsun's bowstring thrummed as another flurry of radiant arrows shot forward, each one screaming through the air like falling stars.
"Reinhart, if that's all…" Velsun's voice cut through the storm, sharp and mocking. "I might have to hold back a lot. Incandescene is barely being utilized to its maximum potential."
Reinhart's smirk broke through as he kept slashing, his blade carving through streaks of light, sparks scattering like fireflies. "Now, now, Lord… do you really believe your subordinates to be so weak?"
And in the blink of an eye—he vanished.
The sound of grass tearing echoed behind Velsun. Reinhart's sword came down in a perfect arc from his blind spot, humming with god-tier sharpness.
But Velsun didn't even flinch.
Incandescene rippled, collapsing from a bow into a sleek arm-guard that latched around his left wrist. Velsun twisted just enough— CLANG! The strike crashed against the radiant armor, the impact sending shockwaves rippling across the field, grass flattening in a wide circle around them.
Sparks showered between them, both locking eyes—Reinhart with fierce determination, Velsun with a dangerous grin.
"Too predictable," Velsun muttered, pushing Reinhart back with raw force
Reinhart's feet dug into the grass, propelling him forward at impossible speed, silver cloak billowing behind him. He twisted midair, bringing his god-grade sword in a downward arc that could cleave mountains in half if unleashed fully.
Velsun didn't panic. Incandescene shimmered and stretched, elongating into a sleek, radiant lance, its tip glowing like molten sunlight.
"Mimir, I really need some help… I'm a pure amateur when it comes to weapon usage, and Reinhart… he's in a class of his own," Velsun thought, his mind racing.
"Auto-battle mode on," came Mimir's calm voice inside his mind.
Velsun's body suddenly moved as if possessed, every motion perfectly balanced, every step measured. He dodged Reinhart's strike with a fluid spin, the lance snapping forward to parry and deflect in a single motion. The shockwave from the clash of god-grade and genesis-grade weapons flattened grass and sent ripples through the nearby air, creating a miniature storm.
Reinhart's eyes widened, sensing something new—Velsun was moving with the precision of a master lancer, anticipating every angle.
The battle escalated instantly. Reinhart lunged, swinging in a wide arc meant to break Velsun's guard. Incandescene twisted in Velsun's hands, extending its length and striking Reinhart's sword with blinding force. The impact released a burst of radiant energy, strong enough to send a crater forming beneath their feet.
Reinhart staggered back but recovered instantly, spinning midair and summoning a flurry of magical light shards from his sword's edge—his signature "Silver Gale Strike," each shard capable of obliterating catastrophic-level threats.
Velsun's eyes narrowed. The lance glowed brighter, reacting instinctively. Every strike Reinhart made was countered with elegant, precise sweeps of the glowing weapon. Each collision sent dazzling arcs of light, a spectacle of radiance and force, shaking the very ground beneath them.
Mimir's voice echoed again in his mind: "Focus on flow, lad. Let the weapon and your essence act as one. Predict, adapt, dominate."
Velsun felt a surge of sunfire energy coursing through Incandescene, amplifying his speed, power, and reflexes beyond mortal comprehension. He struck, the lance spinning like a sunbeam, deflecting Reinhart's shards while closing in with unstoppable momentum.
The duel had become more than a spar—it was a battlefield of catastrophic power, each move a dance of light and steel, the kind that would make even True Dragons hesitate if they witnessed it firsthand.
Reinhart's eyes narrowed as he analyzed Velsun's movements. Every shift of stance, every strike of Incandescene—whether lance, sword, or arm-guard—flowed with perfect precision.
"As expected of Lord Velsun… I never saw him use weapons before, but even now, each weapon he wields, he is using it like a master," Reinhart thought, a mix of awe and competitive fire lighting up his eyes.
He adjusted his grip, spinning his god-grade sword with a subtle hum. The edge gleamed, responding to his intent, and with a sudden burst, he launched a flurry of strikes so fast it blurred against the open sky. Each slash was layered with magical force, capable of tearing through stone or shattering lesser defenses.
Velsun, his body still guided by Mimir's auto-battle mode, shifted Incandescene into a whip-like form, sweeping in arcs of radiant light. The weapon's tip collided with Reinhart's sword midair, sending sparks of pure energy scattering in all directions. The clash created a shockwave that flattened the grass beneath their feet and rippled through the air, displacing small clouds and bending the wind itself.
Mimir's voice resonated calmly in Velsun's mind: "Feel the flow, lad. Let your essence meld with the weapon. Your sunfire, your will—they are one."
Velsun adjusted his stance, letting the lance snap forward like a ray of sunlight incarnate, deflecting Reinhart's flurry. Each strike carried weight far beyond the god-grade sword, forcing Reinhart to exert every ounce of skill and strength to maintain his offense.
Reinhart's smirk returned, tinged with respect. "So this is what it's like to face a genesis-grade weapon in the hands of its true wielder… impressive."
The battle intensified, each move faster, sharper, and more destructive, a dance of light, fire, and sheer mastery that made the sky itself feel alive with energy.