First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Desperation

Deep within the forest, far from Orion’s desperate struggle, another fierce confrontation raged. The moon cast soft light onto a clearing, illuminating the combatants locked in mortal combat.

Edgar faced the kidnapper leader and his vice-leader, his cold eyes calmly assessing the foes who stood opposite him.

The kidnapper leader, a tall, old, imposing figure clad in dark armor, brandished a spear that radiated with a menacing aura.

His vice-leader stood slightly behind, adorned in robes interwoven with verdant runes, staff raised and eyes flickering with alert cunning.

The wood-element mage stood poised, ready to unleash spells of devastating power at any moment.

Edgar’s expression was stone-cold, unmoved by their intimidating presence. He held his blade loosely, the weapon’s black surface glinting ominously under the fractured moonlight.

When he finally spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, resonating icily across the clearing.

"You’ve hidden your origins well until now," Edgar declared coldly, stepping forward slowly, sword raised in a deceptively casual stance. "But I’ve had enough of your games. Reveal yourselves and who sent you."

The leader’s eyes narrowed, a sneer twisting his lips. "Arrogant bastard, you think you’re worthy of questioning me?" With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, spear thrusting sharply toward Edgar’s chest.

Edgar calmly raised his sword, his movements unnaturally fluid and swift. He parried the strike with ease, sparks erupting violently where spear and sword clashed.

Without hesitation, Edgar spun gracefully, his blade tracing an elegant arc—an unmistakably unique pattern imbued with dark, sinister intent.

The kidnapper leader’s eyes widened in immediate shock. He instantly leaped backward, fear momentarily breaking through his bravado. "That sword move..." he sputtered, eyes flashing with recognition. "You’re that Demon Sword Edgar!"

Edgar’s expression remained chillingly indifferent, neither confirming nor denying. Instead, his voice hardened further. "Since you recognize me, it would be wise to start talking. Who are you, and who sent you after us?"

The leader gritted his teeth, confidence slightly shaken but determination still blazing in his eyes.

He quickly assessed their situation, glancing briefly toward the distant horizon. His lips curled into a grim smile as realization dawned on him. "Since you’re fighting alone, it means that old couple isn’t here, are they? All we need is to defeat you quickly and—"

His voice abruptly faltered as an overwhelming pressure surged through the forest. A distinct, primal aura pulsed through the clearing, potent and unmistakable: Dragon’s Might. Yet, it was strangely unique, unlike any they had encountered before.

The leader’s head snapped sharply toward the source, his eyes widening with disbelief. He muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, "Another draconian...?"

Edgar’s eyes also flickered toward the direction of the sudden, overwhelming aura. Recognition flashed briefly across his face, shock and worry battling within his cold demeanor. ’That’s Orion’s mana signature... how is it so powerful?’

His pulse quickened slightly, concern gripping his heart. However, he forcibly calmed himself, knowing he could not afford distraction.

"Enough of this!" Edgar roared sharply, refocusing immediately. He surged forward, blade cleaving the air with lethal precision.

The vice-leader swiftly intervened, chanting quickly as verdant mana surged from his staff. "Emerald Grace!" A powerful wave of life-infused mana rushed toward the kidnapper leader, strengthening his physique, increasing his agility, and reinforcing his defenses.

Emboldened, the leader counterattacked, his spear thrusting fiercely once more. Edgar deflected skillfully, dancing seamlessly between offense and defense.

The vice-leader continued unleashing spells from behind—entangling vines erupting from the earth, thick wooden spikes hurtling dangerously toward Edgar.

Yet Edgar remained unflinching, slicing through each obstacle. His swordsmanship was impeccable, movements graceful yet deadly.

He maneuvered expertly, anticipating attacks even before they occurred, rapidly adapting to the evolving battle.

The kidnapper leader snarled, frustration building rapidly. "How is he holding us both back alone?! Damn it!"

Edgar remained silent, his cold eyes never wavering. His voice came again, colder and more dangerous than ever, his sword glowing ominously in his grip. "This ends now. Tell me who you serve, or die nameless in this forsaken place."

"Hah! If we can’t defeat you, then neither can you. Forget about saving that brat, he will die from all of my men there." The kidnapper leader’s eyes flickered with brutality.

He exchanged a glance with his vice-leader, coming to a tactical understanding to use all the treasures they had collected to quickly defeat the Demon Sword in front of them because the reward of two draconians was far too enticing.

***

Back in front of Orion, the Tier 7 enemy moved with cruel precision—cold, calculated brutality. No wasted motion, no hesitation; just overwhelming power concentrated in every strike.

He vanished in a blur, appearing directly before Orion in the blink of an eye. A fist swung out like an executioner’s axe, impossibly fast and devastatingly precise.

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