Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 20 predicted your prediction.

"Then we won't hide."

Lynn's gaze darkened, his leg muscles tensed to the limit, and then he exerted force.

Bang!

His body shot straight into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

"What?!"

Duncan finally couldn't maintain his composure.

What is this guy trying to do?

Are you going to jump up and be used as a target?

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, Lynn swung his twin swords into a ball of silver light as he faced the incoming lightsaber.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The dense sounds of impact echoed through the sky, and every light sword was precisely deflected.

But human power has its limits.

Gravity began to pull on Lynn's body, and his upward momentum slowed.

Once it falls, it becomes a sitting duck.

"Can he jump fifteen meters? That's truly amazing."

Duncan's staff gathered for the final strike, anticipating Lynn's shoulder position.

But the next second, his pupils contracted, he tapped his staff, and his body quickly floated backward and upward.

The distance instantly increased to sixty meters.

Why? At that moment, he saw Lynn's starting stance for the throw.

Although he was able to deploy defensive magic in time, it was uncertain whether he could block Lynn's thrown sword.

It's best to be cautious when dealing with such a freakish warrior.

He felt that Lynn must have had a reason for deciding to throw from that distance.

"Have I been seen through?"

Lynn narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the foreseen ten seconds into the future, he hurled his two swords, one of which shattered Duncan's defensive magic at a distance of twenty meters and retained enough kinetic energy to injure a person.

Therefore, by throwing two swords consecutively within a distance of twenty meters, one sword can be used to strike the opponent's face to attract their attention, while the other sword can follow up and injure Duncan.

However, perhaps the process of predicting the future created new timelines, leading to deviations in the future.

And now,

Lynn has landed on the ground.

He looked up at Duncan, who was flying higher and higher, and frowned slightly.

Sixty meters, and the distance is still widening.

At this distance, the kinetic energy of a thrown weapon would be greatly reduced by air resistance, making it impossible to penetrate the defensive barrier of a level one mage.

off the field.

"They're still widening the gap."

Laofen, who was watching from the sidelines, blinked. "The old man is too cautious. He clearly has the upper hand."

"He was right, because he realized that the throwing technique Lynn was preparing to use could threaten him."

Kraft shifted his position, still leaning against the doorframe. "Based on my understanding of Lynn, if he throws his sword at full power, he should be able to maintain enough power to shatter high-level defensive magic within twenty meters. Once he exceeds that distance, the power will decrease."

Laofen looked around the field. "It's at least seventy meters now, isn't it?"

"So Lynn is waiting."

Kraft Road.

In the field.

Duncan hovered high in the air, looking down at Lynn's tiny figure.

A warrior is still a warrior, bound by gravity and the laws of physics.

Even if this kid throws the sword, as long as the distance is far enough, the power of the flying sword will be greatly reduced, and it can basically be blocked by defensive magic.

Duncan raised his staff, his eyes becoming even more serious.

At this point, magic power is running low; it's time to go all out.

hum-

A huge golden magic circle unfolded in front of Duncan's staff.

"Hellfire".

Duncan whispered.

The magic circle spun, and dark red flames cascaded down like a waterfall.

That was karmic fire mixed with high-density magic, capable of burning even rocks into magma.

The sea of ​​fire was overwhelming.

Lynn did not back down.

The vision of the future flashed wildly through my mind.

Three seconds later, the fire on the left side was the weakest.

Nine seconds later, Duncan will descend five meters to observe the results of the battle.

not enough.

We must make him lower it even further.

"Old man, arson will land you in jail for life!"

Lynn roared and charged into the heart of the raging fire.

"Is he insane?!"

Ellie jumped up and down on the big rock in a panic, shouting, "That's suicide!"

The flames engulfed Lynn's figure.

High in the sky, Duncan frowned.

Giving up on yourself?

No, there was not a trace of suicidal intent in the young man's eyes.

Duncan lowered his altitude slightly to check on Lynn's condition.

Sixty meters... fifty-five meters... fifty meters.

At this distance, even if the young man concealed his maximum jump height and could jump an extra 5 meters, it would still be within the safe zone.

