Chapter 116
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Chapter 116: The Disgraceful Sword
Martin lifted his head.
The arrogant, contemptuous confidence in his eyes had faded into a hazy gray, emptied of all emotion save hollow rage and hatred. His sunken eyes resembled those of a wolf. His once-neat hair now bristled like a lion’s mane under some unseen force. The wound Midi had inflicted lay crusted over as if seared by high temperatures, its twisted flesh grotesque.
Pale veins bulged across Martin’s body, muscles swelling with unnatural power. Even the dormant demon god in Midi’s left arm trembled – a warning tremor.
Berserker transformation!
Midi’s pupils narrowed. This mirrored last year’s incident during the academy trial with that assassin’s sword soul, but magnified tenfold in intensity.
Was this fool suicidal?
The calculating Midi couldn’t comprehend why the celebrated "top expert in swordsmanship" would choose this self-destructive path. Public humiliation couldn’t justify such a disgraceful mutual annihilation!
No time for analysis. The frenzied Martin charged with bestial growls, swinging his slender longsword downward with greatsword ferocity.
Black Sky sword met steel with a spark-flinging CLANG. Ultimate Intent let Midi match this strike, but the Berserker merely paused to gather strength.
Veins bulging, Martin pressed forward relentlessly. Though Ultimate Intent surged through him, Midi faltered against his higher-level foe. The slender blade unleashed tidal force, pushing Midi backward through churned earth.
His sole hope: suppress Martin using the mysterious demon god’s aura. But Martin hosted multiple rare demon gods beyond any ordinary Demon Swordman’s reach. The usual pressure tactics failed.
Armored footsteps clanked as four two hundred-man teams stormed through the grand arena’s iron doors.
Useless.
Roaring, Martin maintained sword-lock while lashing the Thunder Whip sideways. The weapon’s crackling arc vaporized air, carving a hundred-meter death net. Soldiers disintegrated mid-charge, armor shrapnel and flesh shards raining across white sand.
The Battle for Honor became slaughterhouse theater. Tens of thousands watched dumbstruck at the crimson hellscape, frozen in silent horror.
All except one.
“Midi, suppress him!” Fina’s calm, clear voice rang out.
Following the red-haired girl’s command, powerful Magic Beams rained down from the central stands, forming strong firepower support and containment.
Facing the barrage of Magic Beams, the frenzied Martin neither dodged nor retreated. He swung his Thunder Whip wildly, shattering each projectile. Explosions of light filled the air, blinding onlookers.
For the first time, the Queen of Magic’s assault had been fully blocked.
But defending against this onslaught forced Martin to shift focus from Midi.
A single moment was all Midi needed. Years of battle synergy with Fina made him seize the opening.
As pressure from his opponent eased, Midi’s Black Sky sword shuddered violently, throwing off the mountain-like weight of the slender longsword pinning him. His shadow-like form dodged the descending blade, circling to Martin’s flank. Channeling Ultimate Intent, he carved a glowing arc through the air—the black blade sheared clean through Martin’s left arm.
The arm housing multiple demon gods.
Though berserk-state demons spread through the host’s body, their roots remained in the left arm. Severing it crippled their control. Midi’s own demon god surged, overwhelming the remnants in Martin’s body.
Blood erupted from the Berserker like a geyser. Clarity returned to Martin’s eyes. His lips twitched before a final roar escaped him. He collapsed, unconscious.
Midi remained vigilant. A follow-up strike batted the Thunder Whip aside. He monitored every twitch of Martin’s body until a two hundred-man team secured the fallen warrior. Only then did he relax.
The deadly clash had ended.
Midi stood victorious. Yet in this bloody “Battle for Honor,” no true winner existed.
The Hamilton family’s core territory—Rose Mountain City—had witnessed their “top expert in swordsmanship” descend into madness. A scandal ripe for mockery by rival nobles, especially the Senator’s faction. Worse, acting family head Fina Hamilton would face fierce criticism.
As her guardian knight, could Midi claim triumph? The entire family had lost—some merely gambled less than others.
“This is a plot against the Hamiltons!” A fist smashed the mahogany table, the boom echoing through the hall.
The branch leader’s face darkened. Others mirrored his gloom.
“Investigate everything! Root out the conspirators!” another demanded.
“Martin’s a disgrace! When will he wake?” barked a third.
The swordsmanship branch’s interim leader sighed. “He’s under surveillance. We’ll inform everyone when—”
Empty words. None expected answers from Martin. After such frenzied possession, survival itself was questionable.
Midi’s sole demand? The swordsmanship branch surrendering the Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip’s heritage.
A treasure. Once added to Eagle’s Nest’s contribution points system, the Hawk Brigade’s strength would soar. The manual’s copy already warmed Midi’s coat—he’d study it post-meeting.
Attendees schemed silently. Midi and Fina plotted long-term strategy. Branch leaders jostled for power. By the Scroll branch leader’s seat, Domingo Hamilton kept his head low, the perfect image of humility.
The main culprit reveled inwardly. Seeing proud leaders squirm thrilled him. Toppling a centuries-old dynasty to crown new rulers? No greater satisfaction existed.
This was merely the opening act.
The hall doors burst open.
Interruptions during family meetings meant catastrophe. Three figures entered.
First came a Thousand Sails branch officer—transport managers doubling as Belmar Duchy’s intelligence network.
Next, a Golden Branch courier directly serving the family head.
Last, half-Elf Odel bearing news from Eagle’s Nest—Alice’s domain.
Messages reached the Thousand Sails leader, Fina, and Midi simultaneously. Three notes unfolded. Three heads snapped up. Identical shock flashed across their faces.
Different sources. Same crisis.
The Sais family had struck. Their target? The Hamilton Grand Duchy itself.
