ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 221: THE MARVEL OF THE SILENT SWORDPLAY

The clash between Forbes Hernandez and Aric Alexandria reached its peak, their blades meeting in an explosive collision of light and silence. Forbes, drenched in sweat but unwavering, kept his calm demeanor intact, while Aric’s fiery aura, amplified by the Blade of Dawn, threatened to engulf the arena entirely.

The audience leaned forward in anticipation, their eyes glued to the battlefield. This was no ordinary duel—it was a collision of mastery and raw power.

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Aric, smirking, suddenly spoke up "Impressive endurance, Forbes, but light will always pierce through the dark. Let’s finish this."

Aric raised the Blade of Dawn high, channeling his light magic into it until the blade itself became a radiant sun. The sheer brilliance forced the spectators to shield their eyes, and the very air around Aric shimmered with heat and energy.

He descended upon Forbes like a comet, his blade streaking toward his opponent with the force of a collapsing star. The coliseum erupted in cheers, certain that this final strike would end the duel.

But Forbes, ever silent, remained motionless until the very last moment. As the blazing blade came within inches of him, his eyes flickered with a sharp resolve, and his aura shifted.

Forbes suddenly took a single step forward, his body flowing with the precision of a dancer, and his sword moved in an arc so smooth and deliberate it seemed to defy time itself. The crowd fell silent, as if the technique had robbed them of their voices.

The air around Forbes stilled, and all sound seemed to vanish as if consumed by an invisible void. His blade shimmered faintly—not with light or energy, but with an otherworldly absence of sound.

Eclipsing Silence, the pinnacle of the Silent Swordplay, was unleashed.

In one fluid motion, Forbes sidestepped Aric’s blazing assault, his sword slicing through the overwhelming light aura with an almost surreal ease. The Blade of Dawn missed by a hair’s breadth as Forbes reappeared behind Aric, his sword sheathed once more as if it had never been drawn.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, with a resounding CRACK, the light surrounding Aric shattered like glass. He froze mid-step, his body trembling as a faint slash mark appeared on his blade arm, the Blade of Dawn clattering to the ground in defeat.

Aric fell to one knee, panting heavily as his radiant aura dissipated. The coliseum was stunned into silence, the weight of Forbes’ technique leaving an indelible impression on all who witnessed it.

Forbes spoke as his voice was calm and steady for the first time. "Power without restraint is chaos, Aric. Remember that."

Aric looked up at him, his pride stinging more than his wound, but he gave a reluctant nod of acknowledgment.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, the realization of Forbes’ victory sending waves of excitement through the spectators.

Eldric, awestruck in the commoners’ area. "That… wasn’t just a technique. It was art."

In the VIP section, Castenada leaned back in his seat, his face a mix of relief and pride.

Marel, beside him, shook his head in disbelief. "Forbes Hernandez… He’s beyond formidable. That technique… it wasn’t just mastery—it was perfection."

Kael Dragonyx, seated nearby, watched the scene with narrowed eyes, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Interesting… So that’s the swordsmanship of the Pacesetters’ prodigy."

Forbes extended a hand to Aric, helping him to his feet. Despite his defeat, Aric’s demeanor remained composed, though his grip on Forbes’ hand was firm.

Aric suddenly said softly. "You’ve earned this victory, Forbes. But don’t think I won’t come back stronger."

Forbes offered a subtle nod before turning away, his silent presence commanding the respect of everyone in the arena. As he walked back to his corner, the crowd continued to roar, his name echoing throughout the coliseum.

Seraphine Gale, who had reappeared to oversee the duels, gave a rare smile as she glanced at Forbes from above. "Impressive. Let’s see how far this silence can carry you."

The coliseum was alive with energy, and the tournament pressed on, but one thing was clear—Forbes Hernandez had solidified himself as a force to be reckoned with.

Meanwhile, The tension was palpable in the mini arena where Group D was gathered. The barrier shimmered faintly as it isolated the duelists from the rest of the coliseum, offering the spectators an unobstructed view of the battle about to unfold.

