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Luo Ya's eyes narrowed slightly; he hadn't expected to suffer a loss in the very first round.
Judging from this, the other party is determined to keep him outside.
The reason Roya went to discuss it with Philip was to make things easier when things went wrong, and to have a backup plan so that the nobles wouldn't use this matter against them.
But Luo Ya didn't expect that he hadn't caused any trouble, yet others would come looking for trouble for him first.
Luo Ya, too lazy to waste words, said directly, "You're looking for death? Then I'll grant your wish."
Seeing that the three were about to fight, Alina had no intention of stepping forward to mediate or persuade them to stop. She simply watched from the sidelines with a gloating expression.
These two were the Crown Prince's henchmen, and they had often given her a hard time.
Even if Roya has items to prove his identity this time, he will still be stopped outside by these soldiers and thoroughly humiliated.
Both guards were experts in the Water God Style, having reached the level of advanced swordsmen. Advanced Water God Style is capable of dealing with ordinary advanced magic, or even a Saint-level swordsman.
The knights assumed their stances, forming the Water God Style defense. If Roya failed to kill them with his sword, they would instantly counterattack and sever the neck of the enemy before them.
The idea was good, but the moment Roya made his move, a silent lightsaber easily severed the two knights' swords. The throat flute, which could cut through iron like mud, encountered no resistance, and the blades of the two knights' swords fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The two knights stared blankly at the scene, unable to react for a moment to what had happened.
Luo Ya kicked the person standing at the front and coldly scolded, "You dare to block my way? Get over there and call that old woman over here."
The soldier kicked by Roya staggered and fell to the ground, his armor making intimate contact with the ground. The soldier struggled for a moment but failed to get up. The remaining soldier ran towards the main hall in a disheveled state.
For a moment, only Luo Ya and his party remained in the wide gate.
Alina laughed and said, "You're still the same. You don't look any different at all."
Roya glanced at Alina and said with slight dissatisfaction, "You're just a spectator, you don't even know how to help me out."
"Help you? You need me to help you?" Alina scoffed, her little face full of schadenfreude.
Roya noticed that this white-haired girl was starting to let loose. He remembered that whether it was when Alina first met him or when he saved her, she was always so grateful or crying her eyes out.
What now?
The tone, devoid of gratitude, carried a sarcastic undertone, which seemed to have been learned from someone else.
"What are you planning to do with your three girls?" Alina didn't dwell on the matter for long, shifting the topic to the three people behind Roya.
When the three heard Alina mention them, they trembled and put on a pitiful look.
Roya wasn't buying it. He reached out and patted Alina's shoulder, saying seriously, "How about I let you train her for a while?"
"Leave it to me? Sure."
To Roya's surprise, Alina readily agreed. She then added, "She's short-handed, and besides, being able to get people from my Sword God is something she can brag about for years to come."
Only this white-haired guy could say such nonsensical things with such a straight face.
The wait was short, less than a minute. A large group of guards, armed with weapons, surrounded Luo Ya. At the very front was a young girl, who was about fourteen years old. She was extremely beautiful, with soft features, a delicate face, and a head of azure hair. A dazzling longsword hung at her waist.
Luo Ya was somewhat surprised because the other person gave him a completely natural feeling.
Roya's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment, then he said very seriously, "Very talented."
The blue-haired beauty couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young man who had just arrived.
Both of them are exceptionally good-looking, and standing together, they actually give the impression of being a well-matched couple.
The moment Alina saw the girl appear, she frowned and whispered to Roya, "Her name is Izelti Kruel, she is the Water God's personal disciple, and she is also the Water God's granddaughter. This is troublesome."
It was at this moment that the girl named Izelti Kruel spoke.
"You bastard, why did you force your way into the palace? Give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll kill you right here."
Izeruti said this.
Faced with a threat from a junior, Luo Ya simply smiled and said, "Your momentum is quite impressive, but as for killing me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
Upon hearing this, Izuru was furious. She drew her longsword, its snow-white blade resembling falling snowflakes, and strode toward Roya, brandishing it.
“Then let’s give it a try,” Izeruti said fiercely.
However, just as Izuru was preparing to fight Roya with great momentum, an old voice came from behind Izuru.
"That's enough, Izeruti. You're no match for him. He's still too far out of your reach."
Chapter 351 Water God Lieda
Izuru, who was already preparing to draw her sword, paused upon hearing this. She turned around and saw an old woman holding a long sword, hunched over, squinting at Roya.
Luo Ya also sized up the other person. The two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke first.
A look of astonishment flashed across Izelti's face as she stared at Roya in disbelief.
A handsome young man, probably no older than twenty, yet his grandmother values him so highly?
Izuru had never seen her grandmother speak in such a stern tone. Despite her doubts, Izuru obediently chose to step back behind the old woman.
