Advent of the Three Calamities

Chapter 359: Final Contestants [1]

How could he...?!

The moment blood started to leak out from Aoife\'s mouth, he pressed his foot forward, the stars within his eyes disappearing. His figure blurred forward, and in less than a second he appeared before Aoife.

"........!"

Her expression changed, hastily flicking her hand and forcing Leon\'s body to come to a halt.

Normally, she would\'ve directed the sword in Leon\'s direction to produce some distance between the two of them, but it was clear that she was not in the right state to do so as her expression twitched and she stomped her foot down, pressing forward.

Leon remained calm under Aoife\'s approach.

\'Short range, good...\'

This was his domain.

The stars in his eyes faded, making his eyes completely void.

Power surged through him as if he were at the center of the universe. Raising his fist, he punched down.

Xiuuuu-

The air exploded with a thunderous roar as his fist cut through it, a vivid crimson shade enveloping his hand like a fallen star igniting the night sky.

The intense energy radiated outward, painting the scene in a fiery hue and leaving a trail of pulsating light in its wake.

"Ah."

It was a sight that left the audience breathless.

Aoife\'s eyes constricted at the sight presented before her as she stopped, taking in the situation before gritting her teeth. Her eyes changed, turning blue as water crept up from the cracks beneath the stage and forming a bubble around it.

Her actions were quick, and by the time Leon\'s fist came down, the bubble had already formed.

Booom!

A terrifying explosion ensued the moment Leon\'s fist came into contact with the bubble, shattering it into millions of pieces.

"Ha!"

"Oh no!"

Many shouted at the sight, worried that something wrong had happened, but by the time the situation settled, Aoife was nowhere near in sight.

Leon\'s expression turned serious as he looked around.

Where is she...? Where did she go?

Wiggle~

"....!"

Leon\'s head flicked to the right where he saw one of the numerous puddles that formed as a result of the attack wiggle. He didn\'t hesitate to draw up his sword and slashed in its direction.

Swoosh!

The puddle remained intact.

Wiggle~

And then...

Every single puddle wiggled before moving around and slowly combining, forming the

outline of an aqueous figure that appeared to be Aoife.

At first glance, she looked relatively unharmed, but...

"Cough! Cough...!"

She started coughing shortly after forming.

"Ukh!"

Pressing her chest, she stumbled back several steps as her face grew pale.

"Cough...!?"

"...."

Leon watched all of this in silence before closing his eyes.

\'Looks like it\'s over.\'

He could feel it. She was on her last leg. This was a last struggle. A struggle that demanded him to finish.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath, Leon raised his sword before him as his back straightened and his legs pressed together. One hand behind his back, the sword\'s body touched the tip of his nose as he looked ahead with indifference.

\'...I still need Julien to tell me how he figured out the steps, but let\'s try it.\'

His eyes closed and opened right after.

The world grew quiet.

"Cough!"

As if sensing the changes in her surroundings, Aoife turned around, meeting Leon\'s eyes as

her body froze.

"N-no."

Her eyes started to fluctuate, but there was no resisting.

Leon nodded calmly, and the eyes fluctuated once more. This time, he could see a change

occur as confusion appeared within the gaze.

"W-what? Where..."

The real Aoife was starting to come back.

Leon smiled and pressed his foot forward. Then, lowering the sword forward and pointing it

at Aoife, he mumbled inside of his mind,

\'First movement of the forgotten art; Unseeing Stab.\'

He stabbed one inch forward.

Just one inch...

But that was enough as Aoife\'s entire body froze.

The audience watched in shock while several people stood up, unable to contain their shock as

their hands came pressing down against the rails.

Even Delilah\'s expression changed as she placed her diary down.

"Pffttt!"

The silence was shattered by a rain of blood as blood started to spill out from Aoife\'s mouth

as she fell to her knees, her eyes unable to hide the shock and fear she felt.

Leon looked at her with a pale face before nudging his head a little.

\'Welcome back\'

Thump!

While everyone was shocked, there was only one person who was not allowed to be shocked.

"The winner is..."

The referee.

"....Leon Ellert of the Nurs Ancifa Empire."

***

Carbinga, Verdant Empire.

Like Bremmer, the capital of the Verdant Empire was situated near the most important Mirror Crack. The Mirror Dimension, as dangerous as it was, was a place filled with resources. Controlled appropriately, and it was a treasure trove.

The Mantovaj, the current ruling family, and the purest family were in control of such a place. Currently, within the Royal Estate.

"...."

Two figures sat in silence while watching the broadcast.

The air was tense as several attendants stood at the back, not daring to say a single word.

How could they when two the most powerful people within the Empire were making such

faces?

Nobody dared to do so.

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All they could do was watch the fight in silence.

It was an impressive fight that fully displayed the talents of those within the screen. It went

without a question why they were chosen as the most talented of their generation.

... It was a pity that they didn\'t belong to their Empire.

But, hm? One of the attendants squinted their eyes, taking a better look at the broadcast. In particular,

a gray-eyed male.

