“Alaric?” Seth’s eyes widened as the fiery red spear pierced the sky. In an instant, he recognized the silhouette of the unexpected visitor.
The attack had a startling speed, catching Seth off guard. Unable to summon his Dragon Sparrow Sword in time, he had to resort to using his finger as an improvised blade against the incoming fiery red spear.
A thunderous collision reverberated through the air. His fingertip met the spearhead, and it released a powerful wave of energy that rippled outward.
The entire scene seemed to freeze at that moment, adding a dramatic intensity.
Seth held his arm up. Then, a golden sword rippled as it emanated from his fingertip in defiance of the fiery red spear.
A luminous spectacle unfolded as the golden sword rippled. The fiery red spear clashed, forming circles of energy that emitted a radiant glow.
At the spear’s shaft stood a white- haired older man with crimson eyes, poised on the weapon as though it were an extension of him. His gaze bore down on Seth with an air of superiority.
He was Alaric, Chief Guildmaster of the Dragon Guard and the formidable second on the Astonishing World List.
“Mr. Drakon?” Cesar couldn’t conceal his elation.
As the Ancient Sage at the Sacred Wrym Summit chose a path of seclusion, Chief Guildmaster Alaric of the Dragon Guard claimed the title, making him unrivaled.
While others were equal on the Astonishing World List, their difference with Alaric was immense. Their capabilities fell short even in dealing with Seth. How would they fare when faced with the formidable might of Alaric?
Fortunately, they were on the same side as him. The arrival of Alaric decisively shifted the balance of power, stabilizing the current situation. Even with Seth’s exceptional abilities, the challenge before him may be too much for him to handle.
“Thank god you arrived. Otherwise, we’d be in dire straits.” Elder Shade, concealed in shadows, voiced his relief.
“Who’d have thought this Old Beast would make a grand entrance?”
Frost observed from a distance, his expression grave. Blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth after the fight. Seth clearly outmatched them. The outcome now depended on the clash between Alaric and Seth.
“Alaric, a big shot like you should know better. Interrupting my fight- seriously? You’re turning this whole thing into a joke.” Seth’s tone was cold and sharp as he spoke.
“If you meet your end, who’s left to tell the tale?” Alaric retorted, devoid of emotion.
“Do you have what it takes to finish me off?” Seth showed no hint of fear.
“Ignorant fool!” Alaric snorted, leaping into the air. Coming down with force, he stomped on the shaft of the Inferno Fury Spear.
An explosion echoed. The Inferno Fury Spear thrust forward, exerting subtle pressure on Seth’s arm and cracking the ground beneath his feet.
“Dragon Sparrow!” Seth’s other hand summoned the Dragon Sparrow Sword that was inserted into the rock, pulled it out, changed its trajectory, and thrust it toward Alaric.
“That’s a feeble attempt.” Alaric made no effort to evade, extending his hand like a claw to halt the Dragon Sparrow Sword a few feet away from him.
The sword vibrated intensely, emitting audible hums, but couldn’t make further headway. Seth drew a deep breath, mustering strength for another push.
The vibrations intensified, and the dazzling golden light burst forth. The once-frozen sword slowly advanced, homing in on Alaric’s chest.
Alaric hummed and furrowed his brows, surprise flickering in his eyes. Seth’s strength proved unexpectedly strong, matching his spiritual energy.
The sharp sword aura, particularly challenging to control with one hand, added to the intrigue.
Alaric was faced with two options.
Either to amplify his strength for a decisive strike with the Inferno Fury Spear, risking potential injury. Or tactically withdraw, leveraging his advantages to wear down Seth steadily and prevent any comeback.
After a brief contemplation, Alaric opted for the latter.