Izuru's gaze did not leave Roya; she continued to scrutinize the boy before her.
"Hmm, I didn't expect the Water God to be here too?"
Luo Ya smiled and said, his expression unchanged, still that lazy look.
The old woman gave Roya a deep look, then glanced at the throat flute gleaming with a chilling light in his right hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Roya Greirat, the current Sword God, what brings you here?"
At this point, the old woman's expression became serious.
"I've returned from my studies, and I'd like to ask for an official position. Is there a problem with that?"
The old woman didn't buy into Luo Ya's words. She said coldly, "Then why make such a big fuss? With your strength, you don't need to bother with these juniors."
To the old woman's words, Luo Ya merely sneered, "They attacked first."
The old woman frowned and said in a deep voice, "As a senior, one should act like one."
Luo Ya chuckled upon hearing this. He pointed to himself and said seriously, "I'm also a junior. I'm only fifteen, not even twenty yet."
The blue-haired beauty beside the old woman was instantly shocked and said incredulously, "What? You're only fifteen?"
Keep in mind, she's only fourteen years old, and strictly speaking, she's actually a competitor of the same generation.
These words silenced the old woman. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something or make a defense, but looking at Luo Ya's unbelievably young face, she was at a loss for words.
After a brief silence, the old woman didn't dwell on the topic. Instead, she said in a deep voice, "I received a letter from Garr before, informing me that he was defeated by you. Garr and I are old friends. Although you defeated Garr and took the position of Sword God, strictly speaking, I don't have much of a relationship with you. But Garr wrote to me, hoping that I could come to the Holy Land of Swords and give you some pointers."
At this point, the old woman lifted her wrinkled face and looked directly at Roya.
Her gray hair and hunched back indicated that she was no longer young. People always grow old, and the water goddess was old now. Who knows how long it would take before she turned into a withered corpse, buried in the earth, and turned into a skeleton.
Who will remember her? Remember that there was once such an old woman in this world?
Luo Ya laughed, a wild smile playing on his lips. He stared directly at the old woman before him and sheathed his throat flute.
When Izelti saw Roya sheathing his sword, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Roya would still give the current water god some face.
However, the old woman's expression remained serious. She said in a deep voice, "My name is Lieda Lia, the current Water Goddess and Sword Goddess. I warn you again, this is the Kingdom of Asura, and you have crossed the line."
As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp aura emanated from her, and a terrifying pressure descended instantly, causing an indescribable feeling to surge towards Izuru.
Izuru looked at the old woman beside her in shock, and said in disbelief, "Master, how did you use the Sword Realm of Deprivation?"
Lieda said coldly, "This brat is testing me. If I don't bring out some of my trump cards, I might really die here."
Unlike the shock on the other side, Roya sensed something was wrong almost the instant Leda used her ultimate technique.
An invisible domain centered on Leda enveloped Roya and the surrounding guards.
Almost the instant the opponent unleashed their ultimate technique, Roya wanted to activate Setsuna and use the Blade of Light to kill the opponent instantly.
The moment the Light Blade reaches its second level, a single strike exceeding the speed of light is enough to instantly kill the old woman before him.
However, Roya still did not make a move; he had not come here to kill anyone.
There was no benefit in doing so, so he didn't take action.
After only a slight hesitation, Leda unleashed her sword domain, and this profound technique, named [Sword Realm Deprivation], actually made Roya feel a sense of crisis.
An intuition told him that if he made a single move, he would be instantly cleaved in two.
Luo Ya said coldly, "Old man, you're actually quite capable. I underestimated you."
Roya's arrogant tone annoyed Izelti, who coldly retorted, "You'd better figure out how to save your own life first."
Stripping the Sword Realm is the sixth technique created by Leda by combining two other techniques. It can be described as a dreamlike skill: no matter where the opponent is, in front, behind, left, right, up, or down, in any direction or 360 degrees, she can strike and kill the opponent in a certain posture.
As soon as the enemy makes a move, she can react to that action and completely sever everything.
This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying sword technique. The emergence of this sword technique has raised the Water God Style to a new level. Leda does not need the enemy to make a move; as long as the opponent makes any move, he will be instantly cut in half.
There are ways to deal with such a sword move: either kill Leda before she can use the Sword Realm Deprivation technique, or simply do nothing.
Roya has already missed his best chance to kill Leda, and now he only has one choice: to stand here obediently.
Roya ignored Izelti and stared at Leda, who had drawn her longsword, at the old woman's seemingly frail body that contained terrifying power.
Roya spoke again: "Are you sure you want to stop me?"
Lieda coldly said, "This is not a place for you. Step back, and we'll have room to discuss this further."
Roya placed his right hand on the sword hilt, his originally pale golden eyes becoming even more dazzling. At this moment, Roya no longer held back his aura, and a terrifying sense of oppression emanated from him, crushing outwards in all directions.