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Chapter 391
Bow Star Yuhav primarily wields a great bow as tall as herself.
True to the nature of a great bow—often criticized for its lack of speed but praised for its overwhelming firepower—it almost seed questionable whether soone with such a small fra could even handle it.
In my previous life, I’d been mistaken.
I thought strength characters were swordsn, and agility characters were archers.
In reality, it was the opposite.
Of course, by the standards of the current Lazarus Continent, the common assessnt was that both professions required strength as a basic foundation—but still.
It was absurd that such a small, frail-looking body could exert such trendous power.
Starting with Yuhav, Spear Star Bellion Krevad and Radiant Star Revolt, who had long wanted to properly test my abilities, stepped forward.
“If you’re offering help, there’s no reason to refuse.”
Though he had replaced his broken weapon with a pair of auxiliary axes, his montum hadn’t dulled in the slightest.
When the three Stars positioned themselves around , as if enclosing , the pressure was overwhelming.
These weren’t Stars who bore the title of “the continent’s strongest” for nothing.
“Three old n pointing weapons at a junior who’s still barely grown. If my master heard of this, he’d be appalled.”
“Are you truly fine with this?”
Instead of answering, I dropped to one knee and closed my eyes.
I activated the oscillation of mana.
My body—still inadequately prepared for the Ninth Circle—reacted violently, as if ready to overload at any mont, driving the mana within into furious motion.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be such an easy process.
However, for several reasons, the amount of necromantic mana and elental mana within had grown far beyond what I once knew, making the process unnaturally smooth.
Centered around my heart, a formless wave of mana expanded outward in a perfect circle.
Then, several waves of mana in different colors spread out in succession.
Those spreading veils suddenly reversed direction and were violently drawn back into my body.
Shrrrk!
With that sound, a thin layer of mana wrapped around my body like a mbrane.
“A mana shield? That’s hardly an efficient choice.”
“Indeed. From what little I know, mana shields are easy to deal with once you understand the trick.”
“It’s fine.”
That was the whole point.
I intended to stimulate the mana to the extre.
If I deliberately pushed it until it resonated violently, that mont would beco my opportunity.
With the mana shield fully deployed, I gestured into the air, and a wooden spear appeared.
“One exchange, please.”
At those words, the eyes of the three Stars—who had been watching with concern—changed.
BOOM!!!
The first to move was Radiant Star Revolt.
Like a berserker, he charged toward at terrifying speed.
* * *
Revolt’s assault could only be described as a ferocious onslaught.
The sheer power of each strike was dangerous enough, but what made it truly threatening was their attack style.
They left no openings whatsoever.
No wasted movent—every strike was lethal and precise.
Yet Leon avoided every attack without even blinking, simply by taking one step at a ti.
BOOM!!!
Of course, the others didn’t stay idle.
When Leon had said he could handle three opponents, so had wondered if it was re bravado—but after witnessing his skill firsthand, they abandoned their pride completely.
An aura-forged arrow fired by Yuhav aid for Leon’s blind spot, but without even turning his head, Leon shifted slightly and narrowly avoided it.
At the sa ti, he lightly kicked the ground, sending a loose stone flying and disrupting her timing.
After completing his interference against Yuhav, Leon reached out without hesitation, twisted Revolt’s arm, and forcibly threw off his balance.
Having his attack timing stolen, Revolt staggered back with a stunned expression.
“This is absurd.”
“What a monster…”
Yuhav let out a hollow laugh as she moved swiftly.
Leon had predicted Revolt’s movents perfectly, twisting his arm into a direction that made continuing the attack impossible.
Revolt tried to compensate with flexible footwork—but as if Leon had been waiting for it, he drove a precise pressure-point strike into Revolt’s flank.
“Ghk?!”
A forced choice.
Either let his arm break—or suffer whatever unknown consequence awaited him.
Neither was a good option.
As Revolt clutched his side and looked up—
Leon’s enchanted kick slamd into him.
“This is ridiculous.”
BOOM!!!
As Revolt was blasted away, Yuhav and Bellion launched their joint assault.
Bellion stomped down with crushing force, veins bulging along his arm.
From the spear in his hand, a blazing aura spear erupted and stabbed toward Leon.
There was no rcy in his attack.
He respected Leon as a warrior—and this was the assault befitting that recognition.
BOOM!!
The spear tip lunged toward Leon’s heart, but Leon slid one step aside and brushed the spearhead away with his palm.
Then, like a serpent, he snatched the spear shaft mid-retraction and snapped his fingers with his free hand.
Shrrrrrk!
Multicolored mana orbs blood into existence around him.
Another forced choice.
