The Story Never Ends

"What a crafty fellow. To come up with this plan in such a short time is quite remarkable." Siena had her brows furrowed under her veil. Since they had already agreed to a duel, it would be rude to take it back. Furthermore, he might bother them even more.

So, it was better to go with the flow. Davion also had a similar thought. However, he was also planning something dangerous in his mind unlike her.

"The White Tiger Clan is not someone I can contend against right now. When I get stronger, I will definitely teach them a lesson. Not only that, but I have to know exactly what they want from me."

He had already labeled them in the list of his targets that had to be eliminated. Thus, the list currently included Demon Emperor Conard, the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the White Tiger Clan.

As for the Golden Lion Tribe, he didn't have any grudge against them. But if they still came after him, then he would definitely not show them any mercy.

"Davion!" Siena abruptly called out bringing him back to his senses.

"Oh! Yes. Let's go." He walked forward and stood in the center getting ready for the duel.

"You don't need to force yourself if you can't win. Just give up." She reminded him. Although he was able to defeat the twenty Domain Realm warriors from the Golden Lion Tribe, she still didn't think that he could win here.

"Hehe, do you think that I will lose?" Davion chuckled. If he went all out, then even the prince was not his match. Nonetheless, he couldn't reveal his strength infront of them. So, he was thinking of the easiest way to win.

"Don't be so confident. The power of space is not something you can easily deal with. Who knows you might die without getting a chance to react?" She scolded.

"Ok! You don't need to worry. Why don't you lend me your sword?" He eyed her natal core sword.

"You dare to ask that? Are you trying to use that flame once again? I believe this sword won't be able to handle it as well." She denied his request without any hesitation.

"Besides, that flame is not your own power. You need to depend on yourself." She added.

"Haiz, it looks like I have no choice other than to fight with my bare hands." Davion glanced at the sky and sighed.

"Will I be able to withstand the artifacts of one of the four major clans in this state?" He spoke pitifully, looking like he would soon die.

"You are shameless." She shook her head and passed him her sword.

Davion caught it and smiled. He could feel how extraordinary it was by just touching it. Even though it was nimble and smaller like the previous one, he could feel tones of powerful soul Qi already contained within it.

However, when he was about to touch its blade, the sword radiated a dangerous sharp sword intent similar to Siena's, surprising him greatly.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands." A childish voice sounded in his mind, and it continued.

"I don't know who you are and why she lent me to someone who doesn't possess a single ounce of sword intent; remember that you are not qualified enough to wield me. I am only helping you due to her request. In addition, I won't be using my soul Qi to aid you."

"Damn, what an arrogant sword." He cursed inwardly and didn't dare to touch it anymore.

While they were communicating, Xavier was making some preparations. First, he ordered most of his guards to bring Hector back to the clan and treat him there despite recovering mostly due to the pill. Yes, his chopped-off arm regenerated and the burned body parts burst with vitality and rejuvenated.

Nevertheless, this was not the most surprising thing. But rather the guards who left were all at the middle stages of the Domain Realm. This meant that Davion had to deal with one of the remaining guards who were all at the late stages of the Domain Realm.

"It seems like I have underestimated him. Not only is he cunning, but he is overly cautious too. The probability of his success has increased with this move. He is indeed a difficult opponent to deal with." Siena had a general understanding of his character.

Xavier then turned towards Davion and politely said, "Descendent of the Flame Tiger Tribe, since you are our guest, I won't put you in a difficult spot. You can choose anyone among them for a duel."

"In this way, you can't blame me for giving you a powerful opponent." Xavier gave him a warm smile.

"Bastard. How dare he say that with a straight face?" Davion was annoyed. Anyways, he didn't say anything and carefully observed them with his Mind-Eye.

Next, he pointed his index finger towards a skinny bald fellow that was standing in the corner. He appeared to be keeping a low profile and especially his aura was a bit lacking when compared to others.

Davion guessed that he was the weakest and decided to challenge him. "Prince, I choose him."

"Eh!" Xavier was astonished seeing who he picked. The other guards also had the same reaction.

"That brat really picked Gunnar."

"He is done for now."

"He is really seeking death."

"Hehe, he must be the type to think that bulky people are always the strongest."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Siena became nervous. Was there something more to this skinny guard?

"Descendent of the Flame Tiger Tribe, I am totally impressed with you. You have a sharp eye. Who could have thought that you would pick my strongest guard to demonstrate your abilities?" Xavier praised him and signaled Gunnar to get in action.

"Fuck" Davion was speechless. How can this be possible? Did his Mind-Eye misjudge him?

Gunnar slowly approached Davion while the others backed away. After reaching a few meters opposite him, he bowed. "I Gunnar from the Combat Legion of the White Tiger Clan will gladly accept your duel."

"Please advise me." Davion became serious and got into a defensive posture immediately. This was the first time he had thought of defending instead of striking. This was very unusual of him.

"I can't go for him haphazardly. I need to experience the power of space and get used to it first. Then only will I begin."

Gunnar raised his scabbard with his left hand and steadily pulled out his sword using the right.

"Swish" The moment the sword was unsheathed, everyone saw a silver light flashing past Davion and vanishing into thin air. It was too fast and nobody knew what happened.

"Consider this as a warning. The next strike won't miss." Gunnar coldly declared, sending shivers down his spine.

"My God! I'm hurt." Davion exclaimed in disbelief as a slight scratch could be seen on his cheek.

"Haha, it seems like he has improved." Xavier was full of smiles.

"Prince, who… is he… actually?" Siena shuttered. After all, she knew that she herself wouldn't be able to respond to that strike.

"He is a weird talent of our White Tiger Clan that stands out even among us princes who possess the Royal Bloodline," Xavier replied.

"In what way?" Siena was curious.

"He is someone who had an epiphany when mastering the sword techniques of our clan. I heard that he peeked through the door leading to the Venerable Stage." Xavier answered solemnly.

"Amazing! He will undoubtedly be able to reach the Venerable Stage in the future." Siena was in awe of his talent.

"It isn't easy. You know that we demons have a harsh requirement on the purity of our bloodline. Although my clan elders can help him with it, he has other problems at the moment. Instead of cultivating hard and trying to reach the pinnacle of the Domain Realm, he wastes all his time comprehending the power of space." Xavier explained.

"Is he attempting to experience that epiphany one again?" Siena inquired.

"Yes. He is engrossed in that feeling and as a result, he has lost his way. Due to this, his cultivation has been hindered, and he hasn't made any significant progress for a long time. But it looks like I am wrong." Xavier keenly observed his subsequent moves.

Gunnar swung his sword horizontally to the right and left following with vertical upward and downward slash as fast as he could.

In response, Davion jumped in the air instantly learning from the previous mistake. Four silver rays flashed in the place where he was earlier.

"Swish..swish…"

"It's not easy." Gunnar increased the frequency of his slashes.

"Too overpowered." Davion was shell-shocked. He could clearly see the swings made by Gunnar. They were all random and weren't targeting him in particular. But the silver rays would meticulously appear right beside him.

Thus, Davion was left with no choice other than to move continuously in the air. If he stopped for even a fraction of a second, then he would definitely get hit.

"Davion, what will you do?" Siena was worried, seeing him in such a passive state.