You are all my wings!

That was undoubtedly a materialization characteristic unique to the Shadow Scorpion!

So, did Leon Berlón succeed?

"Haha, I told you it was a rank advancement, old man, you were scared, weren't you?"

Maggie lifted the curtain and stepped out, arms crossed, head held high as she looked at Sword King Moron:

"So, Lyon has successfully digested the powerful fifth-tier materials. You have no further objections now, right?"

Morren's face darkened, and after a moment of silence, his expression softened, and he smiled.

"It seems I did misjudge. I didn't expect Leon Belon's physical potential, overall physique, and mastery of combat skills to be so high. I can't wait to meet this unparalleled warrior genius."

Maggie narrowed her eyes.

This guy seems to think Leon is just being mysterious and wants to see Leon in person before he'll stop.

However, Lyon has just completed his advancement and still needs to consolidate his strength. His condition may not be stable yet, so how can he let outsiders see him so easily?

Who knows if Moren is the same group of people who "accidentally" injured him before?

What if he sees the tremendous effect of Leon's advancement this time and gets the idea of ​​killing Leon in advance?

At this time, Maggie was suffering from severe paranoia.

On one hand, there were past experiences, and on the other hand, there was also concern for Lyon.

Therefore, she still didn't give this sixth-rank official a friendly look, and snorted:

"Old man, you've seen Lyon before. The results are in, what's there to be dissatisfied about? Are you that bored? Everyone else is busy cleaning up the battlefield, and you're just here to watch people?"

Molen's face, which had just returned to normal, darkened again, and he was about to say something.

Suddenly, a gentle and clear voice came from inside the tent:

“Magical, I’ve already secured it, you don’t need to be so wary.”

Accompanied by this sound, a tall, slender figure with silver hair slowly walked out.

The moment Moron saw the other person, his pupils contracted sharply.

He had always thought that Leon was too good-looking, but now he seemed to have gained a unique and indescribable charm. He didn't know where this charm came from, even though his face looked exactly the same as before.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that he had handsome features and bright, sparkling eyes. His features seemed to have undergone a subtle change compared to before, making him even more elegant and mysterious. Even though he was wearing a rather tattered and old magic robe, it could not hide his composure and good looks, making him captivating at first sight.

This wasn't the most surprising thing for Morren.

What he found most incredible was the faint aura surrounding Leon, with faint shadows flickering past like fish in the deep sea from time to time.

Moreover, Moron could vaguely sense that even the air around him had become oppressive, as if it were being suppressed by his shadowy aura.

This... is so strong it's unbelievable for a third-tier character.

No, it should be said that ordinary ranks cannot describe how strong the opponent is; he has already transcended ranks on many levels.

Just by standing there casually, his intense aura of power was as striking and outstanding as the bright sun in the sky.

"Digesting the core materials of powerful monsters across multiple tiers can actually lead to this kind of enhancement?"

Moren was deeply shaken.

This grandeur is truly rare, exceptional, and captivating.

No wonder Her Highness the Princess repeatedly mentioned wanting to take Leon Belon under her wing after meeting him, and she couldn't forget him.

Putting everything else aside, even if his actual strength is somewhat inferior to his appearance, just standing there, he exudes the aura of a master, which would be of great help in court intrigues.

After all, apart from the most powerful, the so-called aristocracy placed great importance on appearance and demeanor.

"Leon Bay... no, Lord Leon, it seems you've successfully used powerful monster materials across two tiers?"

Molen changed his form of address, and his words carried a greater degree of respect.

Although he believed that he was still far stronger than Lyon and could easily defeat him.

However, the opponent has already demonstrated a variety of amazing talents and methods, including several powerful intermediate spells, considerable intelligence, and the rare professions of astrologer and shadowwalker. Most importantly, he has accomplished a feat that is unlikely to be achieved by anyone in the present era.

Given all of this, it's only a matter of time before the other party reaches the same level as him.

No, it's not impossible for it to even reach legendary status.

Such a person deserves our respect.

"Thanks to King Molun for his concern, I was fortunate to succeed."

Lyon gave a slight nod.

He wasn't sure if the Sword King of Moron was connected to the Silver Badge Magic Phantom Troupe, or if they had tried to interfere with him just now.

Because although Moron is very powerful, his role is mostly superficial and not explored in depth, so Leon can't make a judgment.

However, uncertainty prevented him from immediately breaking off relations, so he maintained a relatively friendly demeanor.

"No, it's my fault. Judging from your success, you must have been very well prepared this time. On the contrary, if it weren't for Miss Machiru's firm intervention, I would have become a sinner against humanity."

Sinners of humanity?

Molen certainly knows how to give himself value.

No, he should be called a chuunibyou old man.

Of course, successfully upgrading using powerful monster materials across two tiers is indeed a very rare feat.

"You flatter me, Sword King. I only succeeded by sheer luck."

"Regardless, you have indeed succeeded, Lord Lyon. I noticed a faint shadow swirling around you just now. Is this a characteristic that comes with using that upgrade item? It seems quite unusual."

"What is it, Sword King? What are your thoughts?"

Lyon's eyes flickered.

"I'd like to see how much you've actually improved after accomplishing such a feat. How about we have a little spar to see for yourselves?"

