Chapter 411: Sir Alon vs Dragoth (1)
The moment Dragoth held the Moonlight Sword in his hands...
He became a completely different being .. even the aura surrounding him had changed.
It all happened under the eyes of Ser Alon, who instantly realized the battle was about to take a new turn.
"Was he fighting outside his original domain all this time?"
Until now, Dragoth had fought using only his bare fists.
His physical prowess was so overwhelming that Ser Alon had mistaken him for a brute .. a living tank.
But now, wielding the immensely powerful Moonlight Sword...
Dragoth had become far more dangerous.
Then, without warning ..
Both Ser Alon and Dragoth charged at each other, and their blades clashed with immense force.
The pressure from the black lightning aura and the cursed energy of the Moonlight Sword ..
Together, they overwhelmed Ser Alon, who maneuvered using his light-infused aura.
"This is going to be troublesome."
Exchanging blows at blinding speed ..
Their swords collided fiercely, each clash shaking the air as both warriors displayed exceptional levels of swordsmanship.
Despite Dragoth being completely insane ..
His body still remembered how to duel, and his raw power was undeniable.
His aura output even surpassed Ser Alon’s.
Yet the Iron Emperor possessed a speed comparable to light .. allowing him to counter from any angle.
Each time their blades struck, the shockwaves of the collision obliterated everything in their surroundings.
That’s why most top-ranked warriors chose to fight in the sky ..to avoid destroying their allies with collateral damage.
Despite Dragoth’s intense pressure, Ser Alon handled him with remarkable finesse .. using his speed and centuries of experience to his advantage.
But time was not on the Iron Emperor’s side.
He knew Beatrice could eject them from this space at any moment. That thought forced him to abandon his usual calm, composed combat style ..
And instead meet Dragoth head-on with full aggression.
His golden sword clashed violently with the Moonlight Sword, each strike tearing through the skies.
Ser Alon’s movements were so fast they left behind afterimages .. dozens of light-clones surrounding Dragoth from every direction.
He kept slashing relentlessly .
And soon, wounds began accumulating on the crazed leader of the Ultras, unable to keep up with Ser Alon’s speed.
But the horrifying wounds left by the Iron Emperor’s blade healed almost instantly, and Dragoth never slowed down ..
He continued chasing Ser Alon like a rabid beast.
The Iron Emperor was much faster and evaded every strike Dragoth hurled at him ..
But even a single hit from the Ultras Emperor could cause devastating damage. Ser Alon realized that the moment the Moonlight Sword’s aura stuck to his body after a brief collision.
"A legendary sword. An enormous aura reservoir. A regenerating monster of a body."
Analyzing his opponent ..
Ser Alon began to understand just how dangerous Dragoth truly was.
But at the same time ..
Dragoth wasn’t stable.
His body might’ve been perfect, but his mind was shattered.
Unable to think clearly, the Ultras Emperor had turned into a merciless killing machine.
With one look, Ser Alon understood what had happened. He had seen countless cases like this before.
"What kind of torture turned you into this...?"
The Emperor of the Ultras... once a mighty pillar, standing atop the power hierarchy of this world ..
To reduce someone like that to this broken state... it would’ve taken a level of torment even Ser Alon himself struggled to imagine.
All that remained within Dragoth were fragmented memories .. chief among them, his defeat at the hands of Abraham Starlight.
But what had he gone through since that day, locked somewhere deep within the Empire?
That... Ser Alon did not know.
Still, none of that mattered now.
Because Dragoth had lost a vital edge—his mind.
Now that he had turned into a mindless beast, Ser Alon exploited that flaw to its fullest.
Taking advantage of his superior speed ..
He struck Dragoth with a devastating blow, launching him through the air and slamming him into a nearby mountain.
The impact was so immense, the resulting shockwave could be felt by everyone on the battlefield below.
But even so ..
Dragoth burst out of the rubble almost immediately, charging back at Ser Alon with a dark aura engulfing his entire body.
And again, moving at light-speed ..
Ser Alon struck him, sending him crashing into yet another mountain.
But in less than a second ..
