A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Margaret's words... He knew the niece he had seen since childhood very well, and felt that he could easily deal with it even without weapons.

It would be better to say that if you don't have one, it will be easier to control. You don't have to worry about the blade hurting people and deliberately avoid it. It will be much easier to use.

Moreover, it is not necessarily possible to take action.

Now it seems that he is still too lax.

When she came back this time, Margaret changed a lot. She was completely different from before she left. Not only her thoughts but also her strength had also improved a lot.

Of course, this level is not enough to exceed his ability to deal with it. He is still confident that he can solve the battle with his bare hands, so this is not a problem.

The problem is, that woman above.

That guy is very strong.

It's so strong that even if he holds the sword, he's not completely sure he can defeat him, so it's going to be very difficult.

The most important thing is that Margaret suddenly has a strong man of this level next to her, which makes him feel that the situation may be out of control. The trouble they cause when they come back this time may be much bigger than he expected, but that may not be the case. What a good thing.

Now, it's not the time...

"Excuse me, Shining. I'll try to solve it as quickly as possible."

Margaret, who followed out, nodded in the direction of the light sign, walked to the middle of the street, raised her hand to catch the two swords thrown by the bar owner Ward, the style was a bit old, and the blades were not sharp, compared to those used in battle. The weapons are more like training supplies.

'The second time I mentioned this name, was it called The Shining?It looks like a Sarkaz, and if it's from that tribe, it's even more dangerous. '

Ma Enna didn't even look at Margaret's movements. He focused almost all of his attention on Shining, secretly thinking about countermeasures.

From beginning to end, he didn't take his niece's invitation seriously.

It's just a child's play, and it's not something he takes seriously.

The young foal is always very lively, likes to run around, jump around, and has many ideas, but those are meaningless. Some things need time to accumulate and settle. In his eyes, the current foal has a lot of ideas. Jia Lie is not qualified yet.

Rather than a playful competition, he cared more about how to solve the various problems caused by The Shining, suppress the matter, eliminate the subsequent impact, and return everything to its original trajectory.

What the Linguang family needs is stability, even if it is temporary.

"Uncle, can we start?"

Throwing out a sword, Margaret took a deep breath and asked softly.

In fact, Ma Enna guessed right. She was far less calm inside than she looked on the outside. It took a lot of effort just to maintain this calm posture.

Perhaps strength can achieve a leap in growth, but strength cannot increase experience. The time she spent in the Golden Tree was not enough for her to undergo a complete ideological transformation and become as mature as her elders.

But, even so, she must stand here.

This time, she had a reason to win.

If she fails, then the next time she comes here will be someone else from the Golden Tree, maybe even the king himself.

No one can predict what will happen then and where Casimir's future will go.

"Go ahead and let me see how much you've grown."

Ma Enna retracted his gaze and casually held the sword in his hand with an indifferent expression.

He just stood there and did not take the initiative to take action. While giving his niece enough time to prepare, most of his energy was spent on guarding against the completely unknown Shining.

But soon, he realized that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.

flame, burning.

It is not the blazing fire that burns objects, but the flame formed by the explosion of some strange energy. The glow containing powerful vitality bursts out from Margaret's body, mixed with the light passed down by the blood of the Linguang family, forming a blazing pure fire. The golden flames enveloped the girl's figure.

what is that?

Ma Enna was still observing, and the next second he discovered that Margaret had disappeared from his eyes, with scattered shadows remaining in the corners of his eyes. The sound of wind sounded from the side, and in his peripheral vision, a flash of golden light was approaching.

clang!

The swords intertwined, creating bright sparks. The huge power was transmitted to the arm through the sword body. The bright light enveloped the old training sword, and the blow was received forcefully.

That is the light that has been passed down from generation to generation, flowing and in the blood of the Linguang family.

At this level, it is no longer a joke.

If he was not serious, Ma Enna had no doubt that his sword would be cut off directly in the next collision.

His niece's explosive strength once again exceeded his expectations.

However, what is even more surprising is yet to come.

Missing a hit, Margaret had no desire to fight or compete with her strength. She immediately changed her position and launched an attack from other directions. The training sword burning with flames was so fast that it even left a blurry afterimage in the air, as if it was unfolding. A curtain formed.

Jingle Jingle!

Sparks burst out, golden light overflowed, and the staggered sword shadows collided rapidly, spreading a large ray of light. Ma Enna was shocked to find that his niece's sword was much stronger than when she left.

The most obvious change is that it is more refined.

The flashy moves and routines have been removed, and only the most core skills have been retained. Every swing of the sword is aimed at the weak point, and the speed and power are quite outstanding.

This is not a performance thing in the arena, but a real sword on the battlefield, with the ultimate goal of quickly defeating or even killing the enemy, quickly and efficiently.

Where did this kid learn such a fighting style?

She has not experienced a lot of actual combat, but she cannot master such swordsmanship. During this period, has she been staying on a certain battlefield to hone herself?

Even then, in just a few months...

Ma Enna became very interested in his niece's experience during this period, but there was not much time left for him to think about it at the moment.

Because he discovered that if he didn't take it seriously and show some real skills, there was a real possibility of overturning.

That would be bad...

