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"What a sharp dagger!"

"Your purple sword is extraordinary too, isn't it? A divine artifact?"

Linley didn't answer. A streak of purple sword light swept across, and Jonathan pushed off with his toes, abruptly retreating.

"Two years ago, your warrior abilities were at most fourth or fifth level. I never expected you to awaken your Dragon Bloodline two years later and reach the eighth level after transforming."

"The Dragonblood Warrior truly lives up to its name as one of the Four Ultimate Warriors."

Linley said, "Then aren't you even more impressive? You reached the middle stage of the eighth level at nineteen through your own efforts, and your speed is astonishing."

Jonathan smiled faintly. A suit of armor appeared on him, and a pale yellow glow began to surface across its exterior. Then he actually began floating in midair.

"Levitation?! No, Anti-Gravity Spell! But why is it coming from the armor?"

Doehring reminded him, "It's a Magic Array, and an optimized Micro Magic Array at that. What a genius idea! His insight is truly astonishing!"

"However, even with Anti-Gravity Spell boosting you, you still can't match true flight!"

Linley cast a spell and enhanced himself with extreme speed. His speed instantly increased by several dozen percent.

The two clashed again.

Linley was right. Although Jonathan had Anti-Gravity Spell, which let him float, and could even move nimbly in the air by using certain Force Application Techniques, he still couldn't match true flight.

To keep Linley from closing in, Jonathan also began casting magic, hurling Earth Element spells like sharp stones, Dark Element spells like Poison Blade, and Shadow Mist at him as though magic power meant nothing.

Bebe watched from a distance, constantly cheering Linley on.

Kill that bastard!

Even a ninth-level warrior would have a hard time killing Linley after his transformation. His sturdy scales were also far beyond what an ordinary eighth-level warrior could break through.

"Gravity Field, tenfold!"

"Weng~"

A strange sound rang out, and the entire courtyard fell within the Gravity Field. Doehring was a soul and remained unaffected, but Bebe was caught off guard and flattened against the ground, face-first.

Linley's body sank, and he dropped straight to the ground. At that instant, a dark shadow flashed toward him. The black dagger slashed past his eyes, tearing through the scales on his neck and exposing the fragile skin beneath.

"You lost!"

Linley found it hard to believe. "An eighth-level Gravity Spell, and you can cast it instantly? And why aren't you affected by the gravity?"

"I'm an Earth Element mage too. Gravity Spell doesn't distinguish between friend and foe!"

Jonathan smiled faintly. "That's my secret. I don't pry into yours, so there's no need for you to dig into mine. You only need to understand that you lost!"

Linley froze for a moment, then sighed softly. His transformed state vanished in an instant. "I lost."

"Though I don't know how you did it, your Gravity Spell seems different. I wasn't very high up, but when you cast it, I truly felt the force of an eighth-level Gravity Spell, while you were completely unaffected."

"With that ability, I doubt many people below the Saint Realm could deal with you."

Jonathan said, "You're impressive too!"

"Among the Four Ultimate Warriors, the Dragonblood Warrior is the most balanced. Its defenses are sturdy, its speed is incredible, and its strength is tremendous. It has almost no weaknesses. You can reach the early stage of the eighth level with a sixth-level transformation. Once you reach the seventh level, won't you be able to reach the ninth?"

"With magic to back you up, even ninth-level powerhouses might not be able to take you down!"

The two exchanged a look and smiled at the same time. Everything was understood without a word.

Aside from holding back the Gravity Field and not using the Heavy as Light technique, he had given the fight everything he had.

"A loss is a loss. There's no point saying more!"

"You cultivate both magic and martial arts, just like me. Since you have a magical beast, that counts as part of your strength!"

A streak of black light flashed past, and Bebe appeared on his shoulder. He squeaked twice, as if agreeing with Jonathan, then squeaked at Linley again, urging him to fight another round.

Linley stroked his head and shook his own. "We can talk about that after Jonathan tames a magical beast of his own."

"You'll never see that happen. I believe in my own strength. Even if I tamed an ordinary magical beast, it couldn't keep up with me. In the end, it would only run errands. It could make a decent mount, though."

"Squeak~"

Bebe looked furious. He was clearly cursing Jonathan out.

The fierce battle had left the courtyard in ruins. Cracks covered the ground, along with puddles, broken chunks of the artificial mountain, and splintered branches.

After the fight, the two sat and chatted over tea for a while.

Before long, Jonathan said, "Linley, I've been out for quite some time. Let's meet again when we get the chance!"

"Next time, I won't lose to you," Linley said, looking full of confidence.

"Perhaps."

Jonathan didn't look back. He waved and left.

Shelton came over and asked, "Young master, is that man your friend?"

"No."

Linley was a genius of the Holy Union, while Jonathan belonged to the Dark Alliance. They were on opposing sides, especially at a time like this. Admitting they were friends would only bring trouble upon both of them.

"Shelton, I'm going to cultivate. Find someone to repair the courtyard. Make sure it's taken care of in the next few days."

"Yes, young master!"

Shelton entered the courtyard, saw its condition, and couldn't help freezing in place.

What kind of battle could have caused such devastation?

Back at the Delihua Hotel, Wesport asked Jonathan about it.

"I met him, but the moment I brought up recruiting him, he refused outright. Linley belongs to the Holy Union, and his roots are here. Even if he doesn't join the Light Church, he won't choose us."

"Ah, just as I thought," Wesport said. "But since we're bound to become enemies in the future, it would be best to eliminate a genius like him before he grows stronger."

"The cost will only be greater once he comes into his own."

"You're wise, sir. When should we act? Do you need me to take care of it?"

Wesport looked deeply at Jonathan and smiled sinisterly. "You're feeling the pressure!"

Jonathan smiled coldly. "There's no need for two equally outstanding geniuses in one era!"

"Ruthless. I like it. That's the kind of person who belongs in the Dark Alliance."

"But you don't need to concern yourself with this. I'll handle it myself. I'm pleased that you're willing to help. After a while, once you officially join the Dark Church, you'll naturally be given assignments."

Jonathan put on an obedient expression. "Understood, sir."

He knew Wesport had brought him along to keep an eye on him, so he had behaved with great deference the entire journey.

If he found the right opportunity, he could kill them all if he gave it everything he had.

But after a little more time passed, his chances would be even better.

There was also Gilmer, who was on his must-kill list. He was considering whether to kill him before leaving.

"If I get a good opportunity."

A red glint flashed in his eyes. He closed them and began cultivating in his room.