Dragoth returned, flying toward him once more.
BOOM!
Ser Alon left behind only a blinding flash of light, delivering another deadly strike that smashed Dragoth into the ground.
Yet Dragoth kept healing ..
And launched himself at Ser Alon again like a rabid dog.
It became a cycle—repeating without end.
A light-speed strike from Ser Alon would send Dragoth flying ..
Only for the Ultras Emperor to recover and return within seconds, as if nothing had happened.
Dragoth kept swinging his sword wildly, multiplying his speed in an attempt to catch Ser Alon.
But the Iron Emperor’s speed was on another level entirely.
In under a minute ..
Ser Alon had already launched Dragoth hundreds of times, turning the surrounding terrain into a wasteland of rubble and destruction.
Yet despite it all, Dragoth kept getting back up.
The exchange continued for several minutes...
From afar ..
The other warriors could no longer follow what was happening. All they saw was a dark blur being launched through the air by a blinding white flash...
Then the dark figure would charge back in, only to be hurled away once again.
It was a surreal spectacle.
But that relentless exchange helped the strongest fighters on the battlefield realize something crucial:
"Dragoth is stronger—but Ser Alon is much, much faster..."
It wasn’t hard to imagine what was truly going on up there.
But the situation was extremely dangerous.
So far, Dragoth hadn’t landed a single strike.
But the moment his sword touched Ser Alon ..
The damage would be catastrophic for the Iron Emperor. Ser Alon knew this all too well.
The battle had become a vicious cycle. Ser Alon’s blows weren’t enough to take Dragoth down, while Dragoth couldn’t touch him at all.
However...
The moment one of them broke that balance ..
Everyone watching knew the fight would end instantly.
And then, after thousands of strikes exchanged in mere seconds ..
As Dragoth’s speed kept rising and black lightning erupted around him in his desperate attempt to catch up with Ser Alon...
The Ultras Emperor finally started to feel it.
In that moment, Ser Alon appeared right in front of him after launching him once more.
"Your body may be nearly immortal... but how long do you think it can hold out?"
Slash!
This time, the Iron Emperor didn’t stop at one blow .. he pressed his assault up close, deliberately.
Dragoth had taken an overwhelming number of hits. And while he had recovered from every one of them ...
Complete regeneration was impossible.
With each strike, the lingering damage slowly built up, accumulating with every wound Ser Alon inflicted.
And now, after that colossal exchange ..
The accumulated damage finally began to weigh Dragoth down.
This was what the Iron Emperor had been waiting for.
He kept slashing relentlessly ..
Tearing through his opponent’s body without pause, driving him into the ground again and again.
Then, raising his golden sword high into the sky, Ser Alon gathered a terrifying amount of aura. His eyes flared with intense, radiant light.
"Ultimate Sword Style: Atomic Severance."
Channeling pure light aura into his sword without restraint, Ser Alon Valerion unleashed his atomic strike without mercy.. detonating it against Dragoth.
The vertical slash carved a monstrous scar through mountains and earth alike, launching an aura shockwave so immense it tore upward into the heavens.
The Ultimate Sword Style was a combat technique derived from the first Emperor Kazes Valerion .. the One Sword Style.
This fighting style focused on a single, devastating blow .. just one strike at a time, but with overwhelming force.
Hovering in the sky, Ser Alon Valerion watched the battlefield below as the light slowly faded.
But all he could do was stare in disbelief—
As that man emerged, walking through the blazing aura with wrathful steps, his body cloaked in dark aura.
Even though Ser Alon’s attack had left a massive scar across Dragoth’s chest ..
The Ultras Emperor was still capable of fighting, seemingly unbothered.
Then, without warning ..
He charged again toward Ser Alon, moving even faster than before.
"Even Atomic Severance wasn’t enough to slow him down...?"
Dodging with immense speed ..
Ser Alon continued analyzing his foe.
The battle was far from easy. He had to deal with Dragoth while also keeping a wary eye on both Gavide Lindman and Mergo, who waited like vultures, ready to strike the moment his guard dropped.
"My old bones can’t keep this madness up much longer..."