Roja, General Sylvaris, and General Dawnblade stared at their screens in disbelief. Wei had just earned the same prestigious title they bore: Legion Slayer.
A title reserved only for warriors who had single-handedly annihilated an entire kingdom's army.
Wei hadn't done that—at least, not yet.
But by defeating a Legion Slayer in battle, he had earned the title all the same.
Another screen appeared beside Roja—it was General Sylvaris.
"Why didn't you help Moonveil? And why is Ryo still alive? Kill him! Kill him now! Kill Ryo and Wei! Kill them both!" Sylvaris shouted, desperate and furious.
But Roja replied coldly, "You want them dead? Then come down here and do it yourself."
General Sylvaris, enraged, grabbed his mic and yelled, "You, Ryo! And you, asshole killer! General Dawnblade and I will finish you right here, right now!" He slammed the mic down and turned to Dawnblade. "I'll take care of Ryo. You handle Wei. Once I'm done with Ryo—which won't take more than a few seconds—I'll help you finish off Wei."
Dawnblade simply nodded.
Without wasting another second, General Sylvaris leapt from the balcony into the arena. "Get ready, Ryo! I'm going to kill you!"
Wei instinctively prepared to move in, but Ryo stopped him.
"Water boy! I'll handle him. But can you give me some of your mana?"
Wei turned to Ryo and smirked. "Sure. Here you go!" He tossed a glowing mana pearl toward him.
Ryo caught it effortlessly and crushed it in his hand. Instantly, his mana was fully restored.
In the air, General Sylvaris summoned ten colossal dragons, each one coiled with flame and fury. He stood atop the central dragon's head, his cloak whipping violently in the wind, his eyes locked on Ryo with murderous intent.
"Time to die, Ryo! Burn in flames!" he roared, his voice booming across the arena.
The dragons' mouths opened wide—glowing red, igniting with molten fire, ready to launch a storm of destruction.
Time seemed to slow.
The crowd held its breath.
Up above, the air shimmered with rising heat. The glow of the dragons' inner flames lit the skies like a crimson sun. Ryo's hair fluttered as the pressure mounted, the dark wind swirling tighter around him.
And then—
A sharp metallic sound cut through the silence.
Shing!
Ryo drew his katana in a single, fluid motion, his movements almost too fast to follow—yet in this suspended moment, every detail was crystal clear. The gleam of his blade. The sharp glint in his eye. The quiet exhale of breath.
"Dark Scar!" he roared.
As his blade cut through the air, the gust surrounding the arena snapped to life. It twisted, surged, then exploded into a typhoon of black slashes.
Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh—
Thousands of dark blades flew upward, trailing shadows behind them. They tore into the skies, striking Sylvaris and his dragons in an instant.
The flames inside the dragons' mouths flickered and vanished.
Dragons recoiled, screeching as the wind slashes carved through their scales. Sylvaris staggered on top of his dragon, barely maintaining balance.
Time snapped back to normal.
The sky erupted in a rain of embers and smoke. Shattered wings, broken flames, and shrieks of dying dragons thundered across the arena.
As the dark slashes faded into the sky, the aftermath hung heavy in the air.
The ten summoned dragons, once mighty and roaring, now plummeted from the heavens like burning meteors—torn, broken, and dissolving into embers midair. The central dragon let out a final guttural cry before its body shattered into shimmering dust.
General Sylvaris stood alone in the air.
For a heartbeat, he hovered—his armor scorched, his cape torn and fluttering like a dying flame. Cuts lined his body, and blood seeped down his face. His eyes, once blazing with fury, were now wide in disbelief.
"Impossible…" he rasped.
Then—gravity took hold.
WHOOSH—
Sylvaris began to fall.
His body spiraled downward, smoke trailing from his armor, arms outstretched as if reaching for something to grab—but there was nothing.
SLOW MOTION:
The arena watched in stunned silence. Everything else faded away.
Princess Jewel rose to her feet, breath caught in her throat.
Ryo looked up, his face emotionless, blade pointed downward as if he had already accepted the outcome.
Wei tilted his head, watching with a raised brow. "Damn. Didn't think he'd drop that fast."
CRASH!!
Sylvaris's body slammed into the arena floor, creating a crater of shattered stone and dust. A shockwave rippled outward, shaking the entire arena.
When the dust cleared, Sylvaris lay in the center of the crater—unmoving. His armor flickered with fading light, then went dim. Blood pooled beneath him, steam rising from his body.
He was dead.
The crowd exploded into a chaotic roar—shocked nobles, cheering rebels, stunned soldiers.
