Chur was pushed to the brink, his anger reaching a boiling point as blood rushed to his head.

He abruptly stood up, grasping the long sword beside him once again.

Tangible qi enveloped Chur's body, and a layer of white patterns appeared on his sword.

A warrior's 'battle technique'.

Unlike magic, this was a skill that only warriors could use with their 'qi'.

As if breaking through the wind, Chur charged rapidly towards him.

Viktor instinctively raised his silver sword to protect himself, forcefully blocking Chur's heavy strike.

In an instant, the soil behind Viktor erupted, and the intense air pressure tore through trees dozens of meters away.

Viktor's hands went numb, and he stepped back a few paces.

"As expected, my strength is inferior to that of a traditional warrior," Viktor muttered to himself, lowering his head slightly.

Chur swung his sword, passing over Viktor's head.

The timing was just right.

Viktor countered by striking Chur's waist with the hilt of his sword.

However, this had little effect; the sturdy Chur merely retreated a few steps.

Chur violently slammed his patterned long sword into the ground, sending a powerful shockwave through the earth.

Viktor, seizing the moment, leapt back a step, easily avoiding the ground's tremors.

But Chur refused to give up, raising his blade from the ground towards the sky.

A blade of wind burst forth instantly, rushing straight at Viktor.

Once, twice, three times...

Chur repeatedly attempted to attack Viktor with his wind blades, only to see his opponent dodge all of his attacks with agile movements.

His eyes narrowed as he thrust his sword into the ground beneath his feet with a bang.

A powerful wind pressure began to swirl around, expanding outwards.

Viktor's gaze remained calm as he aimed for a gap in the barrier and thrust his sword in.

The astonishing wind barrier was easily broken with just this one strike.

Any move Chur made seemed to have a solution in Viktor's eyes.

He stepped forward, taking advantage of the delay after Chur's skill, and lunged towards Chur's body.

However, Chur suddenly pulled out a round shield from his waist, blocking Viktor's attack head-on.

His expression gradually turned incredibly cruel.

If he could just deflect Viktor's attack, just once!

A stunned Viktor would instantly be cut to pieces by him!

But before he could succeed, Viktor suddenly revealed a smile.

"How naive."

Boom!

His body suddenly transformed into a ball of flame, bypassing the round shield and enveloping Chur within.

The astonishing flames seemed to want to burn Chur to ashes, and his agonized screams could be heard from within the barrier!

The fire burst forth, as if illuminating half the sky.

As the flames dissipated, Viktor's figure reappeared in his original spot.

He flicked his long sword, the epitome of elegance.

Chur, however, was covered in burn marks, panting heavily, using his weapon to support himself on the ground.

"Why... why?" Chur's eyes widened, unable to accept this moment.

In his domain of close combat, he was even inferior to a mage!

And this mage could even cast magic within the range of the magic-suppressing stone!

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This wasn't fair!

He couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it!!

Why was it that his every move was completely seen through by his opponent?

Even his secret weapon, which he had prepared long ago.

In Viktor's eyes, it seemed not even worthy of being called a secret!

At this moment, Chur exploded with rage.

Dense red qi coiled around his body, like a terrifying blood light.

In his anger, Chur completely lost his reason. He shed the armor on his body and suddenly touched his long sword to his own blood.

The blood, as if guided, gradually climbed up the sword.

This beast-like madness made countless hearts tremble.

Even Viktor seemed stunned, standing motionless in place.

Chur raised the blood-red giant blade, leaping towards Viktor, fiercely slashing out. The powerful sword qi, accompanied by the blood color, instantly formed an area.

Even Viktor was surrounded within it.

Seeing Chur's madness, Lia's subordinate anxiously asked:

"Miss Lia! Shouldn't we support him now?"

"No need," Lia said, watching the battle inside without any hint of worry.

The moment she saw Viktor could use magic, she knew.

Chur had absolutely no chance of winning this fight.

"If he wants to play, let him play."

"After the battle is over, we'll handle the aftermath."

Lia spoke calmly, but her words were full of confidence in Viktor.

After all, he was the youngest genius in the imperial capital.

How could he possibly lose to a warrior from the kingdom?

Whoosh—

The powerful blood qi burst out towards the surroundings, carrying wind and chaos.

The qi flow was like a series of sharp blades, cutting through the air, rushing towards Viktor.

Viktor moved unhurriedly, as if taking a leisurely stroll, constantly weaving between the gaps of the air blades.

The blades sliced through empty air, merely cutting the surrounding trees into thousands of pieces, trees falling with crackling sounds.

Chur's eyes were bloodshot, constantly watching Viktor's movements within this wind barrier.

Just once, even if he could attack him just once!

But!

"Well, you should have had enough fun by now."

A calm voice drifted into his ears. When Chur looked at Viktor again, his hands were engulfed in raging flames.

"I suggest you don't forget one thing," Viktor said, stepping on the edge of the blood formation, planting his silver sword within it.

Pronouncing the final death sentence on his opponent.

"I am a mage."

Flames suddenly coated the blade!

A gust of wind struck the sharp edge of the silver sword, and Viktor twisted it, causing the flame-coated long sword to completely entwine the entire qi field along the airflow!

What was originally Chur's attack had, in this moment, become his fiery prison.

The temperature rose sharply, soaring! It seemed as if it would set the entire wilderness ablaze!

As if it could no longer support itself, the entire qi field collapsed with a boom!

Boom—!!!

An explosion as intense as a raging fire engulfed the wilderness.

The others could only see a black figure being blasted out of the smoke and dust, crashing heavily to the ground.

It was Chur.

At the very last moment, he had burned his blood qi, releasing his final 'battle technique'.

However, it was still of no use.

His skill was once again easily countered by Viktor.

It was even used by his opponent as the final attack against him.

Penetrating wounds from the backlash of the sword qi fell on Chur's limbs. He lay on the ground, barely breathing.

The barrier he had set up shattered along with his fall, and a deep, pitch-black stone rolled to Viktor's feet.

Viktor walked to his side, looking down at him with a calm expression.

The moment the barrier dissipated, Viktor felt his magic power restore.

Chur raised his head to look at Viktor, wanting to see some injuries on him.

However, apart from a few tears in his clothes, he couldn't even see a drop of blood on Viktor's body.

With a flicker of flame, even the damage to his clothes was restored to its original state.

Chur gave up, his eyes dim and lifeless.

After seeing this, even his last hope was completely shattered.

He looked at the sky and suddenly, contrary to his usual behavior, burst into laughter:

"Long live the kingdom!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Leanne's face changed nearby, and she hurriedly shouted a warning:

"He's trying to take poison!"

Chur bit down on his molar tooth, and the poison inside took effect instantly.

At this moment, he only felt his life rapidly slipping away...

However.

Viktor, quick as lightning, flicked open his coat and forcefully poured several vials of crimson potion into Chur's mouth.

Chur's eyes widened. In this instant, he suddenly felt his life force beginning to recover.

The states of life draining and recovering appeared simultaneously in his body.

This feeling caused him pain as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart.

Viktor looked at the suffering Chur, and gradually, a devilish smile appeared on his face.

"I told you," he said.

"As long as I don't let you die, you won't be able to die."