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Chapter 50 - 50 50 Defeated Foe
Chapter 50 - 50 50 Defeated Foe
?Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Defeated Foe Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Defeated Foe “You’re saying Russell could win?” Lady Meryl exclaimed in surprise as she watched Russell being overpowered in the fight. “He’s only just awakened his battle qi, whereas Rolin has been cultivating her battle qi for four to five years!”
She knew her younger son had inherited her beauty, but also knew he had not inherited his father’s talent for cultivation.
Of course, she also knew her elder daughter hadn’t inherited her beauty, but had received Baron Roman’s talent for cultivation.
At thirteen, she had already awakened the qi seed and cultivated true battle qi. Now, five years later, her battle qi was even more powerful.
So she was somewhat unable to understand the current situation.
“He might win, or he might lose, depending on whether Rolin can calm down. But right now, it seems Rolin is becoming more and more anxious…” said the Baron.
He then added, “Russell’s combat talent is far more outstanding than his cultivation talent. He is steady and making progress, skillfully avoiding his weaknesses, just like… just like a coiled poisonous snake, waiting patiently for the fatal strike.”
“Like your King of Ebony-waisted Snakes?” Lady Meryl mused.
The Blackwaist Serpent is the most commonly seen venomous snake in Glowing Valley and is also considered a local specialty, with its gall, meat, and blood all serving as auxiliary materials for magic elixirs.
Moreover, among these Blackwaist Serpents, there was born a Fantasy Beast—the King of Ebony-waisted Snakes—which had been contracted by Baron Roman.
The domain granted to Russell, Wuyao Snake Manor, was named after this Fantasy Beast—the King of Ebony-waisted Snakes was originally discovered within the manor itself.
However, as the farmlands of the Wuyao Snake Manor were plowed, sightings of the Blackwaist Serpents became increasingly rare.
“Indeed, very much so,” the Baron smiled.
Meanwhile, the battle grew more intense. Rolin, unable to gain the upper hand, became increasingly impatient; her moves becoming wide and reckless, desperate only to defeat Russell as quickly as possible.
Yet Russell remained as unhurried as before, as if he had encased himself in a turtle shell, blocking when he could, dodging when he couldn’t, and never rashly counterattacking against Rolin. However, when an opportunity presented itself, he would strike with a sword thrust, throwing Rolin into disarray.
A hundred rounds passed.
Rolin was panting for breath, and Russell was also in a bad way, his battle qi nearly exhausted.
It was at this time that Rolin swung her red sword, attempting to increase her strength to destroy Russell’s resistance.
But her battle qi was somewhat insufficient, causing her footwork to become slightly disordered.
A glint flashed in Russell’s eyes, as he finally caught the lethal opportunity he had been desperately searching for. No longer passively defensive, he thrust his Green Ceramic Sword forward in the standard technique, honed like every knight’s morning training.
The opportunity was fleeting, but in that brief instant, the Green Ceramic Sword had already broken through Rolin’s offense.
Before Rolin’s red sword could descend, it precisely pointed at her chest.
Without holding back.
Russell gripped the sword with both hands and thrust forward fiercely, the Green Ceramic Sword piercing Rolin’s battle attire and pressing against the soft armor beneath.
Unable to pierce through the soft armor, the sheer force of the blow hit Rolin like lightning, causing her body to go limp, her technique to utterly scatter, and then she fell on her backside onto the grass.
Sheathing the sword.
Bowing respectfully.
Russell struggled to calm the turmoil in his chest and smiled lightly, “Sister, thank you for the match.”
“I… I lost?” Rolin had a hard time accepting that her little brother she used to bully had bested her.
Picking up the red sword that had fallen beside her, Rolin was ready to fight again: “I don’t believe it, let’s go another round!”
Cooper walked over and held her back, “It’s enough, Rolin. It’s just a bout between siblings. Go change your clothes, Grandmother will be here soon.”
Though Rolin was still not convinced, she didn’t persist and simply glared at Russell, shouting, “I’ll be staying at Fluorescent Castle for a few days. Russell, we shall duel again!”
Russell grinned: “I’m not very fond of competing against losers.”
“You!” Rolin was about to pass out with anger. If Cooper hadn’t pulled her away, she might have fought Russell on the spot.
Baron Roman stepped forward, “Cooper, take Rolin to change her clothes.”
“Yes, Sir-in-law.”
Having sent away a disgruntled Rolin, Baron Roman looked at Russell with satisfaction and said, “You did very well. It seems that getting you accustomed to the life of a lord in advance has been beneficial. You are much more composed than before. Keep up the good work.”
“Yes, Father.”
Roland, who watched the fight from the side, also came over and clapped his hands, smiling at Russell, “Not bad, kid. You made me itch to join in.”
Charles squeezed through and quietly gave a thumbs up, “Sir is mighty!”
“Russell, you’re getting better and better!” Dave Golden Cap also came over laughing and praised.
“Thank you, thank you.”
The sibling duel, not a life-or-death battle, couldn’t prove much, but winning always lifts the spirits.
“Chirp!”
On top of a distant tower, Ros the Clay Dragon seemed to be watching and let out an ambiguous cry.
Russell looked up at Mr. Ross and always felt that the Clay Dragon was mocking him.
However, since Mr. Ross didn’t come looking for trouble, Russell had no intention of provoking him. He politely acknowledged the compliments from those around him and went to change his clothes as well.
After changing, without lingering for idle chitchat, the castle bell had already started to ring.
Lady Ingrid had arrived.
Escorting the elderly lady were her Uncle Roson’s family, Mrs. Clara, and her first cousins Royal and Royer.
A lengthy series of greetings ensued.
Everyone escorted today’s birthday celebrant into the great hall of the castle.
“All the little sparklers are gathered; this pleases me more than the holidays,” Lady Ingrid said, beaming with joy. Her favorite sight was the Fluorescent Fungi Family thriving and bustling.
But there were also regrets. She looked around the crowd and sighed, “Roby didn’t come again? How many years has it been since she last came back?”
Roby was Russell’s aunt, married to Baron Gold Davis Golden Cap.
Baron Roman comforted her, “My sister has always been frail and cannot stand the cold. This journey through ice and snow, she couldn’t make it, as you know.”
“If she can’t come back, you must go and visit her more often.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
On the other hand, Russell was held up by his Uncle Roson. The two of them chatted for a while, mainly about the duties of a lord’s vassal.
“You’ve managed to hunt Snow Ghosts and Eric has been promoted to Phantom Beast Knight, which is very good. Finally, someone can share my burden.” Roson had a similar facial profile to Baron Roman but appeared far more ordinary, the type that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.
“I’m still learning, Uncle.”
“Then learn from your uncle. In the future, you will need to take on the work of interacting with people all over the territory.”
“I understand.”
“There’s one more thing. Royal has cultivated a Qi Seed, and I plan to send him to be a Knight Squire. So I wanted to ask you, if you’re thinking of taking on Knight Squires, I hope to send Royal to you.”
“This…” Russell was surprised but quickly shook his head, “My Battle Qi cultivation has just begun; I haven’t considered taking on Knight Squires yet.”
Roson was not surprised and said, “Alright, I’ll ask around.”