Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1172 - 1166: Blade

The cult sorcerer's eyes were filled with extreme anger.

However, although he shouted that he would definitely kill Ronald, through the investigation spell, Ronald discovered that this guy was becoming more cautious, completely different from his outward actions.

This arrogant and wild demeanor...

Perhaps it's just a disguise to lull me into a false sense of security.

With this thought in mind, Ronald took down the Sword of Saint Catherine from his back. Considering the need for confidentiality of his identity, he didn't fully reveal the appearance of this saintly relic, but only untied the cloth around the blade, leaving the hilt and guard still wrapped up.

Swish—

Ronald angled the longsword by his side, assuming a 'come at me whenever you like' confident stance.

The cult sorcerer across from him was momentarily stunned.

The next second, as if he had been insulted beyond measure, his eyes and nose on his face nearly scrunched together, and a torrent of anger erupted.

"You're asking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cult sorcerer also gave a wave of his hand.

The ring originally on his ring finger instantly changed shape, flowing like liquid into his hand, then began to expand in size, finally transforming into a silver-white sharp blade.

Clang—

The cult sorcerer gave the weapon a shake with one hand and then charged forward.

"..."

"Ronald, if it's a sword duel, leave it to me."

Ronald had intended to deal with this enemy himself.

But before he could make a move, Patricia, who was interested in the opponent's use of a longsword, entered the scene. She quietly said a sentence to Ronald, then immediately drew her sword and confronted the cult sorcerer head-on.

Though usually showing intelligence and gentleness, Patricia was, after all, a swordsman. As an heir of Nicholas, her blood told her she should face the challenge brought by a formidable foe.

Clang, clang, clang—

The next second, a series of three clashes of blades rang out.

With magical protection for her weapon, Patricia wasn't worried about it being damaged, and she adopted the fiercest attacking method.

Under such circumstances, she undoubtedly gained an overwhelming advantage.

In just three moves, with powerful slashes and varied sword maneuvers, she forced the cult sorcerer to retreat.

"..."

"You're going too far, you scoundrel!"

After a few more quick sword exchanges, the cult sorcerer shouted, then immediately leaped back, hoping to put some distance between himself and Patricia.

Though he was an original caster.

But through these few sword exchanges, he clearly realized that in swordsmanship, he was no match for the young woman before him.

As for the outcome — he succeeded.

This cult sorcerer from [Giovanni], in personal ability, was evidently far superior to Moyeta of [Anluo Island]. Just by activating some kind of tool tucked in the sole of his shoe, he burst out with astonishing jumping ability, creating distance from Patricia in one go.

"What on earth, this isn't what was agreed upon."

After reestablishing his stance, the cult sorcerer grumbled a few curses. But since the fight had already begun, he didn't dwell on the difference between intelligence and reality. After cursing a couple of times, he returned to a combat stance.

Swish, swish—

This time, the cult sorcerer waved his hand again.

The ring that had just transformed into a longsword changed shape once more, merging with several other rings on his hand, then turning into five small rings wrapped around his fingertips.

At first glance, it seemed like merely a change in the appearance of the rings.

However, with Ronald's exaggerated observational ability, he noticed an alarming detail.

—It's thread. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Each of the rings on his five fingers had a thin silver thread extending from it, dangling to the nearby ground, seemingly indistinguishable.

"Nia, watch out for his rings, they're attached to long strings!"

Ronald, using his alias, warned Patricia.

The swordsman girl, upon hearing this, focused her gaze and took note of the enemy's condition.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz—

Some peculiar and subtle sounds enveloped the cult sorcerer.

This was the characteristic of his new weapon.

Upon infusing magic power into the threads, not only did they gain strength, but the slender threads also acquired a high-speed vibration characteristic.

High-speed vibration, hardness, slenderness...

When these three elements converged onto an object, the resulting cutting ability was perhaps more terrifying than any divine weapon—it elevated the danger level multiple notches.

Patricia's brow also furrowed immediately.

She realized that the enemy in his current form was difficult to deal with, and considering her past battle experience, she had never faced an enemy like this caster before.

How would she overcome such a foe?

"..."

"If you won't come over, I'll come to you!"

At this moment, the cult sorcerer spoke.

He didn't mind that his weapon's transformation had been spotted; on the contrary, he was quite satisfied with Patricia's cautious demeanor. He maintained control over the threads and once again advanced towards Patricia.

"..."

Facing such a scenario, Patricia remained on high alert.

In those few seconds before the cult sorcerer arrived, the swordsman girl ran her fingers along the side of her sword's spine, infusing it with magic as she went.

Clang—

The sword emitted a melodious chime.

With Patricia's actions complete, a blue magic pattern appeared on the blade. Although there were no other changes, Ronald in the back recalled something from this action.

—Cold Strike Blade.

During previous conversations with Patricia, he had learned about this swordsman girl's abilities.

At this moment, the likelihood was high this was related.

"Cult sorcerer, come on!"

With a light shout, Patricia advanced with her sword.

Seeing the swordsman girl's movement, the cult sorcerer flashed a wild grin. In his eyes, the powerful swordsman choosing to confront him directly at this moment was undoubtedly courting death.

So he raised his hand high, then swung it down sharply.

Swish—

In the morning light, the silver threads cut through the air, slicing downwards, as if five light blades formed by beams of light.

In front of him, Patricia immediately adjusted her posture.

At the moment of colliding with the enemy, she swung her longsword upwards at an angle.

Snap—

As the sword blade and threads clashed, her longsword instantly nicked, but before the blade could be completely severed by the threads, the magic power infused by Patricia began to take effect.

At an astonishing speed, the blue magic started to freeze the cult sorcerer's weapon.

Though the hardened material protected the threads from breaking, the cold chill impeded its vibrations and flexibility, directly locking it in its swung-out form.

And what was more unacceptable for the cult sorcerer.

Was that this freezing magic was not only unavoidable but was also spreading towards his hand!

Coupled with the sharp silhouette of Patricia continuing her attack.

There was no doubt—

This was absolutely a life or death moment!