CHAPTER 1125: CHAPTER 833: THE CROAKING OF A FROG AT THE BOTTOM OF A WELL

"Is he the One-eyed Sword Saint?"

Reiger, unfazed by the counterattack that followed his failed strike, looked at the one-eyed swordsman with curiosity instead of anger.

Upon closer inspection, the scars covering the other’s body were visible everywhere, a clear testament to the inhuman abuse he had endured.

The One-eyed Sword Saint, Dihart, was a legendary figure in the Kingdom of Jinas as well.

He had no surname, no parents, and had been an orphan since birth. At a young age, he fell into the hands of the nobility due to thievery and was ultimately sold into slavery, becoming a commodity in another’s possession.

Though a slave, Dihart never compromised with reality. Not only did he secretly learn sword skills, but he also trained himself in secret. After thirty years of such perseverance, he unknowingly acquired the prowess of a seasoned swordsman.

However, he never showed his strength in front of others because he knew that once the slave traders and masters discovered his abilities, he would undoubtedly be commanded more inhumanely, exploited, and forced to risk his life for others.

So, Dihart always endured, never revealing his true strength, even when subjected to the abuse of his cruel master or the slave owner, he continued to hide.

It wasn’t until he met Saint Nidor that everything changed.

Among the vast sea of people, Saint Nidor immediately took a liking to Dihart, purchased him, and set him free.

Thus, Dihart successfully turned his life around, shedding his slave status and gaining freedom.

To repay Saint Nidor, Dihart vowed to be loyal to him, becoming the sword in his hand.

With this, the renowned One-eyed Sword Saint was born, and the news that the eldest son of the Codelion Family had a Sword Saint at his service became famous throughout the Kingdom of Jinas, bringing great reputation to Saint Nidor.

It was also because of the achievement of subduing a Sword Saint that people felt Saint Nidor was the best candidate to be the next heir to the throne.

But now, this loyal Sword Saint not only turned a blind eye to the treatment of Saint Nidor and Saint Charia but also stood in front of Solok, alongside Solok, confronting Reiger.

The reason is simple.

"I see, he was controlled too?"

Reiger saw Dihart’s remaining eye.

That eye, just like those of the Black-eyed Knights, had its whites completely dyed black.

This One-eyed Sword Saint, like the Shadow Sword Saint Rom, was also corrupted by the holy relic in Solok’s possession.

He had become an enemy.

"Do you see it, Reiger Brillhaut?"

Solok slowly turned around, showing a proud expression as he faced Reiger.

"See? I’m not who I used to be."

"Did you think I was still that little prince who could only train private soldiers in secret?"

"Wrong, utterly wrong, now I can easily control even a renowned Sword Saint."

Solok laughed arrogantly.

"What if you can resist that old fart?"

"What if you can fend off Rom’s assassination?"

"Can you fend off a siege by two Sword Saints?"

Solok laughed while shouting with satisfaction, as if about to avenge a great hatred.

"Today is your death day! Get him!"

With Solok’s command, the black-eyed Dihart raised his head, slammed the ground, and charged at Reiger.

His speed wasn’t fast, at least not comparable to Redson, not even Rom, among all the Sword Saints Reiger had encountered, he was probably the slowest.

But as he charged, his body seemed to turn into steel, becoming incredibly hard.

This was Dihart’s mastered special sword technique, a skill that could harden the body. It was said that practicing it to the highest level would make one’s body as hard as the toughest magic metal, a sword technique specializing in defense.

After mastering this skill, no one had ever broken Dihart’s defense until this encounter with Solok.

Divine Power restrains Magic Power, and all special abilities of special sword techniques, without exception, require Magic Power to activate, much like special magic.

Because of this, Dihart, unexpectedly encountered a mishap, in a situation of underestimate, was pierced through the abdomen by Solok using the holy relic, thus becoming corrupted by the relic’s power, just like Rom, he became a puppet controlled by Solok.

Now, with his entire body metallicized, as Dihart charged, his momentum was like a chariot rushing towards Reiger, smashing all the rocks and debris along the way into pieces, rendering them completely ineffective as obstructions.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...!"

Dihart let out a roar and swung the great sword in his hand toward the target ahead.

That great sword was no ordinary weapon, it was clearly a high-quality magic weapon. As it slashed down, the blade immediately emitted blinding magic power light, increasing the weight of the strike several times, greatly boosting its power.

"Die! Reiger Brillhaut!"

Solok, as if he could see Reiger’s death date, crazily urged his spiritual power, creating the largest-scale Spirit Storm, sending a pitch-black Spirit Storm crashing towards Reiger.