\'Doesn\'t he look familiar?\'

Yeah, he did. But who- The attendant\'s thoughts paused as they fell on the current Emperor. His entire brain stopped working for a short moment as the contestants figure\'s face overlapped with that of the Emperor. While they weren\'t spitting images, they were extremely alike.

To a creepy degree.

And taking into account the eyes...

\'Oh, no.\'

Ba... Thump! Ba... Thump!

He could feel the beat of his heart drum loudly within his mind. It pressed toward his chest

making the atmosphere extremely suffocating.

Swoosh!

The attendant almost jumped as the Empress stood up, her neatly tied black hair falling

behind her shoulder as her faded gray eyes shook, her face slowly changing.

"I\'m going." "....Stop."

The Emperor\'s hand grasped the Empresses\'s. He was so fast that the attendant couldn\'t even

follow his movements.

"This is not the right time. If we leave our post, we\'ll be putting the Empire in jeopardy. If our

enemy finds out, what\'s there to stop them from attacking us?"

"Ho, please."

The Empress snatched her arm back, glaring at the Emperor.

"Nobody will do anything."

"...And why would you think that?"

"Because I exist."

Bang!

The Empress stomped her foot down and the entire palace shook, forcing the attendants

around the room to hold onto the walls to keep steady. They were all horrified by the

situation.

The entire Palace was built upon the most durable and toughest material. For someone to be

able to do this...

Only Empress Jordana Kaliana was capable of such feat.

No, there was one other figure that was capable of such a feat.

"Calm down."

The rumbling stopped the moment the Emperor stood up. Waving his hand, everything froze

into place.

"Calm?"

The Empress laughed, her eyes unable to hide their fury and desperation as they drifted

toward the broadcast.

"Whether you like it or not, I\'m going."

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The Emperor pursed his lips, his brows furrowing.

"...I\'m going to get our son."

She paused before adding,

"Sons.."

***

-The winner is...

The studio was quiet as the referees announced the final victor.

-...Leon Ellert of the Nurs Ancifa Empire!

Karl and Johanna only snapped out of it when the announcement was fully made and the

audience stood up from their seats, their claps thunderously roaring throughout the entire

Colosseum.

Leon\'s figure appeared in the broadcast, breathing heavily as he basked in the afterglow of his

victory.

He looked exhausted, but at the same time, proud of his victory.

"It was a great victory."

Karl mumbled, his eyes never leaving Leon\'s. He could still recall the last moments and his

last move. Even when fighting Amell he hadn\'t used it...

What suddenly gave? \'Was he holding back...?\'

Karl liked his strangely dry lips. There was no use in him trying to make sense of the situation.

He had a certain expert with him for that.

"Johanna, what do you- "

Karl\'s voice stopped as his eyes fell on Johanna who was staring at Leon with an unbelievable

serious expression. He had never seen her behave like that before, and while she previously

was impressed by Leon, things were a little different now.

She almost seemed...

Scared?

\'No, that doesn\'t sound quite right.\'

"Johanna?"

"Hm?"

Calling her out, she finally snapped out of it as she turned her head to look at Karl who was

looking at her with a worried

"Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah."

look.

She half-heartedly nodded her head.

Though she tried to act fine, she was anything but fine. That last movement and positioning...

It was...

\'Flawless.\'

As a powerful Tier 7 Knight, Johanna had seen many things. She had wielded many weapons

and seen many movements.

But never in her life had she witnessed such a flawless movement.

There were no imperfections, all actions ending toward the tip of the sword. She didn\'t know

what swordsmanship this was, but it was flawless.

To the point where she felt inferior.

\'No, it can\'t be said to be flawless.\'

There were actually two flaws. One, Leon himself. He was too weak. She could still trace his

movements, making this his first flaw.

The second flow... \'Something about his step felt off.\'

Recalling the scene, all movements connected, conjoining toward the tip of the sword with

the exception of his right foot. There was a little flaw on that side that made the sword

imperfect.

\'...It\'s incomplete.\'

Johanna felt a little bit of pity upon realizing this but was able to quickly quell her disappointment down as she took a deep breath and focused her attention back on the recording devices.

"It was a phenomenal fight."

"You think so too?"

Karl, an expert in this, was able to immediately create a conversation between the two that

lasted for several minutes before he finally popped the questions,

"The finals, Julien versus Leon. Who do you have winning?"

"Who?"

Johanna was just about to answer \'Julien\' without much thought but suddenly realized that

her mouth wasn\'t moving.

\'Julien...\'

She tried to say, but the name never came out.

The image of Leon\'s swordsmanship flashed in her mind once more, and her expression

turned strange.

\'Leon?\'

She opened her mouth, trying to mumble his name, but...

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She was still unable to get the words out.

The image of Julien\'s overwhelming emotive magic flashed in her mind, her expression

contorting further.

"Ah."

And that was when she realized.

"I..."

She could see either side destroying each other.

Simply put,

"...I don\'t know."