[Reverse Wind Slash] + [Blood Rage] + [Swift Wind Step]

Worthy of a Mid-Tier Divine Edict.
Even before activation—the majesty already covered the entire deck.

The air filled with the stench of blood.

Once unleashed—its power would surpass Thousand Dragon Breakthrough.

But at that moment—Seth realized Black didn’t show a trace of fear.

Instead—his eyes were full of mockery, contempt.

Black truly wanted to laugh—at Seth’s stupidity.

Mid-Tier Divine Edicts were powerful—but came with a long cast time.

In RPGs or MOBAs—the dumbest move was releasing a long-channeling skill without crowd control on the enemy.
It only got interrupted instantly.

Like now.

Black stepped forward—skill wheel appearing in his mind—patterns crystal clear.

All Novice Swordsman skills laid out.

He chose his most familiar combo:

[Reverse Wind Slash] + [Blood Fury] + [Swift Step].

The crimson crescent blade slashed into Seth’s chest!

“Pfft!”

Seth spat blood—Divine Edict Blood Hell Spear’s channeling shattered instantly.

Eyes wide—incomprehension written all over his face.

Black’s sword had precisely severed his spirit energy flow.

No pause—Black continued.

[Blood Fury] activated.

The Crimson Soul Sword flared—blade wrapped in raging crimson energy—second strike slammed into Seth’s abdomen.

“Crack!”

The sound of armor shattering—clear as day.

Seth flew back like a broken kite—crashing hard into the ship’s railing.

[Swift Step]!

Black pursued like a phantom—as Seth neared the ground—a spinning kick smashed into his chest!

BOOM!

Seth flew out—crashing into spectator seats—knocked unconscious.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Black stood still—flicking blood off his sword.

Then slowly walked to Seth’s Overlord Spear—yanked it up.

The spear trembled in his hand—as if refusing submission.

But soon—the dragon carvings dimmed—as if accepting fate.

Black weighed the Overlord Spear—lips curling into a cold smirk:

“Now… it’s mine.”

[Overlord Spear: 6-star weapon, peak exclusive weapon for Knights, family heirloom of the Vort Clan. Forged by an Emperor-Tier Alchemist using core-earth crystals. Legend says the first Vort patriarch used this spear to duel a dragon swarm—wounds fueled greater strength, eventually bathing in blood yet growing fiercer, slaying 1000 dragons.]

[Effects: +300% Attack, +50% Crit Rate, +100% Crit Damage]

[Passive: When the wielder is injured and bleeding, the spear absorbs blood, converting it into spirit energy—increasing attack speed.]

…

Countless details about the Overlord Spear appeared before Black through his Omniscient Lens.

Truly a 6-star weapon—stats absurdly high.

Black couldn’t help but marvel.

In Dragonblood, this weapon could only be obtained through pay-to-win.
As a zero-spender—he’d only seen it on game forums.

A true rich player’s toy.

Now in his hands—but his level was too low. His spirit energy wasn’t even enough to feed this weapon.

After storing the spear—just as Black turned to leave—a severe dizziness hit.

World spinning—vision blurring—accompanied by lethal exhaustion.

Like walking three days and nights in a desert.

Entering Flow State did come at a cost!

Black barely held himself upright—realizing this state damaged his body and mind severely.

Overuse? Might kill him.

After a long while—he regained clarity.

Just as he prepared to return to Alice—a cheerful voice rang out.

“Brilliant! Truly brilliant!”

All eyes turned—to an middle-aged man descending from the cabin stairs, clapping.

Black frowned—this man was no ordinary person.

His steps were steady—but beyond that, something even more astonishing.

Though seeming to step on stairs—he was actually treading on empty air.

F**! A Douzong-level expert!*

Seeing this phenomenon—Black was first shocked—then recalled game lore.

This was a Dragon-Rank master.

At their level—spirit energy vast as oceans. Just condensing it underfoot allowed walking on air.

“This is the most perfect counter I’ve ever seen!”

The middle-aged man spoke with admiration—slowly approaching Black.

Up close—Black saw his appearance and attire.

Tall, dignified—face calm, brows exuding calmness forged by time.

Fine lines at the corners of his eyes added scholarly grace.

A black Zhanlong Uniform made him look exceptional—every movement radiating unhurried authority.

His eyes seemed gentle—yet sharp as blades. A faint smile played on his lips—inspiring respect and trust.

Most distinctive? The black longsword at his waist.

Black Zhanlong Uniform… black longsword…

Could it be?!

Black’s eyes sharpened—recalling a character’s artwork.

“Allow me to introduce myself—Pascal, Second-in-Command of the Dragoncleaver Guards.”

The middle-aged man extended his hand.

So it’s him!

Hearing the name—Black understood.

Pascal—second-in-command of the Dragoncleaver Guards. Warrior class. Strength: Dragon-Rank Peak.

He had another famous title: Number One Below Emperor Tier!

A true big shot.

“Hello—I’m Black, currently Royal Guard to the Princess.”

Black didn’t dare slack—shaking the man’s hand.

Pascal was strong, a senior leader—his presence on the Hodir made sense.

But Black hadn’t seen him on the ship before.

Pascal silently examined the youth—gave a slight nod.

Good. Not arrogant, not humble—a promising seedling.

“With your performance just now—even if I suppressed my level to 10—I doubt I could beat you.”

“Just luck.”

Black humbly replied.

But next—Pascal said something unexpected.

He stepped past Black—bowed deeply toward Princess Alice—and requested:

“Princess Alice—I wish to recruit this young man into the Dragoncleaver Guards for elite training. Would you consider letting him go?”

This request shocked not just Black—but all nobles present.

Especially the younger ones.

They glared enviously at Black.

“Pascal personally recruiting him?! This guy’s too lucky!”
“Elite training?! Ridiculous!”
“Royal guard, Dragoncleaver Guard—they’re fighting over him! How does he get all the benefits?!”
“With his combat display—this treatment is justified.”