On one side stood Charlotte Stark, her stoic expression unwavering as she adjusted her grip on her massive shield, its surface engraved with runic patterns glowing faintly in response to her mana. Her imposing frame gave her an aura of resilience, one befitting the famed "Iron Wall of the Pacesetters."

Opposite her was Gunther Grent, a member of the Royal Chosen team, spinning his spear effortlessly in his hands. His piercing gaze radiated confidence, and the crowd could sense his hunger for victory. The air around him crackled with the latent energy of his mana, a subtle golden aura cloaking his every movement.

Seraphine Gale, observing from above, raised her hand and signaled the start of the duel. "Begin!"

Gunther wasted no time. With a powerful thrust, he launched forward like a bolt of lightning, his spear blurring as it aimed directly at Charlotte’s midsection.

Gunther, smirking as he spoke up. "Let’s see if that shield of yours can keep up, Stark!"

Charlotte barely had time to brace herself as the spear struck her shield with a resounding CLANG, the impact sending a shockwave through the arena. Gunther’s strikes came fast and furious, his spear a relentless storm of thrusts and sweeps that left Charlotte no room to counterattack.

The Crowd gasped at Gunther’s sheer speed and precision, many convinced that Charlotte wouldn’t last long under such an assault.

"I don’t think that Charlotte girl will hold on for much longer"

"Well that’s to be expected, she is practically the only one who uses only a shield as a weapon in this tournament"

But despite the onslaught, Charlotte stood firm, her shield absorbing each blow like an immovable fortress. Her boots dug into the arena floor as she weathered Gunther’s attacks, her expression calm and focused.

Gunther spun his spear in a wide arc, aiming for her legs, but Charlotte pivoted just in time, angling her shield downward to deflect the strike. Sparks flew as metal met metal, and Gunther’s momentum carried him into another thrust aimed at her shoulder.

Gunther, taunting. "Still hiding behind that shield? You won’t win if you don’t fight back!"

Charlotte’s lips curled into a faint smile as she replied. "Who said I’m not fighting?"

With a sudden burst of strength, she slammed her shield into the ground, creating a shockwave that forced Gunther to leap back. The crowd erupted in cheers at her display of raw power, but Gunther was unfazed.

Gunther adjusted his stance, twirling his spear above his head as he channeled his mana into it. The spear began to glow with a golden light, its tip radiating a fierce energy.

He charged again, this time with even greater speed, the golden light trailing behind him like a comet. His strikes became more aggressive, each one aimed at exploiting any potential weakness in Charlotte’s defense.

Charlotte, gritting her teeth as she thought grimly. ’He’s trying to overwhelm me… but I won’t break.’

She tightened her grip on her shield, maneuvering it with surprising agility despite its size. Every thrust, every sweep, every feint was met with a perfectly timed block or deflection.

But as the duel wore on, the strain began to show. Charlotte’s movements grew slightly slower, her breathing heavier. Gunther, sensing her fatigue, pressed his advantage, unleashing a flurry of strikes that drove her back toward the edge of the arena.

Gunther smirked as he saw his opportunity. With a roar, he leapt into the air, his spear glowing brighter than ever as he prepared to deliver a devastating downward strike.

"This ends now, Stark!"

The crowd held its breath as the spear descended like a thunderbolt.

But Charlotte was ready.

At the last possible moment, she shifted her weight and raised her shield at an angle, deflecting the spear’s strike and sending Gunther off balance. Seizing the opening, she surged forward, her shield glowing with a soft blue light as she infused it with her mana.

Charlotte then said calmly. "You talk too much."

With a thunderous BOOM, she bashed Gunther with her shield, the force of the blow sending him skidding across the arena floor. The crowd erupted in cheers as Charlotte regained control of the duel.

Gunther rose to his feet, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His smirk was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination.

"Not bad, Stark… but this isn’t over."

The duel was far from decided, and the arena buzzed with anticipation as the two combatants prepared for the next exchange. For now, Charlotte had proven that she was more than just a defender—she was a warrior who refused to yield.