The Sword Emperor Transmigrates-Chapter 207

It landed perfectly!

Leonard’s pupils narrowed as he watched the Aura Dragon’s breath, Spirit Burst, engulf the two Wraith Kings. The Dragon Eyes allowed him to perceive elements beyond mortal comprehension, helping him grasp the situation.

The damage from Uluka’s fire sword was leagues above Grace’s ice sword or the damage Leonard had previously inflicted with the Eastern God Style. The sheer force at play here belonged to an entirely different realm of power.

■■, ■■■■...!

Cybele staggered backward, her expression betraying her pain, shielding her face with her arms. Spirit Burst was directly burning through her Demigod Tier spiritual body. After all, the true form of a Wraith King was that of a Spirit King, an entity independent of the physical world.

The Aura Dragon, manifested through the Soul-Breaker, was essentially the natural enemy of any spirit-based life form.

High-class magic or augmented energy attacks could certainly harm spiritual bodies, but it's incredibly inefficient.

Entities belonging to the Spirit Realm, a sub-dimension closest to the Material Realm, were naturally resistant or even immune to physical force and magical phenomena. This was why destroying a Spriggan’s vessel barely harmed its true form.

When a Spirit King ascended to the Demigod Tier, they became similar to natural phenomena, making it challenging even for Demigod Tier martial arts to inflict damage on their spiritual form.

Though Demigod Tier attacks would still affect Wraith Kings, their efficiency would be at least halved.

Grrrrrooooaaaar!

Even Vulcanus, the Wraith King enduring the Spirit Burst with his massive body of lava, let out a deep groan from his maw. The lava, reinforced with his power, was easily pierced, and his true form was being gouged out.

If the Spirit Burst weren’t a flame-based attack, Vulcanus wouldn’t have lasted this long.

Uluka’s unique trait is a flame that specifically targets spiritual entities, burning their very souls. No one would be better suited than him for the role of Green Dragon Commander.

Indeed, this ability was perfect for the leader of the Green Dragon Order, whose main enemies were the Spriggans. While understanding that firsthand, Leonard didn’t let his guard down. Although two of the Wraith Kings were trapped in the Spirit Burst, another one remained in the area.

■■■■■.

Sure enough, while Uluka was focusing on the two Wraith Kings, Boreas, who had been observing the battlefield from very far away, made his move.He drew in air from several kilometers around him, compressing it into a projectile no larger than an adult's fist.

As befitting his title of the Razor Wind[1], his winds could cut through anything—high-class magic, Aura Blades, and even metals like adamantium.

Leonard’s sword, however, didn’t shatter when it blocked the projectile, as it was reinforced by the Unbreakable authority.

When dealing with powers that interfere in the realm of concepts, victory can only be achieved within that same realm.

Leonard glanced down at the marks left on his sword. He intuitively knew that he wouldn’t be able to block the next one in the same manner. Boreas’ shot had already chipped away a significant portion of the authority Pollux had imbued in the blade. Blocking once was fine, but doing it two or three times would likely cause the blade to shatter.

On the bright side, Leonard wouldn’t be taken by surprise a second time. If Boreas unleashed the same attack again, Leonard would be able to predict it.

As expected, he’s targeting Captain Uluka, not me. Is his unique trait, which can directly affect spiritual entities, really that threatening?

The compressed wind bullet, now revealing its form in the world beyond one second, was aimed at Uluka, not Leonard. It was a decisive strike, the fastest Boreas could launch from the maximum distance.

A direct hit would be fatal even for a commander, but a Demigod Tier warrior wouldn’t be caught off guard, not even from tens of kilometers away.

—Can you block it?

Uluka’s thoughts flowed into Leonard’s mind as the world around them turned black and white with his heightened perception.

Under normal circumstances, Uluka wouldn’t have needed to leave the defense to Leonard, but he was too focused on maintaining the Spirit Burst to either block or evade the shot. If he tried to handle it alone, he would lose the chance to cripple Vulcanus and Cybele.

So, Leonard chose to meet his expectations.

—I’ll place my trust in you.

Uluka, seeing the determination in Leonard’s eyes, poured his concentration back into the battle. If Leonard made a mistake, Uluka himself would be in a critical situation, and yet he trusted him with his life. Though they differed in values and mentality—Leonard being a martial artist, and Uluka a commander—their lives, both devoted to martial prowess, were not that different.

The young man, entrusted with the commander’s life, raised his sword high.

This time, I’m half a beat ahead.

For a defender, being half a beat ahead didn’t necessarily provide an overwhelming advantage, but it could enhance the effectiveness of a counterattack.

Northern God Style

Instance Opening Counter Technique

Deep Frost Shroud

The augmented qi rising from Leonard’s sword extended several meters, forming the shape of a Seven Star Sword. This was the manifestation of the authority of Death symbolized by Xuanwu.

Though incomplete, this sword had once managed to sever Heaven’s Annihilation—the flame of cause and destruction. Even if the projectile moved at the speed of light, if Leonard could anticipate it by a second—or even a tenth of a second—he could block it.

Though Boreas’ compressed projectile moved faster than the speed of sound, it was still far slower than the speed of light, and thus no exception to this rule.

Crack...! Crackle...!

Deep Frost Shroud was a counterattack technique. Blocking the opponent’s attack was simply the preparatory stage for the counter. The compressed air, halted by the Seven Star Sword, instantly froze over.

“When you step on frost, firm ice soon follows.”