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As an elder, how could he be defeated so easily by the younger generation?

Ma Enna tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. The old training sword didn't fit very well, but it should be enough to deal with Margaret.

He was very pleased that his niece's growth was far beyond his expectations. This meant that there was a successor to the Linguang family, and the glory of Pegasus would one day shine through Casimir again.

Just, not now.

It's too early...

Today's Casimir is like a powder keg that can explode at any time. If he wants to change the situation, it is still far from this level.

However, Ma Enna knew very well that Margaret already had a firm belief and embarked on the path of her own choice. Even if she was still very young, she would no longer be shaken by other people's words.

If he could have been persuaded, this battle would never have happened in the first place.

For knights with firm beliefs, the clash of swords is the best way to convey their will.

Then, let him, the elder, teach the still immature children another lesson.

Overly ardent beliefs can not only burn your enemies, but also ignite yourself.

clang!

The sword blades collided, golden light flowed quietly, Ma Enna's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his speed increased to an incredible level. Because it was too fast, it seemed slow.

The golden rain fell continuously with the light of the sword.

The spring rain is like a crisp, moistening things silently.

The raindrops falling all over the sky reflect the colorful colors against the neon lights, which is beautiful and picturesque.

But in Margaret's eyes, this dreamy rain curtain was far colder than the freezing rain in winter.

Sharp intentions accompanied the raindrops, and every raindrop was light condensed to the extreme. She had no doubt that those things could penetrate and tear even steel.

In the face of such moves, the battle just now was probably just a joke.

If you let that kind of thing fall on you, I'm afraid all the flesh and blood will be blown away by the drifting drizzle, leaving only a skeleton.

She didn't think that her uncle would really want to kill her, so the reason for slashing out the light rain in the sky was very clear - Ma Enna had absolute confidence in her own strength and control, and was confident that no matter how she dealt with it, even if Doing nothing will not hurt her.

Realizing this, huge frustration surged into her heart. For the first time, Margaret clearly realized how big the gap between herself and her uncle was.

The strength is not on the same level at all.

Even with the help of the golden tree's power increase, she could only manage a few moves before her uncle became serious. Once he became serious, her defeat would only be instantaneous.

She had no way to deal with the rain of light falling from the shop.

Is this the end?

How can it be!

The reason why she is standing here is because she has a reason to win!

How could you... just give up!

Pure gold flames burned in the pupils, and the blazing light shrank and solidified, as if the body was covered with a layer of armor made of light.

In Ma Enna's astonished eyes, a Pegasus with two wings on its back emerged from the void, its wings spread out, and it screamed with all its strength.

Light, more pure light.

The torrent that shone to the extreme surged like a big river, and the violent waves crushed the ground, tore apart steel, and washed away the entire battlefield.

The store entrances on both sides of the street seemed to have been scraped off by an invisible sharp blade. All the decorative lights and signs disappeared. The fine light rain floating down was also crushed by the huge waves of pure gold, and the majestic pressure poured down. , even Ma Enna had to retreat under pressure.

He squinted his eyes, his sight penetrated the misty golden mist, and saw in the center of the surging light, the Pegasus neighing, the girl's figure standing proudly, the bright light cast into a simple armor, the light condensed to the extreme with the sword The form of a gun extended in the girl's hand.

The powerful energy fluctuations coming towards him had reached a level that he had to pay attention to.

Actually...can it be done to this extent?

Except for absurdity, Ma Enna couldn't find any other adjective for a while.

How old is Margaret?How could she control such majestic power?

Even their ancestor, the hero in Casimir's history, could not have such strength at this age.

Could it be said that his potential exploded just because of the oppression of his sword?

How is that possible?

Reality is not a story written by a bard. All power has its source and does not appear without reason.

Although the sublimation of will can burst out incredible power, it will not be like now, where a rookie with so-so strength will be promoted to such an extent.

Such things only exist in illusory stories. The real reality is far crueler than the stories. It is nonsense for someone to suddenly explode and kill an enemy whose strength is far greater than his own.

If you can gain strength in that way, why do you need to train hard?

only……

Seeing her niece bathed in the rich golden light and leaning against the Pegasus, Ma Enna suddenly felt a little unconfident.

What exactly is going on?

"Come on, uncle, now is the real battle!"

While he was thinking, Margaret, who was holding a pure gold sword and gun, raised her head, her eyes burning with golden flames.

'Strength is coming in a steady stream! '

Of course, there is no plot in a graphic novel like Blast.

However, the power of the Golden Tree can achieve similar things.

A strong enough will was favored by gold, and the flames of the life furnace burned in her body, awakening her dormant bloodline. Coupled with the pure vitality brought by the blessing, she had power far beyond what she had before.

Of course, this is only temporary.

In Casimir, who is far away from the big golden tree, the power contained in the blessing needs to be accumulated slowly. What is bursting out now is all she has. Without replenishment, she will not be able to do it for a long time. Like now.

But, even this is enough.

She is extremely powerful now!

"So, you are still too young."

Ma Enna sighed, and for the first time there was a clear expression change on his stern face. Surprise, relief, nostalgia...all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and he finally returned to calm.

He knew that today's matter was probably going to be a big deal, and it was not in line with expectations.

However, it doesn't matter.