Yuri's discovery was actually noticed by others as well.
When Jill's body began to emanate a layer of crimson magical energy, growing stronger under its enchantment, many people noticed the problem with this swordsman.
"Ahh, so that man is a Demon Swordsman who practices Demon Sword Style, huh?"
The young nobleman from the royal capital exclaimed, his expression suddenly enlightened.
"Demon Sword Style?"
The young nobleman's attendant, upon hearing his master's words, immediately showed a shocked expression.
"Isn't that the swordsmanship that caused chaos three years ago?"
"Yeah, that one." The young nobleman nodded.
This was something widely known even by ordinary people.
Just three years ago, a group of very peculiar swordsmen suddenly appeared in various countries across the continent.
They were powerful swordsmen, not only were they powerful swordsmen on the level of Sword Masters, but without exception, each of them had eyes that glowed crimson.
What they wielded was not a typical sword, but a curved-blade sword resembling a saber with a single cutting edge. In battle, they would unleash crimson magical energy that enhanced their strength, making them virtually unbeatable opponents.
Such an extremely powerful and eerie group of swordsmen naturally quickly attracted the attention of many countries, prompting them to send people one after another to make contact with this group of swordsmen, intending to uncover the secret behind their peculiar strength.
At some point, this secret eventually spread.
It turned out that these swordsmen were so peculiar and powerful because they all practiced a very unique swordsmanship.
Typically, in swordsmanship, whether elementary, advanced, or special, practitioners stimulate the magical energy within their Gates through breathing, absorbing magical energy to hone their bodies and become stronger.
But this particular swordsmanship was different.
When practicing this swordsmanship, swordsmen didn't strengthen themselves by absorbing magical energy within their Gates, but rather by absorbing the blood of those who died by their swords to hone their bodies.
In other words, swordsmen who practiced this swordsmanship didn't rely on practice to improve themselves, but rather on slaughter.
The more people they killed, the stronger they became.
The stronger the people they killed, the stronger they became.
This was the swordsmanship that once caused a great uproar on the Akasha Continent—Demon Sword Style.
This swordsmanship was suitable for anyone to practice, as long as they were willing to kill and willing to feed on blood, they had no trouble becoming stronger.
With such unique swordsmanship, this group of swordsmen caused trouble everywhere, resulting in countless killings, but each one became stronger than the next, none weaker than Sword Masters.
"The swordsman who fights Riezel Brynhart right now matches almost perfectly with the characteristics of those swordsmen mentioned in the rumors. He wields a curve-blade sword with one cutting edge, has crimson eyes, and unleashes crimson magical energy during battle, continuously growing stronger. It can be confirmed that he is indeed a Demon Swordsman who practices Demon Sword Style."
As the young nobleman spoke with confidence, his attendant was still filled with uncertainty.
"But didn't they say this group of swordsmen had already been wiped out? Even the swordsmanship book of Demon Sword Style had been destroyed, right?"
Yes, both Demon Swordsmen and Demon Sword Style were no longer in existence.
Needless to say, these swordsmen were just too crazy, too fond of slaughter, causing numerous disasters. Because of this, one after another, many countries dispatched their knights to hunt down these swordsmen and eventually succeeded in completely eradicating them.
As a result, Demon Sword Style also fell into the hands of these countries.
However, they all unanimously decided to destroy this swordsmanship since it was too dangerous, and its side effects were too dreadful.
No choice.
In order to get stronger, those who practiced Demon Sword Style would engage in countless killings throughout their lives.
Of course, if it were just that, it wouldn't have reached the point of being destroyed.
The problem lay in the fact that after practicing this swordsmanship, practitioners would increasingly crave blood, becoming more and more frenzied, to the point where they could substitute blood for three meals a day.
Practicing this swordsmanship could make people addicted and attracted to blood, especially the blood of the strong, which could attract them even more.
With such side effects, it was natural that any sane person would steer clear of it.
Many countries also feared that someone would disregard everything to pursue power by practicing this swordsmanship, each becoming a Demon Swordsman disrupting the peace of the nation.
For this reason, they decided to destroy it.
In this way, theoretically, both Demon Sword Style and Demon Swordsmen who practiced it should no longer exist.
However—
"Do you really believe it just because others say it's been destroyed?"
Upon hearing the young nobleman's question, the attendant was speechless.
Indeed, just because others said it had been destroyed, was that really the case?
This peculiar and unique swordsmanship, which could turn anyone as strong as Sword Masters, and even stronger without hindrance, even with its side effects, how many would willingly destroy it?
