Chapter 114
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Chapter 114: The Lost Heritage
The moment the weapon called Thunder Whip appeared, it seized complete control of the battle. Though the whip seemed short, it wasn’t physical—like a Lightsaber, it was formed from energy. When Martin swung it, the magic poured into it stretched it to a terrifying length of dozens of meters, blanketing the entire area.
From afar, the glowing whip stirred a rolling thundercloud, plunging the arena into gloom. Not a soul could approach—even dust particles shattered, and the air itself split open. Worse, the attacks came endlessly, one strike after another without pause. Combined with Martin’s arrogant speed, lightning flashes and killing intent fused into an unrelenting storm within the churning dust.
Faced with this onslaught, Midi kept retreating, forced into a defensive stance. But this time, it wasn’t to set up a counterattack—he was utterly suppressed.
Yet despite his overwhelming advantage, Martin felt no satisfaction. The crowd’s wild cheers echoed as he watched his floundering opponent, bitterness gnawing at him. A man of towering pride, he’d always believed himself invincible. Yet now, he’d been driven to reveal his trump card first.
He knew Midi remained restrained, withholding his killing move. The arena spectators hadn’t witnessed that breathtaking sword strike from the family meeting, but Martin had. Though his Thunder Whip and unique techniques gave him the edge now, what would happen when Midi unleashed that terrifying sword energy?
Martin didn’t know. But he did know this: Midi still held back, while he himself had already spent his full strength. To Martin’s pride, this alone counted as defeat.
Rage simmered in him. At minimum, this opponent who’d stripped him of elegance would pay in blood. Killing Midi outright in this Battle for Honor would draw disapproval, but a “slipped” strike could sever an arm, cripple a leg, or shatter a spine—leaving the fool paralyzed. That became Martin’s grim resolve. Only by permanently maiming this upstart who dared stand beside little princess Fina could his fury be quelled.
As for that legendary sword technique? Martin wouldn’t let it see daylight. Having seized the initiative, he’d crush Midi before it could emerge.
With cold determination, Martin whipped the air again, pouring his full strength into the blow. White sand erupted beneath him like ripples across a shattered lake.
*Crack!* A thunderclap split the sky. Then another. And another.
The whip’s afterimages wove a net of deafening booms, churning the air. Midi staggered under the avalanche of force, swept backward by its momentum.
This storm-like barrage reminded him of the tireless Demon Swordwomen commanded by "Hand of Nightmare," of the suffocating pressure from the dark elf roaming gunslinger. Now Martin Hamilton, hailed as the top expert in swordsmanship, radiated the same lethal aura—overpowering, ruthless, breath-stealing.
This was the true pressure of a True Expert’s unleashed power.
Yet what truly shocked Midi wasn’t Martin’s dominance, but the whip itself and its wielded style. Without doubt, this was a lost heritage!
Lost heritages were mighty legacies destroyed by fate before reaching their zenith. Martin’s whip technique clearly belonged to this category. In Midi’s past life, rumors claimed the Hamilton family possessed several such legacies, including the Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip technique for sword souls—a Lightsaber variant with devastating, unpredictable strikes. During the Delos Empire’s invasion, Iron-Blood Duke’s experts had used it to slaughter Imperial armies during the capital’s last stand.
But no heritage could defy destiny. When the Belmar Duchy fell and the Hamilton family crumbled, these legacies vanished—scattered or destroyed by the family itself.
For the Hawk Brigade of that era, for Fina and Midi who had lost so much, this wasn’t merely regret but a festering wound in their hearts.
Now surfacing from buried memories, the unseen heritage they’d never witnessed lay unveiled before their eyes.
Not just visible – but actively wielded by a skilled expert.
A thousand strategies flashed through Midi’s mind in that heartbeat.
Amidst the brutal clash, even Midi couldn’t afford distraction – yet one truth burned clear: victory must be seized at any cost!
Only triumph could slap down the arrogant swordsmanship branch’s pride.
Only victory could force Golien and this so-called "top expert in swordsmanship" to bow their haughty heads.
Only through winning could Fina and he gain the influence needed to claim those powerful heritages from the seven major branches!
If Midi originally joined the Battle for Honor just to unite the Hamilton family and prevent civil war collapse, now he fought for more – to strengthen himself, Fina, and the Hawk Brigade!
Abandoning his plan to slowly grind down the opponent through experience and four-element mastery without using Ultimate Intent, Midi now resolved to unleash everything. He’d crush his enemy utterly with overwhelming power!
Silver flames kindled in Midi’s dark eyes as he became a blurred afterimage, charging headlong into the whip’s thunderous onslaught.
No blood sprayed, no brutal impacts – empowered by flowing Ultimate Intent, his plain-looking Black Sky sword struck like torrential rain, every thrust precisely intercepting the whip’s invisible afterimages!
The overpowering Thunder Whip recoiled like a snake struck at its weak spot, its airtight assault suddenly rupturing with gaping holes.
"What?!" Martin’s eyes flickered with shock.
Inconceivable! His whip technique – the swordsmanship branch’s jealously guarded Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip, even denied to the main Golden Branch – was being countered!
The Iron-Blood Duke had ousted multiple branch leaders trying to steal this heritage, yet here some rookie was deflecting it!
Martin’s self-proclaimed genius trembled before unprecedented fear. Yet he didn’t realize Midi wasn’t predicting anything.
Having truly encountered Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip for the first time in either life, Midi couldn’t possibly decipher this Iron-Blood Duke-coveted technique instantly. His solution was simpler – outpace Martin completely.
Ultimate Intent surged through Midi’s veins, harmonizing with his left arm’s mysterious demon god. Heightened senses and enhanced physical attributes erupted.
Martin was swift. His Thunder Whip faster still.
But Midi? Faster than both.
He’d once deflected bullets from dark elf roaming gunslingers – this whip’s visible arcs were child’s play by comparison.
Midi’s speed overwhelmed Martin’s greatest asset. Against the millennium-rare Ultimate Intent, the vaunted whip technique crumbled.
Hyper-focused like during his bullet-deflecting feats, Midi tracked every detail – footwork shifts, whip-grip adjustments, muscle twitches, eye movements. Combined with superior speed, Martin stood no chance.
Lightning curtains parted before Midi’s blade.
A deft sword flip deflected the next lash, Black Sky’s hilt hooking the whip. Midi surged forward, smashing the sword’s pommel into Martin’s nose. Blood erupted from the crumpled bridge, staining the Hamilton genius’ vision crimson.
The "top expert in swordsmanship" had been struck!
The arena exploded in uproar.
