The First Magic World War

Chapter 417: 389, “Let’s duel! I’m in a hurry

Anne, as always, had never put any pressure on Charles.

Even though they had known each other for a long time, Charles had never felt that this noble girl was condescending or extravagant in any way. Anne always gave him the impression of a plain and quiet girl, never seeking anything special or having any unpleasant temperament.

It was only later that Charles gradually realized that such an Anne was truly unique; not every noble lady was like this!

The bearing of the Menilman was sharp and resolute, Princess May had a quirky temperament and led a reclusive life, Sophia Garanord was brave and bold, with tactics and schemes…

Each person was different from Anne.

Even girls like Taoles, Anatasiya, Belisa, and Philedrica were different from Anne.

They all had something in common that Anne simply did not possess…

When noon came around, Charles chose a famous old restaurant in Asa Fortress. The Lionheart Dynasty, like Fars, mainly offered set meals. Charles ordered a classic Lionheart Dynasty sausage set meal, with twelve different flavored sausages accompanied by Lionheart Dynasty’s special butter bread and strong liquor, which was quite satisfying.

Anne opted for a classic ladies’ meal, mainly featuring stuffed buns with various flavors, each pairing of filling and bun was praiseworthy, and a fruit platter paired with Farsian fruit wine, making for a distinctly characteristic meal.

The two chatted casually while eating, and the meal took up more than an hour.

When they left the restaurant, Charles glanced at the sky, which looked like rain might fall, and said, “It seems we won’t be able to go shopping this afternoon.”

Anne also looked at the sky with a hint of regret and said, “We can only head back now.”

Charles went to fetch the carriage he had bought in Asa Fortress. Unlike the dark and luxurious ones with spirituality that could be summoned at will and sent to a designated destination, Charles found the second-hand carriage rather inconvenient as he had to tie the packhorse by the roadside whenever he needed to get off for errands.

The place where Charles had parked the carriage was a bit far. When he drove the carriage back, he saw three or four men surrounding Anne, and his heart immediately surged with anger. He leapt down from the carriage and shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?”

The young leader arched an eyebrow and replied, “We were planning to invite this miss out for some fun!”

Charles instantly sentenced him to death in his heart. Even if it was young men from the Duke Mosley family who harbored such intentions, he would dare to make a move, let alone a few young men from Asa Fortress?

He casually took out a pair of gloves and tossed them at the young man’s head, saying, “Let’s duel!”

“I’m in a hurry!”

The young men burst into collective laughter, with one laughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, clutching his stomach and gasping intermittently, “Is he actually challenging Matif to a duel?”

“Did you hear what he said? He wants to duel with Matif!”

The smirking leader drew the rapier from his waist and said, “Come on then! I accept your challenge.”

Charles flicked his wrist, and Blood Rose appeared in his hand as if by magic. The rapier swiftly thrust forward, and the young man known as Matif, with the smile still on his face, froze, his expressions halted as Charles pierced his forehead with a sword!

Charles flicked Blood Rose and tucked it away, asking, “Why did you think I wouldn’t dare to duel with him?”

The young men from before were all petrified, one of them stuttering, “He is a Transcendent!”

Charles gave an “oh” and said indifferently, “That was the first time I killed a Transcendent so weak!”

He reached out his hand, and Anne placed her small hand in his. Charles then helped Anne onto the carriage before turning back to address the young folks, “Don’t do something so tasteless next time.”

“Even a Transcendent can sometimes be nothing at all!”

No sooner had Charles finished speaking than someone started clapping and said, “Well said, a Transcendent can sometimes be nothing at all.”

“After I kill you, I’ll leave that phrase for you.”

Charles looked toward the source of the voice, somewhat surprised to find an old acquaintance.

Cyrus from the South Ceraph Reclamation Army.

The two were bona fide old rivals; it felt like quite some time since they had last seen each other.

Although they hadn’t physically clashed many times in reality, in Mama Karen’s dream realm, they had dueled countless times—starting from at least a few hundred bouts—and Charles had honed a significant portion of his swordsmanship against Cyrus.

Hmm, there was a deep-seated hatred between them.

Cyrus thought about killing Charles more times than he could count.

Charles had cut through armies to slay Jonathan, and had recently simply devoured all of South Ceraph, leaving most homes therein deserted…

Cyrus etched all these grievances deep in his heart, hating that he had been shackled to Felanden Battlefield, unable to break away.

Cyrus hadn’t encountered Charles by accident; he had heard Charles was on an embassy to the Lionheart Dynasty and had managed to infiltrate the diplomatic corps, following Julian to the Lionheart Dynasty. But after Charles drew attention a few times, he mostly stayed reclusive, seldom appearing in public, leaving Cyrus without an opportunity.

Every so often, he would wait at the Cold Spring Palace, and while he hadn’t caught Charles there today, he went out for lunch and unexpectedly ran into his “nemesis”!

Cyrus took his Knight’s Spear off his shoulder and said indifferently, “Let’s duel!”

“I’m in a hurry!”

Charles couldn’t help but smile and said, “Come on! I accept your duel.” He reached behind him, opened the Magic Mirror, and pulled out Collapsing Mountain!

Charles shook the Knight’s Spear, putting strength into both arms, and without a word of warning unleashed a thrust.

Cyrus, a graduate of the University of Tubingen at Byron, was proficient in the Ebulrahan Clan’s Flesh Furnace and Golden Requiem. His gunmanship was fierce and aggressive, and his flesh and blood had been tempered as hard as refined steel. Knowing his opponent’s characteristics, Charles didn’t show the slightest mercy from the get-go, aiming straight for Cyrus’s weaknesses.

Faced with such a swift thrust, even Cyrus couldn’t help but express a hint of surprise, “It hasn’t been long; have you also advanced to the High Order?”

He vibrated his Knight’s Spear, parrying Charles’s strike, and exclaimed, “Let me show you that I’m now at the peak of the High Order, an Eighteenth Rank Blood Knight!”

Charles’s hand grew heavy, taken aback by the immense strength in Cyrus’s spear thrust, comparable to that of the Bear People. “What did you eat to get so strong?” he said, surprised.

Cyrus didn’t entertain his quip, as the two were deadly enemies with no room for idle chatter.

After over ten moves against each other, both marveled at their opponent’s rapid improvement, particularly Cyrus, who was astonished. The old Charles wouldn’t last more than a few dozen moves under him, but now, while there was still a gap in their Extraordinary Ranks, the actual fight was evenly matched and fiercely contested.

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