Not to mention, the ones who made such statements were the leaders of various countries on the Akasha Continent. Who knew if they said one thing publicly but did another behind closed doors?
This kind of swordsmanship, which allowed one to get stronger by just killing, would definitely be coveted by ambitious individuals, while some would want to use it to develop a powerful army of killers to destroy their enemies.
Given this, the statements of the so-called destruction of Demon Sword Style by various countries should be taken with a grain of salt.
"Moreover, nobody knows if any of these Demon Swordsmen, who were said to be annihilated, managed to escape and survive."
After saying that, the young nobleman shook his head and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Jill, who was gradually losing his sanity in the training field.
At this moment, Jill was indeed nearing madness.
"Give me your blood! Give me your blood! GIVE ME YOUR BLOOOOOD—!"
As the crimson hue in Jill's eyes was illuminated by the crimson magical energy, it was almost indistinguishable from that of a demon's eyes. There was no trace of rationality inside, only an infinite craving for blood and the peak enjoyment of slaughter.
*DING!*
When a metal collision sound rang out louder and stronger than any previous collision, Riezel, who had been continuously defending against Jill's fierce attacks, was finally knocked back.
His feet scraped against the ground, his body unable to stop its backward momentum, plowing a deep trench on the ground, sending gravel and debris flying everywhere.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Jill laughed loudly, excited like a fierce demon emerging from hell, not giving Riezel any time to catch his breath, darting toward him like an arrow released from its bow.
Seeing this, Riezel knew he had to get serious.
"Follow blindly the sun in the sky, so that all will flee from thee."
"Blossom, Armor of Laurel."
"Raumure."
As the protection magic that highly reinforced 'END' and 'AGI' was chanted, Riezel's body was enveloped in a deep green membrane.
"Tempest."
With the addition of Ariel, Riezel once again used this overpowered magic, revealing its prowess for the first time in a world other than Danmachi.
*Whoosh—!*
The air in the training field began to surge, turning into streams of air currents that entwined around Riezel's body. With howling winds, the deep green light coated the air, turning the originally invisible and colorless wind into a deep green hue.
Riezel, wrapped in deep green winds, met Jill, whose body was permeated with crimson magical energy.
*BOOOM—!*
Amid the astonishing collision, a shock wave exploded outwards, blowing away sand and breaking the ground, sending countless stones and debris flying.
"What?!"
"Fuck!"
"Stones! Stones are flying toward us!"
In the audience seats, people watched as stones and debris mixed in with the shock wave flew toward them, plunging them into panic.
Fortunately, these stones and the shock wave were all blocked by the suddenly appearing transparent barrier.
It was none other than the barrier of the training field.
After not being used since the first two rounds, it finally proved its worth in this third round.
Upon seeing the barrier, the audience breathed a sigh of relief and finally calmed down. However, this caused them to become completely absorbed in the battle taking place on the training field.
*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!*
In the ruined training field, two swordsmen wrapped in the deep green wind and crimson magical energy were slashing at each other at astonishing speed, causing the sword lights to constantly flicker, collide, disappear, and fly in all directions.
Riezel's Hermit had already become a blurry silhouette in his hand, accompanied by his movements that turned into endless sword lights slashing toward Jill's whole body with a speed as swift as the wind.
Jill, on the other hand, slashed out crimson sword lights, aiming straight for Riezel's neck, heart, head, and even his eyes. Despite not having as many sword lights as Riezel, he targeted vital points with deadly precision.
Without a doubt, this ignited anger within Riezel.
Although his gaze and expression remained calm, Riezel no longer attempted to defend himself against Jill's slashes. As he allowed these slashes to land on his body, he cut through Jill's countless sword lights with Hermit, violently aiming toward Jill's body.
Seeing this, the crimson hue in Jill's eyes deepened, seemingly provoked by Riezel's reckless behavior. Ignoring Riezel's slashes, he broke the sound barrier with his sword and aimed it at Riezel's head.
This mutual suicidal action, however, did not result in mutual destruction.
*DING!*
Jill's sword, arriving later, fiercely struck Riezel's forehead, but was flicked away by the wind enveloping his body, causing nothing but a burst of sparks, inflicting no damage.
"What?!"
Jill exclaimed in shock, his crimson eyes widening in an instant. However, before he could react further, Riezel's attack had already landed on his body.
*Pu-chi!* *Pu-chi!* *Pu-chi!*
The sound of flesh tearing apart echoed, causing blood to splatter.
