Mezic shifted his greatsword slightly, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the youth's posture.“So, kid, tell me this: who the hell are you really? We have been within the borders of Hespera for many long years. This entire civilization, after finally being freed from its historical shackles, has only existed for about two thousand years.So I am deeply curious… among those ancient lineages who were originally imprisoned and sealed within this territory, which specific bloodline do you come from?Are you a scion of the West, hence why you are putting your life on the line to fight for them? Or perhaps your roots lie in the South, or the distant East?”Mezic’s aura flared slightly as his tone grew heavier.“A youth capable of unleashing pure cyan flames—and not just one person, but now two of you appearing on the same field… without a single shred of doubt, those kinds of flames are absolutely not ordinary elemental manifestations.Those are sacred, primordial flames that do not just ran

An immense, dense wave of internal magical energy rippled outward from his core, instantly coating the structural surface of the pre-existing wind barrier.Without wasting a single microsecond, the translucent sphere enlarged by a few feet before beginning to rotate at a dizzying, terrifying speed, creating a localized spatial vortex around his body.Then, it happened.The catastrophic Clap of Death slammed directly into the rapidly rotating wind barrier.CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK—BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!Once again, two supreme forces collided on an absolute axis.The extreme friction of the competing energies produced a deafening, metallic rumble that echoed all over the destroyed terrain as the necrotic crimson mana desperately fought to crush and penetrate the rotating barrier.But within the span of a single heartbeat, the fundamental mechanism of Oasis’s magic proved superior.Instead of allowing the Clap of Death to continue its forward, destructive path through his body, the incredibly

Deep within his core, Oasis could feel the subtle, creeping tendrils of physical fatigue beginning to kick in. He immediately controlled the rhythm of his breath, stabilizing his internal system. Throughout this intense clash, his internal mana reserves had already depleted by about half once again; He had been forced to expend a massive, staggering amount of pure mana to successfully redirect Mezic’s catastrophic Clap of Death, followed immediately by the rapid consumption of both mana and spiritual energy required to manifest the wind-essence strings of the Heavenly Slicing Technique.Yet, from the exact moment Oasis had originally evaded Triken’s descending war mace for the first time to the moment he had almost taken off Mezic’s head, the entire high-speed sequence had transpired in a window of time lasting no more than five seconds.Further away, Mezic let out a low, guttural growl of intense agony, his facial features twisting into a grimace of pure pain, though his immense pr

Instantly, trails of intense, fiery cyan aura danced wildly around the dark length of Elyon, the blazing heat mixing intimately with the blade’s innate properties, the crackling azure lightning and the howling emerald winds generated by the weapon's perfect resonance with Oasis’s energy nature.!!!Mezic’s eyes widened to their absolute limits as a cold, terrifying sensation of absolute fatality gripped the very depths of his soul.He could feel the imminent danger with every fiber of his being. Oasis was moving at a speed so profound that while Mezic’s highly trained senses could theoretically track the physical pathway of the approaching steel, his heavily injured, single-armed body simply could not formulate a physical reaction fast enough to defend itself.“Fifth Form: Searing Dance,” Oasis’s whisper intensified, the words vibrating through the air as the ultimate technique took absolute root within his weapon.Oasis moved his blade with a mesmerizing, terrifying fluidity, execut

“Looking at him from this close…” Kyoku Shirabe thought to himself, his knee pressed firmly against the cooling, glass-like molten rock.While keeping his posture perfectly straight and his head deeply bowed, he dared to steal a brief, calculating glance upward at Oasis’s profile.“There is absolutely no room for doubt. He looks incredibly young. If I had to guess based on his physical features, I would say he is barely seventeen years of age. I myself am already twenty-eight, and yet he possesses this level of terrifying strength. Not only that, but he already has a child as old as Vesta! What kind of place is the Lunaris Sect to allow children to have children at that age? Unless…”A sudden thought struck Kyoku's mind, a desperate attempt to rationalize the absurd disparity in front of him.“Father always said that if I don't want to look like an old man, I must cultivate at an explosive pace so that my physical body can remain young even when I reach hundreds of years of age. Yes,