“You insolent brat!” Julius glared at Dustin.
“Even though we’re both ultimate grandmasters, I refuse to believe that a brat like you will defeat me when I have decades of experience!”
“Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me for disregarding seniority. Please!” With a single outstretched hand, Dustin made a gesture for him to strike first.
“Behold my blade!” Without hesitation, Julius propelled forward with a tap of his feet, launching a fierce assault.
Julius’ swordplay exhibited swiftness and strength, with each strike aiming at vital points with deadly precision. Despite the lack of elaborate techniques, it was highly practical, leaving no vulnerabilities.
Julius was blessed with innate talent. With his years of battlefield experience and the integration of various refined sword techniques, Julius could be described as having mastered all schools of martial arts.
Having shed all imperfections, he had forged a unique sword technique of his own. His approach was based on speed, precision, and ferocity.
Once unleashed, every one in its path had to dodge the formidable, razor- sharp onslaught.
In the face of Julius’ formidable onslaught, Logan’s figure flickered continuously. He was elusive like leaves in the wind. It made it difficult to predict his movements.
In the exchange of back-and-forth attacks, the two showcased exceptional martial prowess, leaving onlookers transfixed and amazed.
Everyone maintained a safe distance to avoid being caught up in the fray, providing ample space for Dustin and Julius to exhibit their skills.
After all, since they were ultimate grandmasters, every strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Even the residual effects of their combat could easily claim lives.
“I didn’t expect Julius to reach the level of an ultimate grandmaster already. Combined with his extensive experience on the battlefield, Logan is in for a tough fight,” Eloise commented, her gaze fixed on the unfolding battle.
She could barely distinguish the combatants and couldn’t make out their movements since they were too fast.
“Julius, that bastard has been hiding his true strength. A decade ago, we were evenly matched. It’s hard to believe he’s grown to such a terrifying level within ten years,” Wyatt said with a frown.
He had barely achieved the rank of grandmaster two years ago. However, Julius had long been an ultimate grandmaster. The disparity in their skills was akin to a gaping chasm.
“Julius is no ordinary person since he was able to rise to the esteemed position of Grand General of the Iron Stallion Cavalry,” Lincon remarked casually.
“Besides, those carrying the Rhys bloodline are typically outstanding individuals. Comparatively, Prince Logan is the true monster.”
“You’re absolutely right!” Tyrus nodded in agreement.
“Even though Julius is extremely talented, he’s already over 40. Reaching the rank of an ultimate grandmaster at his age can be considered within the norm.
“On the other hand, Prince Logan is just in his twenties. To be able to showcase such extraordinary strength at his age truly sets him apart on a global scale.”
“That does make sense.” Wyatt grinned, acknowledging Tyrus’ remark.
Despite Julius’ remarkable abilities, he paled in comparison to the true genius that was Logan. If Logan ascended to the throne, West Lucozia would undoubtedly experience unprecedented prosperity.
“Don’t start celebrating just yet. Although Logan surpasses Julius in matial talent, he’s still young. There’s a gap of more than 20 years between them.
“Regardless of skill foundation or combat experience, Julius holds the upper hand. Thus, the outcome of today’s battle remains uncertain,” Eloise spoke solemnly.
In consideration of the monarchy’s interests, Eloise naturally wished for Logan’s victory. However, given the current circumstances, it was evident that Julius had the advantage.