Abandon the weapon—or take the magic head-on.
But Bellion was no amateur.
He detonated his aura explosively, forcing Leon into a dilemma of his own.
Be caught in the blast—or release the spear.
At first glance, their exchanges seed similar—but Leon was clearly at a disadvantage.
Yuhav was already lining up her shot.
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BOOM!!!
The great bow’s arrow streaked toward Leon’s back, but dozens of hexagonal mana shards appeared from nowhere, intercepting and shattering it.
CRASH!!
Leon’s mana shield rippled violently.
Even after blocking an attack capable of piercing most barriers, Yuhav calmly began forming her next arrow.
Complex rapid fire would only endanger her allies.
A single, precise, lethal shot would apply far more pressure.
Not that it was helping much.
The standoff—each side forcing impossible choices upon the other—was broken by Revolt’s renewed charge, his axe swing powerful enough to split a mountain.
Leon glanced briefly at Bellion, who instinctively pulled back—
And without hesitation, Leon released the spear and sent the prepared mana orbs flying with a wave of his hand.
KABOOOOOM!!!
The orbs detonated simultaneously, halting Revolt’s advance.
After only a few seconds of this repeated exchange, the three Stars began to realize sothing.
“He’s… more seasoned than we are.”
“His combat experience is on a completely different level. How is that possible?”
“Does he carry mories from a past life or sothing…?”
The world is full of young geniuses.
People who master mana or sharpen blades simply by watching.
Their growth often defies common sense.
But even so—
One absolute rule always remained.
Combat experience can never be innate.
Knowing theory and crossing weapons with a true powerhouse are entirely different matters.
True experience requires clashing with the strong—and witnessing countless variables firsthand.
No matter how talented, inexperience always lingers.
And yet, a re twenty-year-old youth was displaying combat maturity surpassing veterans who had survived countless battles.
Bellion stared at his trembling hands in disbelief and shook them out.
“Enough with half-baked probing. As I said, he’s not soone we can asure that way.”
“It’s unbelievable—even after fighting him directly.”
Greed lit Revolt’s eyes.
“That brat… I’d take him as a son-in-law if I could.”
“Give it up. He’s already married.”
“Damn it… What kind of youth rushes into marriage so young?”
Revolt clicked his tongue in regret.
Leon moved calmly, stabilizing the increasingly erratic mana around him.
“From now on, treat as an enemy you must kill.”
The three of them unleashed their auras without hesitation.
They even swallowed every reinforcent potion they’d been given.
“Do not regret this, Young Master Leon.”
“One exchange—once more.”
KABOOOM!!!!
Despite the overwhelming speed of the renewed assault, Leon continued to et their attacks head-on with unwavering composure.
Watching the sparring match, the Sword Saint turned at a voice beside him.
“Tell , Osberg.”
“What is it?”
“That boy… he’s human, yes? Humans who use both magic and aura exist—but this goes far beyond reason.”
“He is undeniably human.”
“Are you confident? I’m not. My warrior’s instincts are screaming danger.”
Half-Barbarian Sevinel Harper was not one to predict victory lightly—his caution alone proved Leon’s strength.
Osberg recalled his first eting with Leon.
‘Can you show will, intent awakening, refinent, the ultimate… or sothing beyond?’
That question alone had made him abandon the idea of becoming Leon’s master.
“At least one thing is certain.”
“And that is?”
“Compared to when we first t him… now, not a single one of us could confidently claim victory in a one-on-one.”
Three Stars bearing the title were struggling.
Worse yet—they weren’t even holding the advantage.
The truth was undeniable.
Sevinel Harper shuddered.
“After reaching this level, I thought further growth aningless. I believed no one in the world stood above us.”
But now—
“At the very least, my desire to train has been reignited.”
Then it happened.
Despite the potions and reinforcent, Leon’s mana suddenly began to surge violently.
Leon himself froze mid-battle, eyes widening.
“Oh… it worked all of a sudden?”
He imdiately sat down and closed his eyes.
At the sa instant, Osberg and Sevinel Harper rushed into the center of the arena without a word.
Yuhav, Bellion, and Revolt lowered their weapons and moved to Leon’s side, forming a silent protective ring around him.
“He’s breaking through the wall.”
“I don’t know how thick that wall is—but I know we must show respect to one who crosses it.”
“I can say this with certainty. He’s a monster. A ‘Star’ evaluation? Ridiculous. Trying to define him with such a word is pure folly.”
Leon’s body adapted once more, and two faint, flickering ninth rings—previously unstable—began to solidify.
Necromantic magic and elental magic were reaching the very edge of recorded history, just short of transcendence.
The Ninth Circle.
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