Birth of the Demonic Sword

Chapter 1452 1452. Parts

King Elbas didn't get the chance to kill his opponent. Percival began to escape after his lightning bolts became useless against the Royal, and his speed wasn't something that King Elbas could match.

Still, Jordan chased Percival and finished him off with a massive gale. King Elbas had already injured him, so she didn't need to start another fight.

Jordan also flew in Don's aid. The hybrid had suffered many injuries during his unfavorable battle, but his superior resilience allowed him to continue to fight. Yet, his opponents were too many, so he didn't manage to deal finishing blows after defeating a few of them.

Jordan in her dragon form took care of those liquid stage cultivators and made sure that no one escaped. The less the Crystal City knew about them, the higher their chances of surviving future attacks.

Noah had watched the various battles through his consciousness. He had seen Don's violent fight against that group of liquid stage cultivators. He had witnessed the power of King Elbas' individuality. He had felt in awe in front of Jordan's dragon form.

His companions were monsters, just like him. Don was the expert who wasn't entirely off the scale, but his law allowed him to enhance his already superior features. The hybrid was also on his path to becoming an existence that normal labels couldn't describe.

'To think that she could transform into a dragon,' Noah thought as he watched the massive beast shrinking and regaining a human form.

Jordan winked toward Noah when she sensed his gaze on her naked body. His stare carried no lust. Noah only wanted to see if he could understand the secret behind her transformation. Still, Jordan didn't mind and let him watch as she wore a robe taken out of her space-ring.

'That guy is also quite troublesome,' Noah thought as his attention moved on King Elbas. 'I guess he really is the best at what he does.'

King Elbas' abilities seemed the best among the members of the group. The Royal could become immune to laws as long as he managed to develop a substance that countered their true meanings.

Noah could force his cultivation level to grow and skip entire stages as long as his potential reflected those improvements. Yet, King Elbas could render individualities useless. His expertise could also make him the most troublesome of the opponents.

If he had to speak the truth, Noah wouldn't feel completely confident in a one versus one battle against King Elbas. He would have the upper hand in the fight, but he didn't know if he could win.

Still, one thing became certain in his mind after that battle. The growth of every living being was exponential, but no existence could compare to the hybrids in that field. The strength that they could wield once they reached the solid stage was immense, and Jordan was a living example of that fact.

Noah began to wonder about the power wielded by the leaders of the Legion. Jordan appeared far stronger than any other solid stage cultivator, so the rank 8 existences inside her organization had to feature a larger difference of power against humans at a similar level.

'That difference will be greater with me,' Noah concluded as he closed his eyes to assess the damage on his body. 'I will surpass even the monsters sitting on the eighth rank. My potential is so high that even solid stage "Breath" can't satisfy me.'

Noah's body still featured many injures even if the effects of the flames had run out. Spiderwebs of cracks covered his whole skin, and internal wounds still leaked blood through the body.

His flames had only managed to stabilize his body at that time. Those injuries had taken roots now, so he couldn't fly toward another area to burn something that could make him heal faster.

Those injuries were part of his body now, and only a normal healing process could fix them. Absorbing, eating, and burning "Breath" would fill his black hole with energy that would reach his tissues only after the organ purified it.

Jordan, Don, and King Elbas flew toward Noah and sat next to him after their battles were over. Only Jordan didn't suffer any injury. The others were far from their peak condition.

King Elbas had lost almost half of his torso. Golden flames flowed out o his injury and slowly rebuilt the missing tissues, but it was clear that the process would take a while to end.

Don had suffered wounds of different nature from his many opponents. His skin featured a multitude of injuries that slowly closed as he filled his body with energy. A dantian from a liquid stage cultivator was already in his grasp. The expert was only waiting to understand the gravity of his situation before starting to train again.

"Why don't you divide those?" King Elbas asked when he saw the suppressed dantian in Don's grasp.

"Jordan has killed more than me, Don explained. "I'm only using my share."

"I have the dantians that I've managed to save," Jordan explained as tinges of draconic voices leaked into her voice. "I will divide everything I found according to our service in this battle."

Jordan took out a few liquid stage dantians and gave them to King Elbas.

"Why so few to me?" King Elbas asked as he inspected the goods in his palm.

"You let your opponent escape," Jordan explained. "That alone takes away points."

"He was almost dead," King Elbas replied.

"Almost doesn't count," Jordan continued. "You will get less than us. Still, there isn't much to seize."

The members of the Crystal City had special items to store objects. Even King Elbas would struggle to break those defenses. It was also unclear whether he could approach those space-rings undisturbed.

However, their assailants didn't only come from the Crystal City. The members of Percival's guilds carried unprotected space-rings that Jordan had already opened and inspected.

"Don is also fine like this, right?" Jordan asked.

"You all took care about the enemies in the solid stage," Don said. "Elbas deserves some of their items."

Jordan sighed as she threw a few space-rings toward King Elbas. The expert fell silent after he received his resources.

"Your turn," Jordan continued. "What do you want?"

"What about dantians in the solid stage?" Noah asked, but Jordan shook her head.

"None left," Jordan replied. "You made your opponent explode. Mine are nothing more than meat pulps now. It's either items or items for us. You only have to decide which suits you the most."

Noah expanded his consciousness at that point. His mental waves flowed inside Jordan's space-ring and inspected the various items she had collected through the battlefield.

One item immediately attracted his attention. It was Charles' white blade, which had survived the detonation of the countless Instabilities.

Part of the item had suffered some damage during the explosion, but Noah felt sure that he could restore it. The sword also was an upper tier weapon, so he didn't mind investing resources to fix it.

The other items were quite useless for him. The liquid stage cultivators didn't own much in general, and Percival was even relatively poor. He had some techniques and notes about his individuality, but they mainly targeted experts with a lightning aptitude.

Those techniques were useless for Noah, so he took the white sword, along with the notes and other potions that focused on the body.