Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 341 - Fighting with all my might... but not quite.
Wu Chen didn't recognize that face.

But he could guess his identity.

Sealed within this cave is an ancient warrior, one who would risk everything to confirm the existence and whereabouts of the demon queen Gil, an ancient hero known as Britannia, who, along with his companions, raised the banner of rebellion against her when she ruled the world. They had come so close to defeating Gil, for in their campaign against the demon queen, they discovered a way to meet the three supreme gods and successfully obtained the blessing power from these lesser creators.

Of course, power comes at a price. The blessing of a god cannot be obtained for nothing.

The sage who seeks endless knowledge loses interest in everything in the world once he has acquired it.

The priest who desired unparalleled beauty was consumed by jealousy after acquiring it, and was subsequently imprisoned in a torture machine.

Those who wish to acquire the samurai and thieves who can break through the Demon King's invincible barrier become divine weapons with the power to ward off demons. However, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot ultimately wield itself.

Four of the five heroes vanished, and the swordsman Britannia, wounded on his journey to the audience and thus unable to learn of his companions' fate, was left alone in despair. He returned to his homeland, only to be sealed away by his former enemies, trapped within concrete walls for a thousand years.

That's how it should be.

However, right now, the young swordsman with short red hair was quietly blocking the way in Wu Chen's vision, his eyes empty, with only pure fighting spirit boiling and rising.

—Is it a projection from another world?

Wu Chen was uncertain.

However, he heard a long sigh beside his ear.

A sorrowful sigh from an unknown land—the sound of a sigh accompanies the red-haired man raising his longsword.

"...Such a thing actually happened."

Wu Chen could still sense the order of this world.

He could still sense his biological level, as well as the many subtle orders hidden in the void that maintained the entire worldview.

So……

Raise your hand.

"Fire Blast." An advancement of the local fire spell, an upgrade of Flame Arrow. Theoretically, it should just be a variation of the normal Fireball spell. However, in Wu Chen's observation, when he followed his intuition to activate this spell, he sensed special traces caused by the spell's operation.

In the void, blazing flames exploded spontaneously, without requiring a projected spell to propel them. The changes in entropy and enthalpy were clearly visible to Wu Chen. He even vaguely sensed the instability of the spatial structure!

"Using a great talent for a small task" is not even an adequate description.

This level of magic and its effects are practically equivalent to sharpening a supercomputer's main control chip and using it as a spearhead.

The magic, with its intricate operating principles, at this moment only served the purpose of a series of parallel high-explosive grenades. The red-haired swordsman merely raised his shield a step, and an invisible barrier instantly formed—undoubtedly a spatial warp achieved entirely without magical propulsion, solely through hand gestures!
—I remember, Britain's innate trait is Sword Combat Lv2 and Shield Combat Lv2.
—Is this the fully developed Lv2 shield spell?

The fire explosion was completely useless.

The figure, sword in hand, rapidly approached Wu Chen's location, enveloped in a biting wind as it sped forward. A series of tiny sonic booms erupted beneath the red-haired youth's feet. The swung sword traced an exceptionally treacherous trajectory through the air.

'Clang—' The blades clashed.

A heavy feeling instantly filled Wu Chen's body through the clash of the blades—not just the force, but also the complex vibrations and impacts that continuously emanated from the impact. In just a moment of collision, at least thirteen shockwaves of different sizes burst forth, attempting to tear the ancient, bloody flesh from Wu Chen's sword-wielding hand!

Excellent swordsmanship. One of the unique aspects of Lv2 sword combat is the ability to imbue the blade with multiple high-frequency impacts during a swing. Having merely received this one strike, Wu Chen felt his bones detach from his flesh, his blood slough off his skin, and numerous cuts and blood streaks continuously formed on his sword-wielding arm, spreading throughout his entire body. This single blow was enough to render him incapable of fighting!
Very strong.

but……

"In terms of pure strength, he is only comparable to me."

The forces are roughly equal.

In terms of level—or rather, the creature's level after converting attribute parameters—the two are roughly equal.

So……

'Boom—' He was blasted backward by the sonic boom of the collision.

His arm disintegrated during the retreat, only to be reshaped anew amidst a burst of silvery light. The pure silver gushing from the wound spread throughout Wu Chen's body even faster than the disintegration of flesh. At the same moment, the red-haired swordsman's second pursuing sword strike landed!
'clang--!!!'

The blade of the Black Night Greatsword trembled and creaked under the strike of the unknown single-handed sword. However, this second strike, which should have been a follow-up attack, did not have the effect of securing victory as its wielder had expected.

It merely pressed the greatsword down—just a slight press.

And on the spot where swords clashed, dozens, no, hundreds of composite vibrations of different frequencies were constantly colliding back and forth on the surface of the metal!
It did not defeat Wu Chen.

The one-handed sword failed to knock down the greatsword.

Wu Chen grinned slightly, his jet-black hair transforming into a head of red under the influence of the silver. He thus forcibly shared the red-haired swordsman's skills. And his Lv3 sword combat talent granted him experience growth far exceeding that of the imitator!

"I see."

Pressing forward, when the skill levels are equal, the greatsword carries more weight than the one-handed sword. The jewel in his hand glowed once more, and he swiftly and deftly applied the spellcasting techniques originating from Mondas to the local magic.

Fire Blast, upgrade.

Magic he hadn't yet mastered was now forcibly controlled. Crimson Lotus Purgatory materialized out of thin air in all directions around the area where the two were fighting. Faced with the destructive flames that were far more intense than before, practically triggering a fission reaction by hand, the only thing the red-haired swordsman could do was raise his shield to block.

Space warped once more, completely blocking the massive flames. However, Mondas's true skill wasn't super magic, but rather ensuring that the magic he created wouldn't harm him. This meant that in this point-blank eruption of flames, only one side needed to intervene!
The opportunity thus shifted.

The tide of war turned as a result.

The next moment, the Dark Night Greatsword, which gathered dozens or even hundreds of high-frequency vibrations, crashed into the warped spatial barrier!

He saw a crack burst open.

I saw the intense fire seep in, and then an explosion.

The outcome of a battle can be decided in a single strike, and the red-haired swordsman met his demise.

And at the same time—

"What?!" He heard the scream of the unknown voice.

(End of this chapter)