From front to back, one delivered a physical attack, the other performed a spiritual assault, Dihart and Solok attacked Reiger ruthlessly, determined to kill him here.

Facing these two impressive attacks from both front and back, Reiger’s expression became exceptionally calm.

"Can’t fend off a siege by two Sword Saints... is it?"

In the face of such a crisis, not only was Reiger not panicked, but he also began to murmur.

"Frog in a well."

That’s right.

Solok Jinas was a frog in a well.

He had no idea that there were differences between Sword Saints, and significant ones at that.

He was also completely unaware that even if he and Dihart joined forces, they would still only be two Lv.7s.

Two Level 7s, even at the pinnacle of this level, generally speaking, still stand no chance against a freshly upgraded Level 8.

Just think of the [Flame Gold Four Warriors] of the Freyja Clan.

Those four small race warriors are all Level 5, and due to their quadruplet nature, they are exceptionally in sync, capable of unleashing an infinite combo.

Yet, even so, they are merely assessed as comparable to Level 6, at most slightly above it.

In other words, if it were someone else without sufficient synergy, even with four people combined, they wouldn’t dream of defeating a powerful opponent of a higher level.

Unless it’s someone with formidable ability values, magic, or skills, crossing level bounds is by no means an easy feat.

The reason Redson could hold out against Reiger for so long was that his Time Sword Skill elevated the parameters of his "dexterity" and "agility" to comparable to Level 9.

And what about Solok and Dihart?

Solok, enhanced by Divine Power, achieved Sword Saint level. Aside from his unique spiritual power, all other aspects were unremarkable.

Dihart’s "endurance," on the other hand, reached the level comparable to Level 8, but that’s about it.

These two teaming up could, at best, entangle a lower Level 8 for a while.

And Reiger?

His combat strength had long reached a state where he could consistently surpass levels, comparable to Level 9.

"Boom!"

Just as Dihart’s greatsword and Solok’s Spirit Storm were about to hit Reiger, a torrent of blazing flames exploded from Reiger’s body.

The scorching flames, like the light of the scorching sun, illuminated the entire Codelion Family.

The blazing heat, like a sea of lava, spread in all directions.

"Round Dance Flash..."

In a voice as soft as a whisper, a burst of firelight appeared beneath Dihart’s sword, blossoming suddenly.

It was like a flash of light, instantaneously piercing through Dihart’s sword.

It was like a solar wheel evaporating Solok’s Spirit Storm.

People could only see a flash of fiery red light before Reiger’s figure, wielding a flaming blade, appeared behind Solok.

And that fiery red light, undoubtedly, was the slash he delivered, a True Circle Strike as if at the speed of light.

"Crash!"

Thus, the greatsword in Dihart’s hand shattered.

"Bang!"

Thus, the Spirit Storm released by Solok exploded on the spot.

"Splurt!"

The neat sound of ripping resounded, causing blood light to simultaneously bloom on Solok and Dihart’s bodies.

"Ugh..."

Dihart’s single black eye widened, a fiery red sword wound appearing at his waist, instantly draining all his strength as he slowly slumped to the ground.

"........."

Solok couldn’t even utter a single word.

The madness in his eyes had frozen.

The ferocity on his face had stalled.

He could only blankly, slowly, and bit by bit lower his head to look at his own body.

In the waist area, there was also a fiery red sword wound.

However, unlike Dihart’s wound, which was limited to the front of his waist, Solok’s wound completely penetrated his entire body.

Slicing him in two.

"Hiss..."

With a faint sliding sound, Solok’s upper and lower body separated.

In a massive spray of blood, both the upper and lower halves fell to the ground, gradually staining the earth red.

"Aaaaarghhhhhhhh...!"

Only at this moment did Solok seemingly feel the excruciating pain, letting out a piercing, soul-crushing scream.

Then—

"Boom!"

The black blade wrapped in flames descended, the blaze crashing onto his upper body.

Solok’s scream abruptly ceased.

The flames seared his body, causing his upper half to dissolve into ash, bit by bit, vanishing.

"Clang!"

Both the Sword of Authority symbolizing the highest power of the Jinas Kingdom’s royal family and the entirely pitch-black ominous curved sword simultaneously tumbled to the ground, emitting a crisp metallic clang.

Reiger coldly observed Solok, who was gradually turning to ash, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

The mad dog prince who had wrought chaos upon the royal capital, the third prince of the Jinas Kingdom, met his tragic end here.