The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 469 First Shared Dream

"Have you heard? Blood Sword is coming to challenge Domain Sword after defeating The Steel Bastion in just three moves," a young man said, seated at a table with his friends inside a bustling inn.

The entire room's attention shifted to their table as soon as the words left his mouth.

"I guess it was only a matter of time before he reached this side of the world. I heard he's the son of a powerful king," someone else chimed in.

"Yeah, a prince who chooses to roam the world challenging swordsmen? That's insane," another remarked.

"I even heard his father, the king, wanted to crown him, but he refused. Instead, he chose the way of the sword," added a lean man who appeared to be a swordsman himself.

"It's admirable, sure, but this obsession with challenging every swordsman he encounters? It just doesn't sit well with me."

"Well, what can I say? He's a prodigy. In just four years, he's challenged 665 swordsmen and emerged victorious every single time. That's beyond admirable," the innkeeper joined the conversation.

"Maybe he's trying to set some kind of record," one patron suggested.

"Personally, I think he's looking for someone. No sane person would be this obsessed with challenging swordsmen," the innkeeper added, her words drawing everyone's attention.

"You don't think..." one of them started.

"Yes, I think he's seeking her out," the innkeeper said. "The only one who swept across this world like that was the Blood Princess of the Asura race. If he continues at this rate, he'll break her record—and do it even faster."

"That makes sense. The Blood Princess took ten years to defeat a thousand swordsmen, and Blood Sword is only four years in but has already defeated over six hundred."

"I need to witness this fight. I heard it's happening in the Abandoned Arena tomorrow afternoon. I'll head there using the teleportation gate."

Everyone nodded, making their plans to witness the legendary battle between the infamous Blood Sword—known by many as the Mad Swordsman—and Domain Sword, a legendary soldier said to have led his men through countless battles.

After everyone finished up their day, they all started making their way to this Arena. The crowd, numbering in thousands, used different teleportation gates to reach the Abandoned Arena.

Meanwhile, inside a private room at the inn, a young woman with fiery red hair, piercing red eyes, and an endearing and menacing expression smiled.

"So, you've finally appeared. I guess I'll have to deal with you before you go astray," she said softly. A few seconds later, she vanished from the room.

The next day, a crowd of thousands gathered in the Abandoned Arena, eagerly awaiting the duel between Blood Sword and Domain Sword.

"I can't believe I'm about to witness a duel between two legends!" one person exclaimed.

"Who do you think will win?" another asked.

"They're both Sword Saints, but I think Domain Sword has the edge. I heard his sword qi and sword intent are both at the Profound stage, while Blood Sword's sword intent is only at the Enhanced stage, though his sword qi is Profound."

"He's bound to lose, then," someone chimed in.

"I think so too. But I don't believe it will be easy for Domain Sword."

"That's for sure. I happened to witness Blood Sword's duel with the Steel Bastion. He only unleashed three techniques, and it was still enough."

The crowd buzzed with speculation, their anticipation growing as they waited for the swordsmen to appear. Blood Sword finally arrived two hours later when the sun reached its zenith at noon.

For all his reputation as a madman who roamed the land challenging anyone in his path, one couldn't ignore another fact: the man was a feast for the eyes.

The bastard was handsome.

His red hair shimmered like silver in the sunlight. He had a perfectly chiseled bone structure, a neat jawline that could cut glass, and lips that demanded attention.

The ladies all around inside the Arena held their breath.

It was true that he was mad, but the air around him radiated something unexpected—like a wealthy, privileged prince who chose to walk among the commoners instead of living the life of an arrogant royal.

This contradiction made him approachable, friendly, and strangely relatable in a way that only added to his allure.

As soon as he appeared, he began waving at his fans.

"Thank you all for gathering here. As you know, ever since I picked up the sword, I have sought a peer to defeat me. But so far, none have been able to, though I must admit, they are all great swordsmen.

