Reynolds Breakthrough

The four of them arrived at the Dawson Chamber of Commerce's branch, where Yale had someone arrange a quiet private room.

They had just traveled all the way there and hadn't eaten lunch, so Garen joined them for another meal.

As they ate and drank, they talked about everything that had happened over the past year or so.

The other three had spent all that time studying at the institute and hadn't experienced much. Linley, on the other hand, had been through a great deal.

He had trained in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, drunk the blood of a living dragon and transformed into a Dragonblood Warrior, advanced to Level Seven Mage at seventeen, and sold the Dream Awakening Sculpture at auction, becoming the youngest master sculptor on the continent. Then his father had died, he had sought revenge against the king, been captured by the Radiant Church, and escaped during the upheaval in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

They had no idea how Linley was doing now, and they were all very worried about him.

After all, King Clyde of the Fenlai Kingdom had many powerful guards around him, and Linley could run into people from the Radiant Church at any moment.

"Hey, don't worry. Have some faith in Linley. He's our brother—he's not going to get into trouble so easily. Besides, he has me. If he comes to Hess City, I guarantee he'll get his revenge and kill Clyde. If anyone from the Radiant Church dares show up, I'll kill them one by one."

Garen had drunk quite a bit without using battle qi to dispel the alcohol. He was already a little tipsy and had started boasting.

"Garen, what level are you at now?"

Yale asked curiously.

The two of them had stayed in touch, but Yale, George, and Reynolds were so far behind Garen and Linley in Magic Level that they had rarely discussed their strength.

Yale had wondered whether asking Garen about his strength would make him seem like a flatterer. Strength was a private matter for experts, and he didn't want Garen to misunderstand.

Garen, meanwhile, hadn't brought it up because he was afraid Yale would think he was showing off. The gap between them was so big that he didn't want to undermine their confidence, and there was no need to.

It was better for the bond between brothers to stay simple, without anything else mixed in.

Yale only asked now because Linley might be in danger.

"I'm at the mid-stage of the ninth rank in human form. As a Tiger-Striped Warrior, I'm at the Saint Realm Mid-Stage. Feeling better now?"

When they heard that Garen had reached the Saint Realm Mid-Stage, the three of them sobered up considerably.

Reynolds was the most dramatic. He stood up and rubbed his ears, his voice rising several pitches.

"S-Saint Realm Mid-Stage? Seriously?"

Garen merely smiled, looking inscrutable. Then he casually patted Xiao Pa on his shoulder and said,

"And I've got a Saint-level magical beast, too."

"Hello, little guys," Xiao Pa greeted them.

The three of them were instantly dumbstruck.

After a while, once they'd confirmed it was true, they all relaxed considerably.

To them, a Saint was an all-powerful being.

Linley was ninth rank, Bebe was ninth rank, Garen was a Saint, and they even had a Saint-level flying magical beast. Killing a ninth-rank king should be a piece of cake.

If a Saint from the Radiant Church showed up, they were all Saints. Even if they couldn't win, they could always run.

All four of them were mages, and none of them had actually gotten drunk. After the meal, Garen took ten Phoenix Blood Fruits out of his Space Ring.

"Reynolds, these are Phoenix Blood Fruits. They can improve your affinity for Fire-style magic. Take these ten and absorb them slowly. They'll improve your potential."

"Phoenix Blood Fruits?"

All three of them came from prominent families and had studied at Ernst Institute for so long, so they'd naturally heard of Phoenix Blood Fruits.

"Th-this is too valuable."

Reynolds didn't know what to do.

Phoenix Blood Fruits were precious, especially to Fire-style mages. They were priceless treasures, practically impossible to find for sale.

"How precious can they be? I have plenty of these. Just take them. Why talk about whether they're valuable between brothers? I just hope you three keep training and reach the Saint Realm. We'll have even more to face together in the future."

The three of them were deeply moved. Garen had reached the Saint Realm, but he hadn't changed at all. He was still the same as he'd been back at the institute.

At Yale and George's urging, Reynolds ate a Phoenix Blood Fruit right then and there.

As soon as it went down, Reynolds's whole body flushed red. Fire-style energy slowly gathered around him, filling the room with fire elements.

The process lasted for several hours. No one came in to disturb them.

"Whew, that was painful. It felt like my muscles and meridians kept bursting and rebuilding themselves. I finally absorbed it all."

Reynolds let out a long breath.

"Check your magical spiritual force," Garen reminded him.

"Hm?"

Reynolds checked his magical spiritual force and was astonished.

"How did it increase so much? I went straight from the early stage of the fifth rank to the early stage of the sixth!"

"Damn, that's incredible. Too bad I don't have an affinity for Fire-style magic. Otherwise, I'd definitely refine a few myself."

Yale watched enviously.

"Maybe this is Reynolds's good fortune," George said.

Yale then took a piece of cloth and covered the Phoenix Blood Fruits on the table. He had someone bring nine exquisite jade boxes.

"Reynolds, hurry and put the Phoenix Blood Fruits in the jade boxes. If they sit out too long, their medicinal properties will fade, and they won't be nearly as effective."

Reynolds happily put the fruits away, grinning from ear to ear.

"You lucky bastard. Once you've absorbed all those Phoenix Blood Fruits, you'll probably be close to the seventh rank."

Yale was green with envy, but he was genuinely happy for his brother.

A few days later, the Dawson Chamber of Commerce still had a lot to arrange, so they hadn't left yet.

But as the city filled with more and more people and the situation grew increasingly tense, the people of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce decided to head north again in a few days.

One day, after Reynolds had finished refining a Phoenix Blood Fruit, the four of them were strolling through the street when they suddenly saw Linley coming out of a weapons shop.

"Third Brother!"

Reynolds reacted first and called out in delight.

"Hm?"

Linley had just turned around when he saw Yale, George, Reynolds, and Garen.

"What are you all doing here?"

Once Linley realized who they were, the frustration he'd felt over being unable to forge a weapon moments earlier vanished.

The five brothers were reunited, and the excitement began all over again.

At the Dawson Chamber of Commerce's residence, Munro Dawson warmly welcomed them. During the meal, he learned that Linley wanted to use Black Obsidian to forge a heavy weapon, so he introduced him to Vincent of the Hyde Clan.

The Hyde Clan was the clan of Violet Flame Warriors, one of the Four Ultimate Warriors.

The next day, the Dragonblood Warrior, Tiger-Striped Warrior, and Violet Flame Warrior gathered together. What a shame that one was still missing.

After they introduced themselves, the three Ultimate Warrior clans got along splendidly, feeling a natural kinship. Then Vincent began forging a weapon for Linley.

Though he'd explained beforehand that the heavy sword might not be able to take an edge, Linley didn't mind. He mainly wanted to use the heavy sword with battle qi to smash things.

Several hours later, the heavy sword was finished. After being quenched, its pitch-black surface grew even deeper in color.

The moment Vincent lifted the heavy sword, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the dark, overcast sky and struck it dead-on.

The power of lightning transformed the black heavy sword perfectly. A blue-green glow flowed across its surface. Its internal structure had fused completely, and its edge had been honed to perfection, turning it into a heavy sword that could kill without drawing blood.

Vincent had been struck by the lightning, but after some basic treatment, his powerful regenerative abilities helped him recover almost completely in no time.

Garen couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the Four Ultimate Warriors truly lived up to their name. They really were... powerful.

And so the heavy sword No Edge was born.

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