From above, King Elarion slowly rose to his feet. His jaw clenched. "First Moonveil… now Sylvaris…"
Ryo slowly raised his katana and sheathed it in one smooth motion.
"One down... but I didn't expect that." He glanced over at Roja.
"I used the same technique on you—twice—and you were still standing. But that guy? One hit and he dropped dead right away."
Roja replied calmly, "General Sylvaris was the weakest among the four of us.
Even though he was a mage swordsman, he focused more on magic than on strengthening his body or armor.
And... he's one of the oldest generals in Birigan. He stopped improving a long time ago."
Wei laughed. "Hahahaha! What an oldman."
While Ryo glowed, a screen appeared in front of him.
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YOU GAINED THE TITLE LEGION SLAYER
YOUR LEVEL HAS INCREASED TO 75
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"Damn! Just 75 only? There are still two generals here samurai dude. You may slay them too so you could be on my level or even more." Wei said to Ryo.
"Hmp, never mind. I"ll just go and leave this city. Because today there has nothing good happened but trouble. Unless, somebody would try to stopped me." Ryo looked at Roja and then Dawnblade at the royal balcony.
"I don't think us the two remaining generals would stop you. But the princess, she might." Roja said.
Dawnblade carried princess Jewel and he leapt from.the balcony to the arena.
As Dawnblade landed with a heavy thud, the dust swirled around him and Princess Jewel. His silver cloak fluttered behind him, and his eyes locked onto Ryo with an unreadable expression. Jewel stood beside him, her hand clutched to her chest, her voice shaky but clear.
Ryo… please, don't go."
Ryo raised an eyebrow, his posture still relaxed but alert. "You want to stop me too, Princess?"
"I don't want to stop you but… remember, I asked you to work with me as my royal bodyguard?" Her eyes searched his, full of emotion.
Ryo looked down for a moment, then he slid the sheathed katana smoothly back into his belt. "I don't think I can do that. Right now, I'm not fighting to protect anyone but myself. All I want is freedom. No chains. No orders. Just peace."
Princess Jewel stepped forward. "Then let me give you that freedom—without running, without blood."
Dawnblade remained silent, carefully observing Ryo's response.
Ryo tilted his head slightly. "If that's true, then thank you. I will leave now."
She hesitated, then slowly nodded. "I'll speak to the Goddess. I'll make them see who you truly are—so they'll stop hunting you."
Just as the tension seemed to ease, Dawnblade finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. ""If you truly wish to leave… then go now. However, if we meet again, I promise I will be stronger. Right now, I admit that Roja and I are unable to match your prowess. So expect another battle when we meet again.""
Ryo gave a small nod. "Not a problem."
Then, with one final glance at Princess Jewel, he turned his back to them and walked toward the exit of the arena.
Silence settled over the arena, heavy with uncertainty and unspoken questions.
Wei watched Ryo's back as he walked away, a brief flicker of thought crossing his mind.
"Should I call him? Ask if he wants to travel together? Nah… probably not necessary anymore. There's a princess right in front of me—and she might have the answer I need."
Wei's eyes shifted toward Princess Jewel, a spark of curiosity glinting in them.
"If anyone here knows about a teleportation scroll back to the human world… it's probably her," he thought.
He rested his sword over his shoulder, exhaled slowly, and smirked to himself.
"Guess it's time I asked the right questions."
Then he spoke clearly.
"Your Highness, can you grant me a teleportation scroll back to the human world? I'm willing to pay for it. And if not… I'll fight for one if I have to. I just want to go home. I'm tired of fighting. I never enjoyed the feeling of taking someone's life—even if it was only in self-defense. So please… help me get a teleportation scroll back to the human world."
Princess Jewel replied, "A teleportation scroll back to the human world? Our goddess forbids it. However, if she ever wishes to send someone back, there must be a very good reason. And I wouldn't recommend going to her—especially after what you've done."
She stepped closer, her voice softening slightly. "Still, you can start over here. Make a new life in our world. Serve in my army—maybe even ask Ryo to join you. Both of you could have a special place in our kingdom. And if you prove your worth… maybe, just maybe, we can convince the goddess to send you back."
Wei placed his palm on his forehead with a sigh. "My goodness… That's the same advice someone else gave me."
He lowered his hand and looked her straight in the eyes. "Anyway, thank you—but I think I'll just have to force your goddess to give me that scroll."
Roja smirked. "Hmph. Don't be too confident, my friend. You may have defeated the generals easily, but the goddess's royal guards are a different story."
"That's not the path you want to take if you hope to return to the human world alive," Dawnblade added grimly.