Deep Frost Shroud was a conceptual martial art that could turn a statue formed by augmented energy into an ice sculpture. As such, a force solely focused on power and range, lacking in willpower or intent, had no way of resisting the frost.

Though the projectile, completely seized by the concept of Deep Frost Shroud, kept struggling to break free, it was futile.

Controlling something from tens of kilometers away was entirely different from holding it in your hands.

Leonard had easily overpowered the razor wind, steering the projectile off course to protect Uluka. Now frozen, the projectile was no longer controlled by Boreas. Instead, it was aimed at his allies.

Immediately after—

Vulcanus’ upper body, which had been trapped in the Spirit Burst, exploded. His defenses had already been torn apart by the flames that scorched even his spiritual form. The moment the frosty qi of Deep Frost Shroud infiltrated him, the compressed air detonated, creating a violent blast as if a bomb had gone off inside him.

■■■■?! ■■■!?

As Vulcanus’ form disintegrated due to the mistake of his ally, Cybele, who had been hit by the full brunt of the Spirit Burst, let out a shrill scream.

The swamp’s surface area, already shrinking rapidly, now receded at double the speed following Vulcanus’ collapse. At this rate, Cybele would soon lose her form and be pulled back into the embrace of Yggdrasil.

“Tch, the birdbrain’s on his way.”

However, Uluka withdrew the Spirit Burst and took a large step back. Although it would have been ideal to force Cybele to reverse-summon, the enemy’s response had been too quick.

Boreas had appeared.

Rumbleee...

The massive figure, shaped like a giant eagle, emitted a thunderous aura, as if encased in a swirling storm. From kilometers above, Boreas looked down upon the battlefield, and with one mighty shake of his wings, the storm winds morphed into hundreds of razor gusts, raining down on Uluka and Leonard.

Each gust carried enough power to rival—perhaps even surpass—the attack power of a Transcendence Tier warrior. And yet, Uluka swung his sword with a cold sneer.

“Pathetic. Is that your idea of a warning shot?”

His Aura Dragon, mirroring its master’s mockery, opened its jaws and released a flame that spread wide, rather than a focused beam. The wind blades were instantly consumed by the fire.

However, Boreas had managed to buy enough time for Cybele to gather her power once more. Expanding the swamp, now reduced to less than thirty percent of its original size, she summoned a few mudworms through her authority of Decay. The grotesque creatures opened their wide maws menacingly, their purple eyes glowing.

“Hmm.”

Leonard grasped the balance of power between the Wraith King and the commander, now locked in a standoff, and furrowed his brow.

Are we still at a disadvantage? The Wraith Kings aren’t even fighting at full strength. Unlike them, who can be revived by the World Tree even if reverse-summoned, any losses on our side would be catastrophic. They’re clearly taking advantage of that.

The fact that the Wraith Kings had assessed the commanders’ positions and abilities, functioning as a reconnaissance unit, was no mere coincidence. Similarly, the three of them hadn’t converged on Leonard’s sector at random; they had judged it as the weakest point.

The Spriggans had already realized that removing even one person from the battlefield would tip the scales greatly in their favor.

“Don’t worry too much.”

At that moment, Uluka casually lifted his sword with a relaxed expression. “As long as no one dies, no one gets hurt, and we win, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re right, Commander,” Leonard replied with a fierce grin.

No warrior would march into battle expecting defeat. No matter how formidable the opponent was, the essence of martial arts was to face them with the intent to win, and even when faced with insurmountable odds, a true martial artist would oppose them with the spirit of a mantis confronting a chariot.

That was the duty of a martial artist.

“Hold them off for just thirty seconds.”

“Understood.”

As the two made their plan, Boreas and Cybele moved. Clearly agitated by the earlier hit from the inferior beings in front of them, the Wraith Kings’ momentum was fiercer than before.

A whirlpool of razor wind rushed down, tearing through the clouds, while the power of Decay surged like a tidal wave of mud, aiming to swallow the two whole. It was a combined assault, from above and below, as powerful as a natural disaster.

Caught in between, Leonard would instantly be shredded to pieces, even with the defensive techniques of the Northern God Style.

Soul-Breaker

Uluka’s Aura Dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Western God Style

Cutter of All Things

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Sky and Clouds Piercer

Facing the towering wave of mud, Leonard countered with Sky and Clouds Piercer. His slash, sharp enough to sever even conceptual realms, cut through the mud, momentarily negating Cybele’s control and causing it to sink back into the swamp.

The battlefield naturally split: Uluka against Boreas, and Leonard against Cybele.

Cybele glared at Leonard, her eyes ablaze with hatred. She had not forgotten how he had awakened her true ego through the Eastern God Style in their previous encounter. Now, she focused solely on him, completely disregarding Uluka.

Rumble rumble!

Dodging the torrents of mud spewed by the mudworms, Leonard leaped back hundreds of meters with Sword Manipulation, carefully observing Cybele’s movements. If she repeated her previous tactics, he would either counter with the Eastern God Style or preemptively dodge her attacks.

Considering my current condition and my remaining celestial energy, I can only directly counter her attacks four or five more times. I’ll have to preserve my strength while keeping her occupied.

He was confident Uluka wouldn’t lose in a duel against Boreas. Leonard’s role was simply to hold his own and prevent Cybele from joining forces with Boreas.

With that resolve, he braced himself. Balancing both feet on the blades of his swords, Leonard accelerated to three times the speed of sound.

1. Razor Wind (削風) and Northern Wind (朔風) are both written as 삭풍 in the Korean alphabet, but they have different Chinese characters. ☜