Today, I will be challenging the renowned Domain Sword, the one said to possess the legendary Nine Astra Domain Sword technique.

I want you all to witness this legendary fight. I will accept the outcome like a gentleman, whether I win or lose.

That said, to my ladies, after the duel—if I win, we shall celebrate, but if I lose, I suppose I will not be worthy to celebrate with you fine women of the Narhian Kingdom."

The ladies around him blushed upon hearing this. Their comments and cheers continued as they waited for Domain Sword. Blood Sword was seated in a lotus posture, his sword lying before him.

Two hours later, Domain Sword had yet to appear. Many began to grow restless. However, just as the clock struck two, a graceful figure wearing a mask entered the arena.

Blood Sword smiled and opened his eyes, but the smile quickly vanished when his gaze fell on the figure.

"You are not Domain Sword," he said.

"Indeed, I am not him," a female voice replied. "Domain Sword was kind enough to give me his sword."

"Who are you?" Blood Sword asked.

"I go by many names: The Wild One, The Untamed Sword Tigress, The Redhead Menace... However, those are mere titles. My true name is The Blood Princess, and I have come to challenge you to a duel, Blood Sword."

The entire arena fell silent at the mention of her name. Excitement was caught in everyone's throats as they waited for Blood Sword's response.

It didn't take long before he spoke.

"I accept your challenge, Blood Princess. Make sure you do your best, for I will do mine."

The arena erupted. No one had expected this turn of events, but they embraced it. The infamous Blood Princess, rumored to be the strongest young prodigy of the Asura race, had finally appeared—and she had challenged Blood Sword.

This was set to be a legendary battle. Or so they thought.

A man descended into the arena and read the rules to them. A few minutes later, the two were positioned 30 meters apart.

"You have challenged me 66 times, Blood Sword, and I rejected them all. Do you know why?" the lady asked.

"I don't, Fairy Blood Princess. Why don't you enlighten me?"

"Oh, I'll tell you, but only if you manage to defend against my attack. Don't worry, I'll hold back so you don't accidentally die."

"Bring it on." Blood Sword's eyes narrowed. He, too, has a battle stance, ready to fight. However, that stance only lasted for a few seconds before his eyes widened.

In the next instant, his body was locked in place, overwhelmed by an onslaught of helplessness, bloodlust, and despair.

"Asura Blood Menace Art." Blood Princess shouted as she brandished her sword, "First Form." He gracefully steps forward, "Infinity Blood Swords."

Blood Princess unleashed her attack, and instantly, countless blood swords filled the arena. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Blood Sword, who was locked in place, unleashed his sword intent and sword Aura, trying to break free from the bind. However, it was all for nothing. He couldn't even move.

However, he created a dome around him, which managed to tank some of the swords.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

Blood Sword panted, his body covered in cuts, as he collapsed to the ground. The arena felt silent. Nobody dares make a single some. The display was just too overpowering. Deep in their hearts, everyone was terrified.

Nobody had expected Blood's sword to be able to defend against the hundreds of blood swords, each filled with potent blood qi.

They all expect him to die, luckily Blood Princess showed mercy and only allow Blood sword to defend against 30% of her attack the contain only 30% of her strength.

They were terrified. Yet, while the crowd was still in shock, Blood Princess walked toward Blood Sword, still on the ground.

She stopped before him, removed her mask, and revealed her breathtakingly beautiful face and eyes.

Her hand gently brushed a strand of hair from Blood Sword's face as she smiled. The smile faded almost immediately, and she muttered in a serious tone.

"Stop wasting your potential."

Queenie suddenly woke up, her forehead drenched in sweat. Klaus's hands were still resting around her slender waist.

She turned to face him. "Who are you, Klaus?" she muttered. She continued to look at him with a complicated expression as she recalled the dream she had just had.

Gently, she took his hand off her and left the room.

It was morning, and she went for a swim not far from the room. A few moments later, Klaus also woke up, a smile tugging at his lips.

'And so it began.'