Riezel's slashes landed respectively on Jill's cheek, side, thigh, shoulder, and positions of major arteries, mercilessly cutting open these areas.
Jill, with wounds appearing all over his body as if struck by lightning, trembled violently and was sent flying backward.
"Arcs Ray!"
Riezel quickly recited a short chant, unleashing a more powerful Arcs Ray, shooting a light arrow the size of his body at Jill.
*BOOOOM!*
In the next second, an explosion shook the entire training field, causing exploding flames to sweep over the audience seats along with the shock wave.
As this happened, the transparent barrier protecting the audience immediately trembled.
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"Did he win?"
Watching as Jill vanished without a trace into the exploding flame, courtesy of Riezel's magic, the audience couldn't help but wonder.
Upon learning that Riezel was a Tactical-Class Magician and an expert swordsman on the level of Sword Master, many people began to lean toward him, hoping he would emerge victorious in this War Festival.
On the other hand, Riezel, young and handsome, proficient in both swordsmanship and magic, was highly respected. His prowess far surpassed that of an ordinary character, leading many to favor him and hope for his victory.
It could be said that Riezel's popularity among the audience at this moment was almost on par with Yuri's.
As a result, the audience couldn't help but anticipate the final outcome.
Even the young nobleman from the royal capital, unknown guests from a foreign country, and the Frenzel siblings were all eagerly anticipating and feeling nervous about it.
"He should have won, right, Elder Sister Mediste?"
Even Isaac, unknowingly setting aside any grievances he might have had with Riezel, stared at the training field, his voice tinged with nervousness.
"I don't know..." Mediste shook her head, her eyes also betraying nervousness.
She hoped Riezel would win. Not only because he represented her elder sister's side, but also because this man might very well be her future husband.
Initially, she had been pessimistic about her father's arrangement to marry her off to him. However, after witnessing his performance today, she suddenly felt that maybe it wasn't so bad.
In any case, she definitely wished for his victory.
Meanwhile, Yuri hoped desperately that Riezel would finish off Jill once and for all, potentially averting any further unexpected events. She had already dispatched Ain and Ian to scatter the audience but unfortunately, their efforts yielded little result.
All the audience was too absorbed in the battle between Riezel and Jill, and with the barrier protection in place, many didn't think there was any danger and were reluctant to leave. This made her feel increasingly anxious, sensing that trouble was brewing.
Because of this, she earnestly hoped Riezel could deal with Jill directly, even if it meant violating rules or resorting to lethal measures. However, dealing with a powerful swordsman like Jill, whom Riezel had evaluated as a Level 6 expert adventurer, wouldn't be that easy.
"AAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Suddenly, Jill's furious howl echoed throughout the training field, causing the exploding flame to tremble.
*BOOM!*
Before long, the exploding flame burst open.
Covered in burns, with charred skin, Jill relied on the crimson magical energy enhancement to unleash a powerful swing of his sword, creating a surging airflow that dispersed the exploding flame.
"Hahaahaa... Hahahahaa..."
Jill gasped for breath violently, yet still laughing as he did so.
"Very strong... it hurts... very strong... it hurts... very strong, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It fucking hurts! DAMN BASTARD—!"
As his laughter subsided, Jill suddenly turned his face, yelling hysterically at Riezel. His frenzied appearance was indeed frightening, causing several audiences to involuntarily step back and tremble.
However, Riezel, despite looking somewhat battered himself, calmly observed Jill, who seemed to have sustained no serious injuries, with a slight furrow of his brow.
"What a tough bastard..." Riezel muttered.
Jill was indeed tough. Having been hit by Arcs Ray twice, and having been slashed multiple times, he still looked lively, almost inhuman.
It was worth noting that Riezel was already at Level 5, with a remarkable accumulation of latent basic abilities unmatched by anyone else. With the assistance of his 'Mage' development ability, the power of his Arcs Ray had surpassed even the original owner of the magic, Lefiya.
Lefiya was known for her Level 5 attack power as a mage, so Riezel's attack power, theoretically speaking, was not inferior even compared to Riveria, the strongest mage in Orario.
Such a degree of attack power, let alone against a Level 6 opponent, would be strong enough even against a Level 7. If it didn't hit, that was another matter, but once it did, Riezel doubted that a Level 7 could withstand his magic unscathed.
However, Riezel could sense that Jill hadn't fallen yet not because of his strong defense, but because of his remarkably robust vitality.
