#1122 - Celeste's "Last Words"

While waiting, Velen stared at the crystal ball in his hand, wondering what Sylest would leave him.

"Could this guy have hidden some treasure somewhere, stipulating that if he doesn't return within a hundred years, it'll be mine?" Velen stroked his chin, unable to resist fantasizing.

In the center of the 25th Legion's encampment, Kyle stood on the arena, placing his left hand behind his back. With one move, he knocked a Gold-tier general off the stage, shook the knight's sword in his right hand, and calmly said, "Next."

Below the arena, everyone looked at each other, waiting for the next brave soul to step up.

Although the Legion Commander suppressed his strength to the Gold-tier, his actual power was terrifying, surpassing most of them.

"I'll go."

A voice came, and everyone looked back to see a casually dressed young man slowly walking towards the arena.

With a few strides, the young man stepped onto the arena, standing a hundred meters away from Kyle. He bowed and said, "I have no doubts about your strength, but the opportunity to spar with a powerhouse like you is rare. I hope you won't hold back against me."

Kyle looked at the unrestrained young man before him and nodded, saying, "Alright."

Hearing Kyle's words, the young man slowly raised his head, his right hand on the hilt of his knight's sword, his fingers tightening.

In the next moment, the young man suddenly drew his sword. As the blade left its sheath, a gust of wind swept out from him.

With a flick of his wrist, a cyan aura blade burst from the sword's edge, tearing through the air, heading straight forward.

At the same time, the young man's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a trail of afterimages behind.

Unnoticed, he quietly appeared behind Kyle, holding the sword with both hands, and suddenly slashed down.

The blade cut through the air, emitting a sharp whistle.

The moment the sword touched its target, the figure dissipated like smoke. The aura blade pierced through the illusion, shooting back at the young man.

The young man raised his left hand, a ball of cyan light condensing in his palm, shattering the aura blade, turning it into shimmering dust that dissipated.

His senses quickly spread out, capturing Kyle's vague location.

Without hesitation, the young man stomped hard on the ground with his right foot, his figure shooting out like an arrow, the knight's sword held horizontally in front of his chest, the blade pointing directly at the corner of the arena.

A flash of sword light, and the wind rose again.

Outside the arena, everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with astonishment.

They had no doubts about the Legion Commander's strength, after all, a useless person could not be sent by the Church to their legion to serve as Legion Commander.

But the strength of the young man from a small place surprised them. He usually acted like a slacker, but they didn't expect his strength to be so terrifying.

In a dozen breaths, the two had exchanged blows no less than a hundred times.

Sword lights intertwined, auras surged, and the air on the arena was torn apart, emitting harsh explosions.

Three minutes later, Kyle sensed the aura of someone arriving outside the tent. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly, "Your strength is quite good."

Before his voice faded, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The young man retreated to the edge of the arena, and before he could stand firm, a low voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "It's over."

His pupils shrank, and before he could react, the scene before him suddenly shattered.

In the next moment, the young man's consciousness fell into darkness, and his body fell backward weakly.

A Gold-tier warrior rushed out from the crowd, came to the side of the arena, and steadily caught the young man.

Kyle put away his knight's sword, returned it to the Legion Adjutant beside him, slowly walked to the edge of the arena, glanced at the unconscious young man, looked up at the Gold-tier warrior, and asked in a calm tone, "What's his name?"

Hearing this, the Gold-tier warrior replied respectfully, "Reporting to the Legion Commander, his name is Burkea, from Luli Town, Grimalin City, White Maple Province, and he is currently the Deputy Battalion Commander of the 9th Battalion of the 3rd Army."

"After he wakes up, have him come to my tent to see me."

"Yes, Legion Commander."

In the next moment, Kyle's figure appeared at the camp gate, looking at the Silver-tier knight who had come in a hurry, and asked, "What do you want from me?"

When the Silver-tier knight saw Kyle's figure, he pounded his chest and saluted: "Lord Kyle, the Marshal wants you to see him."

"I understand."

When the Silver-tier knight stood up again, Kyle's figure had already disappeared.

Inside the tent, Velen supported his chin with his left hand, tapping the table rhythmically with his right-hand fingers, guessing when Kyle would arrive.

"Three minutes."

"Oh, no, it could also be five minutes."

"Hehe, maybe he'll appear in the next moment."

"My Lord."

Kyle's voice sounded in his ear, and Velen instantly put away his frivolous expression, sat up straight, cleared his throat, and said, "Come in."

Outside the tent, Kyle sensed that his Lord had returned to normal, and then lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

"My Lord, what are your orders?"

"There's good news."

Velen waved for Kyle to sit down, then handed the crystal ball on the table to him, and said, "This was given to me by Leonas from Sylest. It contains the words he left behind, but I feel like he left it for both of us, so I called you here too."

Hearing this, Kyle already understood that Sylest had embarked on the trial road of the Dawn Paladin. It seemed that he also had to start working hard to avoid being surpassed by this guy.

Under Velen's gaze, Kyle inputted a trace of magic power into the crystal ball.

The crystal ball slowly rotated, flew into the air, and projected a phantom image, falling in front of Velen and Kyle.

"Lord Velen, long time no see."

"Knight Sylest, long time no see." Velen subconsciously responded, and finally remembered that this was a phantom image, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Seeing his Lord's expression, the corner of Kyle's mouth slightly curved, and then he returned to a calm expression, and continued to look at Sylest, wanting to see what this guy would say.

"When you see this message of mine, you must have already met Leonas."

"After returning to Dawn Province from the Star Prayer Territory, I was busy teaching Milena, and when I came back to my senses, it was already close to the time when the Dawn Paladin trial was about to begin."

"Speaking of which, it's a coincidence that there are eight people in this Dawn Paladin trial, but I don't know who will succeed in the end."

"Oh, right, if I'm not mistaken, that guy Kyle should be by your side."

Being watched by the phantom image, Velen scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly.

"The two of you are always inseparable, this kind of relationship is really enviable."

"However, this guy has a shortcoming, he's too competitive. I wonder if he'll cry after being hit, I'm really looking forward to it!"

Hearing Sylest's words, Velen secretly observed Kyle, and found that his mouth couldn't help but twitch when he was teased by the other party.

"Also..."

"..."

"We will meet again in less than a hundred years. If I don't come to find you, it means I have failed and am buried in a foreign land. At that time, I hope you can remember that there was once a Dawn Knight who had a short journey with you."

"Finally, goodbye, Lord Velen, and... Senior Brother Kyle." At this point, the phantom image dissipated, and the crystal ball slowly fell, and finally landed in Kyle's hands.

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