Molun Sword King smiled faintly, his eyes revealing a look of eager anticipation.

"Shall we spar a bit?"

Lyon's heart skipped a beat. Was this guy's goal really that simple?

Although, based on the character setting he knew from his previous life, the Sword King Molun was indeed somewhat of a martial arts fanatic and a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

Or perhaps he genuinely longed to witness just how miraculous this feat could be?

"Don't worry, I just want to see how powerful your special ability is. As for the rest, you've only just advanced, so I don't think I can see any improvement. I won't test you any further."

As he spoke, Molun Sword King slowly drew his sword from its sheath.

"As a soldier, I suppose you wouldn't refuse this offer, would you?"

At this moment, the fighting spirit in the eyes of the Sword King Molun was clearly not an act; it was like a raging fire, extremely intense.

"As a sign of respect, I will unleash a strike with thirty percent of my power. How about you use this new property to block it?"

Chapter 204 Horror! The terrifying age of 17!

"Thirty percent of his power?"

Maggie Lu's eyes widened: "Old man, are you trying to pick a fight?"

Molun Sword King was taken aback, then looked apologetic: "Is it too high? Then I'll use 20%."

"What do you mean by 20% or 30%? You're overestimating yourself."

Machiru shuddered. This guy was really arrogant just because he was a sixth-tier cultivator.

"Overestimating himself?"

Molun Sword King looked strange. He was a senior sixth-level expert with 30% of his power, but many senior fourth-level experts might not be able to withstand it easily.

After all these years of accumulation, he has approached twice the limit of the sixth rank (about 120 points). In addition, his combat skills, honed through years of battles, allow him to unleash power stronger than most of his peers with the same strength.

Even when facing some long-lived species of the same level, it can maintain an undefeated record for a period of time, and even has the opportunity to gain the upper hand before exhausting its stamina.

Among the sixth-tier warriors under Ophimaso's command, apart from Xuertuo whose strength is unfathomable, he has the strongest combat skills and overall physical abilities.

Over the years, he has defeated countless ordinary sixth-tier monsters one-on-one. Although many of these battles were won by kiting tactics and attrition, they still proved his prowess.

“Miss Machiru, perhaps you do not yet understand just how terrifying the strength of a sixth-tier cultivator truly is.”

Molun Sword King remained calm as he slowly drew his sword from its sheath.

The sword is entirely black, with a smooth and glossy finish, and no extraneous patterns.

With a width of three fingers and a blade length of 1.3 meters, the sword, including the hilt, appears long and sharp.

He flicked his wrist, without activating any magic, and heard the blade pierce the air with a sharp, clanging sound like the long cry of a bird-like demon.

Clang!

The sound was so loud and the vibration so strong that even the tent curtains trembled.

"This is an aerial slash I executed with 20% of my power plus a little technique. Miss Machiru, what do you think?"

Upon seeing this, Machiru's expression changed slightly.

That strike was powerful!

Among the Holy Blood School she knew, in terms of strength and skill, perhaps only Hesius, who held the second position in the academy and had undergone multiple physical modifications, could surpass the Sword King Moron.

Machiru never expected that the Sword King Moron was so strong that he was willing to work under the fifth-tier Ophimaso.

"It cannot be denied that your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations, old man. I thought you were nothing special, but now it seems that I underestimated you. I apologize for that."

Molun Sword King smiled slightly; the other party's reaction was not what he had expected.

Wasn't he once hailed as a commoner genius with the potential to become a legend?

Unfortunately, reality is far more cruel than the future that people praise and depict.

If he hadn't met the princess, he would most likely have succumbed to despair, giving up on continuous refinement and all preparations for his legendary path.

Having fought alongside Princess Ophimaso for so many years, how could his strength possibly still be stuck at that trashy sixth-tier level?

"So--"

He coughed lightly, about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Maggie.

Maggie Lu said with a smile:

"However, my master doesn't take this kind of power seriously."

Now, Maggie can call Leon "master" without any problem in front of strangers, and this change in mindset is truly amazing.

However, upon hearing her speak, the Sword King of Moron almost turned his fake cough into a real one.

What the hell?

Wasn't that enough power?

"Miss Maggie, don't speak so confidently!"

His face hardened.

Leon stopped watching and patted Maggie's shoulder with a smile, saying:

"That's enough. Don't exaggerate too much, or I'll lose face."

Upon hearing this, the Sword King Moron's expression softened slightly. Fortunately, this young man, Lyon, knew how to conduct himself appropriately.

"Sword King, although that's what you say, I also feel that your 30% power is indeed not enough to test my new characteristics."

Lyon turned to Moron the Sword King and slowly drew his sword.

He didn't stop Machiru earlier because he wanted to observe Moron's reaction and determine whether he was connected to the Silver Badge Magic Phantom Troupe.

However, based on what I've just observed, the Sword King of Moron's reaction does seem like he's eager to witness this so-called feat, this so-called miracle.

Since that's the case, let's take this opportunity to test the power we've just acquired.

"At least give me half your strength, Sword King."

Clang!

The badly damaged third-tier magic sword was enveloped by a shadow as black as ink, and quickly extended, transforming into a slender sword blade that seemed to have a tangible presence, lengthening the short sword's edge to 1.2 meters.