Just then, the center of the inferno suddenly exploded!

A huge piece of land, like a shield, flew out, braving the raging flames.

Immediately afterwards, the "shield" shattered into pieces in mid-air, and a figure covered in smoke shot out from it.

Lynn's clothes were burned to shreds and his skin was red, but his speed did not decrease at all.

"Using the soil layer to insulate against the instantaneous high temperature? That's clever, but unfortunately I won't give you the chance to get close."

Duncan snorted and prepared to deliver a finishing blow with a Judgment of Light.

As long as they are still bound by gravity, a soldier's airborne state makes him a sitting duck.

However, even when Lynn was already fifteen meters off the ground, he showed no signs of slowing down.

"He actually concealed the maximum height he could jump."

At that moment, Duncan was indeed flustered.

The height of the jumps before was simply a visual trap set up for this moment!

He really didn't expect that even when they were already so close and the chance of getting close was very high, Lynn would still choose to conceal the maximum height he could jump.

Moreover, if it were just a matter of hiding five meters, that would be one thing, but judging from the current situation, this kid has hidden at least half of the actual height!

The wind howled as Lynn twisted his waist forcefully in mid-air, pulling his right arm back, his sword poised to strike.

Distance: 20 meters.

At this point, Duncan's magic was no longer enough to support his rapid ascent in a short period of time.

There's no escape; we have no choice but to tough it out.

Defensive magic—a three-layered hexagonal light shield instantly formed, blocking in front of him.

next second.

Lynn suddenly swung his arm, and the longsword flew out of his hand.

But this thunderous strike was wildly inaccurate.

The sword wasn't aimed at Duncan at all; instead, it shot towards an empty space about a body length directly below him.

Kraft, who had been leaning against the doorframe watching the play, suddenly stood up straight, his muscles beneath his monk's robes instantly tensing. "I'm going there."

Inside the court, Duncan's body suddenly plummeted!

He wasn't confident he could block the flying sword with defensive magic, so he dispelled his flight magic and prepared to dodge by falling.

however,

His descent trajectory perfectly coincided with the flight path of the flying sword.

It was as if he had willingly offered his neck to the blade!

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out as Duncan's three-layered hexagonal light shield shattered like glass under the sword's edge.

The longsword continued its momentum, aimed straight for the throat.

Duncan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

There's no escaping it.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, a hand suddenly appeared and firmly grasped the hilt.

The sword tip left Duncan's Adam's apple, but still slightly pierced the skin, causing a few beads of blood to seep out.

The one who grasped the sword was Kraft.

The old elf had somehow leaped into the air, landing on the ground with one hand gripping the sword.

Lynn had already landed and was panting heavily.

"Stop when you've made your point."

Kraft threw the longsword to Lynn.

Duncan touched the blood on his throat; his heart was still pounding.

Lost.

Thoroughly.

If Kraft hadn't intervened, the sword would have already pierced his throat.

This was a prediction.

Not only did they anticipate his actions, but they also anticipated his mindset, even taking into account the strength and distance attenuation of defensive magic.

What a terrifying guy.

Duncan descended slowly, and the feeling of unreality only subsided slightly when his feet touched the ground.

"How is it, sir?"

Lynn sheathed his sword. "Now do I deserve it?"

"You are qualified."

Duncan looked at Lynn with a complicated expression. "You're crazier than I thought, and stronger than I thought."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Lynn laughed.

"But I have a question."

Kraft suddenly spoke up, "That last sword strike, you were aiming to kill someone."

Upon hearing this, Duncan touched his throat; the bead of blood had already congealed.

indeed.

There was no sign of him reducing his strength, nor any change in angle.

If Kraft had been a fraction of a second slower, Duncan would be a corpse by now.

"Aren't you afraid I won't realize it?"

Kraft looked Lynn straight in the eye. "Or are you saying you simply don't care whether he lives or dies?"

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Laofen stood up from the threshold, waiting for Lynn's reply.

Ellie also looked at Lynn with a question in her mind.