Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

At the center of the battlefield, the moment the golden and the crimson auras intersected, all eyes in the vicinity turned towards the spectacle. Ordinary soldiers might not realize it, but the leaders of both sides knew that the outcome of this duel would determine the war’s end.

Beyond Logan’s plans, Patrik harbored his own belief.

“Even if Master Sword Sage wins, he won’t kill Logan. Would fellow disciples truly seek each other’s lives?”

It might be decided without a real fight.

That faint hope had existed.

But then—

BOOOM!

CLANG! CRASH!

RIP.

With a blast, the duel erupted in bloodshed from the start.

Staggering from a gushing wound at his side, Logan was caught unawares by the Sword Sage’s kick, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Without hesitation, the Sword Sage’s blade swept through the empty ground as a gold aura cut a faint line across his neck.

BANG!

After the intense skirmish, the master and disciple were thrown in opposite directions.

Each stopped the bleeding, their eyes heavy and filled with murderous intent.

Patrik stood agape.

“No way…?!”

Fortunately, his counterpart, Lewis, seemed equally shocked.

WHISH.

The chilling breeze seemed to cool the heated gaze that was more fierce than anyone had anticipated.

“You’ve improved a lot.”

“Thanks to you, Master…!”

BOOM!

Trying to exploit an opening, Logan deflected an incoming blade but couldn’t muster enough strength, pain assaulting his body.

The Sword Sage’s relentless crimson aura charged, targeting Logan’s vitals without hesitation.

“Damn it!”

Logan, already on the back foot, was now forced to unleash 32 layers of golden aura in response.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

His power erased every approaching sword strike, yet his master’s crimson aura only paused momentarily without fading.

With a short gasp, the Sword Sage vanished, only to reappear behind Logan with another tempestuous assault.

BAM!

Logan managed to deflect most of the onslaught and even counterattack.

This was possible due to his transcendental abilities and his familiarity with his master’s sword patterns.

In a moment, blood spurted from Logan’s arm, and the Sword Sage sustained a scratch on his cheek.

Their skills were on display, but their expressions were opposite.

Logan smiled as the Sword Sage murmured in a low voice.

“Such immense talent. Have you memorized all the techniques I taught you?”

“It’s a grace I can’t forget.”

The conversation unfit for a battlefield caused the Sword Sage’s impassive gaze to waver momentarily.

“No need for such words.”

Unfortunately for Logan, his master’s wavering resolve was fleeting, and his movements became even more forceful.

RIP.

As Logan narrowly evaded, the ground where he stood split apart.

He felt a weight like dozens of times his own, a feeling of intense pressure.

‘Heavy Swordsmanship!’

It was the first technique Logan had learned from his master, now pressed with full murderous intent.

“I’ll show it to you slowly. Focus!”

Reminisced his first lesson, Logan’s present was different from before.

His own sword aura pushed back against the oppressiveness.

But along with that, a searing crimson aura split the space where Logan stood.

SWISH.

“Hmm?!”

The Sword Sage naturally responded to the blurred afterimages of Logan, who had mastered the Phantom Shadow Technique to an extreme.

The red and gold auras clashed once more.

GRIND.

“You’ve truly learned well.”

“That’s thanks to your teaching.”

“It’s a pity, all the more for it.”

BANG!

“UGH!”

While the Sword Sage’s melancholic eyes didn’t match the ferocity of his subsequent kick to Logan’s abdomen, the red aura that followed was ruthlessly fast.

Logan, now forced to expend another of his trump cards, activated his Regeneration Bracelet as wounds erupted across his body.

“Using the gracious gifts of His Majesty like that!”

The Sword Sage’s grim expression was followed by a swift incoming strike.

Logan moved instinctively, spotting a slight gap, thanks to the recovering period after his master’s major technique.

‘Afterimage.’

Logan divided into two, each swiping their swords as they passed by the Sword Sage.