Chapter 292

Swish!

Arthur's long sword traced a cold arc of light; his refined sword aura, like an invisible blade, instantly cleaved a charging Saxon warrior and his weapon in two!

He turned his wrist, unleashing a backhand strike; erupting with massive force, he diagonally split another enemy attacking from the side!

Blood spattered, yet his gaze remained calm as he looked for his next target.

"Kid! Don't be so arrogant!!"

A roar rang out; an exceptionally burly Saxon leader with a ferocious scar on his face stepped forward from the crowd.

He brandished his heavy longsword, which carried a fierce whoosh, and slashed out; a crude yet potent dark-red blade aura howled toward Arthur!

Arthur blocked with a horizontal sword.

Clang!

The metallic clash exploded, and shockwaves rolled.

Arthur steadied himself to receive the blow, his face showing just the right amount of surprise as he looked at the scarred leader:

"This blade aura……"

Seeing Arthur's surprised expression, the scarred leader assumed he was intimidated by his strength, and immediately grew smug, sneering:

"What? Can't take it? If you know fear, kneel and beg for mercy—I'll give you a quick death, old man!"

However, Arthur shook his head and said in a flat tone: "No, what I mean is……"

"Too weak."

The smug look on the scarred leader's face froze instantly, turning to rage: "…………"

"Weak? Wait until I chop you into mincemeat and see if you can still talk tough!"

Feeling utterly insulted, he roared:

"Frenzy!"

His muscles bulged violently, straining his leather armor with creaking sounds; the strange rune tattoos on his skin flared crimson!

His speed and power surged instantly, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and he became a blur of afterimages accompanied by piercing shrieks, swinging his longsword in wild, angled attacks at Arthur!

Faced with this storm‑like assault, Arthur unexpectedly stood his ground, even slowly closing his eyes as if giving up resistance.

"Die, brat!" The scarred leader's eyes flashed with cruel delight, thinking Arthur had been stunned by his speed; he gathered all his strength into his longsword and brought it down heavily onto Arthur's head!

Just as the blade was about to touch his hair—

Swish!

A sword light faster, sharper, and colder than any before flashed like the sole lightning in the night!

"Ugh——!"

The scarred leader let out a piercing scream; his right arm, sword in hand, was severed at the shoulder, spraying blood into the air!

He staggered back, his face twisted in extreme pain and disbelief, staring at his empty shoulder and howling:

"How……how is this possible?! You clearly……"

No answer, and no chance to catch his breath.

Arthur's figure approached like a ghost; his longsword, like the whisper of a death god, lightly thrust and pierced his heart precisely.

The scarred leader's roar cut off instantly, the light in his eyes faded quickly, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Meanwhile, although Kai had not received personal guidance from Yu Lin, over the past year he had watched and pondered Arthur's training from afar, and afterward he constantly pestered Arthur for advice on power techniques and combat experience.

Naturally talented, combined with diligent study and Arthur's unreserved sharing, his strength had long since surpassed his former self.

Now he charged into the enemy ranks; with his sword light flashing, ordinary Saxon warriors were hardly a match for him.

His sword technique may not equal Arthur's, but it was still beyond what these enemies could block!

Coupled with the veteran Ekete directing from the side and the other young villagers united in hatred……

The battle turned into a one‑sided rout.

In the blink of an eye, the forty‑plus Saxon raiders who had come with murderous intent were completely wiped out!

On Ekete's side, only a few suffered minor injuries, with no fatalities—a truly satisfying, thorough victory!

Kai wiped the blood from his sword onto a corpse's clothing and sheathed it.

He scanned the chaotic battlefield, tried to put on a stern face, imitating the bearing of an imagined master, and spoke in a calm tone:

"Hmph, overestimating yourself. You didn't even bother to ask—this is my……"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a solid slap from Sir Ekete struck the back of his head, scattering the faint "masterly aura" he had just mustered.

"You damned brat!" Ekete glared at him, coldly saying: "Where did the steadiness and composure I usually teach you go?! Who let you charge out heedlessly?! Huh?!"

He pointed at the enemy corpses on the ground, his tone turning serious:

"This time we won because we were lucky and our strength overwhelmed them, making victory easy."

"If next time we encounter a more cunning, stronger foe who sets traps or ambushes, your reckless charge would only drag everyone to their deaths!"

Kai clutched the back of his head, grimacing, but under his father's stern gaze he dared not retort, only muttering softly: "I……I just thought I had seized the moment……"

Ekete gave him a glance, still wanting to scold a few more words, but seeing his two sons—though a bit disheveled—had quickly grown into reliable warriors in battle, a deep‑seated pride and relief flickered in his eyes.

Forget it; I'll teach them slowly later.

"But you did well today." He turned:

"Clean up; we'll have a bonfire feast tonight!"

"Is this the holy land of the magic master?"

Yu Lin stood at the edge of the valley, gazing down at the wondrous sight.

Within the deep valley stood dozens of towers of various shapes, not built of ordinary brick and stone but of some special material that glimmered with faint light; countless intricate and mysterious magic runes covered their surfaces, flickering like breathing, converging into a rich magic aura that enveloped the whole valley in a mysterious energy field.

The most striking was the one tower standing exactly at the center of all the towers.

It far surpasses its peers, towering majestically; estimated height at least a hundred meters, piercing the clouds, the spire seems about to pierce the firmament.

If viewed from an extremely high sky, one can clearly see that the distribution of all these towers is not chaotic but forms an enormous, intricately structured Magic Array diagram, and that highest central tower is precisely the undisputed core and energy hub of the entire Magic Array.

Yu Lin observed with interest the crystallization of this magic civilization, turning his head to Merlin beside him and said:

「So many towers, which one is yours? 」

Merlin, upon hearing this, showed a faint yet slightly reserved smile on his face.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing his finger at the hundred-meter tower that stood like a sovereign over the valley, and replied in a calm tone:

「The highest one. 」