Chapter 821: Challenge
He was only a Fifth-Rank Sword Saint, and his weapon was nothing special. Glynn Watson, on the other hand, was completely unharmed—a Sixth-Rank Title Archmage wielding a true spirit magic staff that amplified his spells.
Glynn Watson sneered at Thorne, his face full of disdain.
“Trash like you dares to attack me? Just a mere Fifth-Rank Sword Saint acting as commander for the Merlin Family—I wonder if your family’s run out of people, or if you’re all just garbage. You’re only slightly stronger than the rest of the trash, but to me, you’re still trash!
What are you looking at? Not convinced? Get lost. Right now, I order you to go guard the Horn of Plenty. Tell your Merlin Family to send another piece of trash as commander.”
Glynn Watson shouted arrogantly, his voice echoing with pride. He didn’t care that this was the Merlin Family’s Flame Demon Fortress, surrounded by their people. He glanced around, eyes cold, not bothering with any of the distant onlookers.
These foolish Merlin Family idiots dare defy me. Hmph—just wait. If it weren’t for keeping Lord Seth’s secrets and maximizing the Watson Family’s interests, I’d have killed all you fools already!
Just wait. When the all-out assault on the Furyflame Plane begins, that’ll be your death sentence—not just Thorne Merlin, but that Mafa Merlin too. If you’re a Merlin, you’re dead!
At that moment, Seth and Leon walked out of the command tent. Seth looked embarrassed—he’d tried to stop the fight when it started, but it was already too late.
Leon’s face was cold. He ignored Glynn Watson’s arrogance and turned to Thorne.
“Lord Thorne, it’s been months—how have you not improved at all? So weak, yet you’re the Merlin Family’s commander? At the very least, you must never back down in battle. Who told you to stop? Keep fighting!”
Leon’s tone was as frigid as a northern wind. Seth opened his mouth, but said nothing—just gave a bitter smile.
Glynn Watson burst out laughing.
“Is talking big all you Merlin Family people can do? Thorne, this useless fool, could never beat me. A Fifth-Rank Sword Saint dares to challenge me? Not killing him is mercy enough. What, you idiots still don’t know your place? Want to die? Come on, I’m especially good at illusions—attack me together, I don’t mind. I’ll be waiting.”
Glynn Watson rolled his eyes and stood there, unmoving. Hah, that Mafa Merlin is an idiot too. This isn’t me stirring up trouble—I’m not even making a move. The Merlin Family just insists on throwing themselves to their deaths. If Thorne and Mafa both attack, and I ‘accidentally’ kill them, well, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it…
Thorne stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a bitter smile. He didn’t answer Leon.
No way I can win. Glynn Watson might be arrogant, but he’s strong—raised in the Watson Family’s ancestral grounds, given the best education, powerful, young, already a Sixth-Rank Title Archmage, and he’s holding a true spirit magic weapon.
A Fifth-Rank Sword Saint can’t compare to a Sixth-Rank Title Archmage. My injuries haven’t healed, and now I’m hurt again. At best, I can fight at seventy percent strength. How could I possibly beat Glynn Watson…
Leon saw Thorne only give a bitter smile, making no move to fight. He sneered and casually tossed Thorne a glass bottle.
“Try this.”
Inside the transparent glass bottle was a pale golden liquid, with a single drop of swirling blood suspended at its center.
This was one of Leon’s spoils from his last expedition—a drop of God-Demon Blood. The pale gold solution was specially concocted to preserve its potency, ensuring the blood’s power didn’t fade.
Thorne grabbed the bottle, not caring what it was exactly. He knew Leon was a master alchemist, so this had to be some powerful potion.
Thorne swallowed the potion, blood and all. Seconds later, he let out a guttural roar—his once-pale skin flushed as if scorched by fire.
Veins bulged across his forehead and arms, thunder rumbled inside his body like a storm brewing in his gut.
A wild aura erupted from Thorne, tinged with the essence of God-Demon. That power seeped into him, merging deeper with every breath.
In an instant, Thorne’s strength surged—wounds healed, and the power that had stagnated for so long began to grow again.
Stunned, Thorne could feel his strength climbing with each heartbeat. His battle aura boiled and expanded, his mind sharpening, the barrier that once seemed insurmountable dissolving before him.
Sixth-Rank Sword Saint—right before his eyes!
Roar!
With a furious cry, Thorne’s aura exploded. His whole body seemed to ignite with invisible flames. The released battle aura solidified, forming a suit of crimson crystal armor around him.
He broke through!
Sixth-Rank Sword Saint!
The gap between Fifth-Rank and Sixth-Rank Sword Saint was enormous. Advancing from First to Fifth Rank could be done with time and effort.
But crossing from Fifth to Sixth Rank was like becoming a Title Archmage—it required a unique insight. Without that, you might never break through, no matter how long you lived.
Especially after reaching Sixth-Rank, the once-unruly battle aura could be controlled, condensed into a battle armor. Not only did defense soar, but with finer control, combat power skyrocketed too.
Thorne gripped his greatsword, eyes blazing. He felt certain—his current self could easily slay his former self without even taking a scratch.
This was Sixth-Rank Sword Saint—unbelievably powerful!
Beside him, Green was stunned. He had no idea what potion Leon had given Thorne, but it had triggered a breakthrough on the spot!