Moreover, despite Jill's eccentric and peculiar behavior, akin to that of a berserker, his combat intuitions were undeniably sharp.
With its tracking capability, Arc's Ray hitting him was unavoidable, no matter how hard he dodged. Yet, this man managed to evade almost all of Riezel's fast slashes, aiming away from vital points.
The first time they clashed, when Riezel swung his sword toward Jill's chest, he suddenly sensed danger and instinctively paused his charge in a split second, resulting in only a superficial cut. During the recent clash, Riezel abandoned defense and went on the full offensive, slashing at Jill repeatedly, but most of the vital points were still evaded due to his keen intuition.
In the end, Riezel only managed to hit non-vital points such as Jill's cheek, thigh, and side, with the only threat being a near miss of the major artery.
Jill's crimson magical energy was also peculiar, not only making his body stronger as the fight dragged on but also seeming to have a strange effect on manipulating the flow of blood within other people's bodies.
If not for Riezel's Self Redemption, granting complete immunity to physical and mental interference, he might have been affected by this effect. At best, he would feel uncomfortable, and at worst, it could lead to ruptures inside his body, allowing Jill to absorb his blood.
'What's the deal with this guy?'
Riezel, who did not know about the events three years ago, was completely clueless about the existence of Demon Sword Style and Demon Swordsman.
The original Riezel had been farming in the countryside until the age of fifteen when he ran away and, by a stroke of luck, took part in the entrance exam for Spriller Academy, and entered this prestigious school.
At the age of fourteen, which was three years ago, his understanding of the outside world was limited, so he was completely ignorant of Demon Sword Style and Demon Swordsman.
This resulted in Riezel having no clue about Jill's origin, only finding him mysterious and dangerous.
However, this didn't stop Riezel from dealing with Jill as he wasn't one to turn the other cheek. Since Jill wanted to kill him, he wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.
However, just as Riezel was thinking this, the next thing Jill would do was something that would thoroughly enrage him.
*Whoosh—*
Enveloped in crimson magical energy, Jill suddenly turned around and transformed into a human-shaped projectile, dashing toward a certain direction.
Standing in that direction was none other than Yuri.
"My Lady!"
Marilyn snapped into action, her usually calm and expressionless face showing alarm for the first time as she drew her dual swords, prepared to protect Yuri.
"?!!!"
Yuri, who had been watching Jill all along, had her expression changed abruptly when she saw him rushing toward her at incredible speed.
"Let me patch myself up first!" Jill yelled, his sword slicing through the air, aiming for Yuri's throat.
He was in pain now, his whole body ached, and he understood that he wasn't Riezel's opponent.
If things continued like this, he would definitely lose to Riezel.
If he couldn't kill Riezel, he couldn't drink his blood.
He wanted Riezel's blood, the blood of an expert, the blood of the strong.
For this reason, he must find someone to drink their blood, become stronger, and then challenge Riezel again.
With this thought in mind, Jill didn't hesitate much, charging straight at Yuri, who happened to enter his field of vision.
Unfortunately, this turned out to be the biggest mistake Jill Dardis would make in his life.
"Tempest!"
When such a voice echoed through the training field, reaching everyone's ears, a hurricane arrived.
*WHOOSH—!*
As the frenzied wind howled across the entire training field, transforming Riezel into a gust of raging wind, he swiftly darted across half of the training field as the wind swept through.
*Pu-chi!*
Jill's sword descended, leaving behind a splash of crimson blood, splattering into the sky.
However, his slash didn't hit Yuri's throat but landed on a hand that suddenly appeared in front of her.
*BANG!*
At the same time, a kick, accompanied by the raging wind, struck heavily against Jill's chest, sending him flying.
*Cough!*
Jill spewed forth a mouthful of blood before flying backward and crashing into the wall surrounding the audience seats, shattering it.
"Riezel!" Yuri's expression changed instantly as she emitted a startled cry.
Riezel, surrounded by raging wind, suddenly appeared before Yuri, blocking Jill's recent slash with his own hand.
*Drip* *Drip*
Despite the pain from the wound on his hand, with blood dripping from it, Riezel disregarded it and merely raised his gaze, fixating on Jill crawling out from the rubble, his eyes exuding unprecedented rage.
"Blood... BLOOD—!" Jill struggled to rise while yelling wildly.
Upon hearing his yell, Riezel had only one response.
"You want blood that much?"
"No problem..."
"I'll crush you into a BLOODY PULP RIGHT NOW!"
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