In the grand council hall of the ancient and majestic Blackstone Castle, the seat of power for the ruler of the entire European continent, a peak battle between the two strongest individuals of the time was taking place.
Alexander Corvinus charged at Chen Mo with astonishing speed, his sword piercing the air as it aimed straight for Chen Mo's chest.
The immense power and incredible speed of this move caused Andrew, Victor, and the others present to change their expressions.
Previously, the battle between Chen Mo and Alexander Corvinus on the ship had ended quickly, so they didn't know Corvinus's true strength until now. They realized that the target Chen Mo had been pursuing for years was incredibly powerful.
Facing Alexander Corvinus's swift and powerful strike, Chen Mo's eyes lit up, feeling his blood boiling and his mind clearer and more focused than ever.
This was the feeling of battle!
Locking his eyes on the rapidly approaching sword, Chen Mo used his legs and waist to rotate his upper body to the left, blocking with his sword while shifting his weight to the right, avoiding Alexander's attack trajectory.
The rotation of his body brought his shoulders and arms into play, with the force starting from his feet, accumulating through his waist, back, shoulders, and arms, reaching its peak in the rotation.
Chen Mo's sword, carrying immense power, struck Alexander's sword from the side with the force of a thunderbolt.
"Clang!"
With a loud clash of swords, Alexander's powerful strike was deflected by Chen Mo.
Alexander was already in front of Chen Mo, and before he could launch another attack, Chen Mo stepped forward, using the rebound force from the previous strike to slash horizontally at Alexander.
Alexander, unfazed by the swift counterattack, continued his forward momentum, twisting his body and bringing his deflected sword back to block Chen Mo's strike just in time.
"Clang! Shhh!"
The crisp sound of swords clashing echoed through the hall.
Chen Mo's blade slid across Alexander's sword, creating sparks but not severing it as before.
Both attacks were blocked, and without pause, they clashed again.
The hall was filled with the continuous sound of swords clashing, their figures moving at incredible speed, making it difficult for even the vampire knights with their superior vision to follow the details of the battle.
In the grand hall, besides Chen Mo and Alexander, there were Andrew, Victor, Amelia, and dozens of vampire knights.
As the intense battle continued, a small blonde girl, about eight or nine years old, wearing a cute princess dress, stumbled into the hall from an entrance connected to the castle's interior.
Hearing the news of the knights' triumphant return, the girl hurried over. Upon entering the hall, she saw the lord and a stern-looking middle-aged man with white hair and beard facing off with swords. She quickly ran to Amelia, grabbing her cloak and peeking out from behind her to watch the battle.
Amelia had already heard the small footsteps behind her and smiled. When the girl reached her and peeked out, Amelia gently placed her right hand on the girl's head.
"Selina, watch carefully."
Amelia's eyes never left the battle as she spoke. Witnessing such a fight between the strongest was a valuable experience for everyone, offering great benefits.
The girl, Selina, nodded, letting Amelia's fingers rest on her head, her face pressed against Amelia's leg, her blue eyes fixed on the intense battle with full concentration.
This girl was the same one Chen Mo had encountered in the workshop, nearly trampled by a warhorse. She was the granddaughter of the workshop manager, Kane, and her father, Bert, was responsible for building the dungeon that held William.
Upon hearing her name, Chen Mo had his suspicions. Learning that her father was an expert in dungeon construction confirmed it. This adorable girl was indeed Selina, the vampire warrior and protagonist of the movie "Underworld."
Regarding the heroic and coldly beautiful protagonist from the movie, Chen Mo was deeply impressed. However, he never expected that the future protagonist of this world, along with her entire family, would be within his territory, and her grandfather would be the workshop manager appointed by him.
After confirming Selina's identity, Chen Mo naturally paid more attention to this adorable little girl. After Marcus turned everyone in the workshop into vampires, Chen Mo brought Selina into the castle, entrusting her to Amelia, the only female knight in the Templar Knights, for guidance. He allowed her to freely enter and leave the workshop and the castle.
Amelia also liked this very pretty and cute little girl. She always kept her by her side in the castle, teaching her carefully and treating her like her own daughter.
Selina liked her beautiful and noble master, who was very cold to others but very gentle to her. Although Amelia was strict when teaching her swordsmanship, Selina still loved being by her side. The two, though not related by blood, were like a real mother and daughter.
Not only Amelia, but all the knights in the castle liked the pure and adorable little Selina. After fighting and killing outside, seeing this lively and beautiful little girl in the castle would instantly dissipate their killing intent, making them feel like they were home.
With Selina, the solemn and gloomy Blackstone Castle became much more vibrant and lively.
The special treatment from the lord, the affection from Amelia and the knights, made Selina the little princess of the castle. No one was willing to bully her, and no one dared to.
However, Selina did not become arrogant due to everyone's affection. She remained as innocent, kind, and well-behaved as before.
At this moment, Selina was hiding behind Amelia, watching the battle between the two in the hall with wide eyes. She had never seen such an intense and swift fight. The previous sparring between the knights was far inferior to this.
Watching Chen Mo, dressed in a black robe and wielding his sword like the wind, Selina's bright eyes were full of admiration. The lord was so powerful!
As the battle continued, Chen Mo gained a better understanding of Alexander Corvinus's strength. His power and speed were about six times that of an ordinary person, comparable to Chen Mo's, and his combat skills and experience were superior. Chen Mo could barely cope with his superior perception and reaction.
The two were evenly matched, each with their strengths, and the fight was evenly balanced, with Alexander slightly having the upper hand.
However, Chen Mo's learning ability was too strong. In the intense battle, he quickly accumulated experience, learning Alexander's advanced combat techniques and making them his own.
The gap in skills between the two began to narrow, and soon they were evenly matched. Alexander went from cautious at the beginning to relaxed and puzzled when he had the upper hand, to now gradually being suppressed by Chen Mo, his expression becoming more and more surprised.
The longer the fight went on, the more pressure Alexander felt from Chen Mo. He had wondered why Chen Mo, a "god," had weaker skills than himself.
When he discovered Chen Mo's terrifying learning ability and rapid progress, Alexander was shocked but also relieved.
Perhaps, as a god, Chen Mo didn't need to use a sword to fight before, as he could easily incinerate enemies with lightning. But now, once he used a sword, he could quickly learn various combat techniques, rapidly improving his swordsmanship, and was about to surpass Alexander, the strongest swordsman of the time.
The battle continued, and Alexander no longer felt as relaxed as at the beginning.
Even though he used all his skills, honed over hundreds of years and countless battles, he couldn't turn the tide and was increasingly suppressed by Chen Mo.
In the end, he could only defend, retreating under Chen Mo's relentless attacks, barely parrying with his sword.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After a series of rapid sword clashes, Alexander finally couldn't hold on, and his sword was knocked out of his hand. Chen Mo's sword was immediately at his throat.
Looking at Chen Mo, holding his sword and exuding a sharp aura, Alexander felt no disappointment or frustration. Instead, he was filled with amazement and wonder.
Chen Mo's swordsmanship had improved so astonishingly in such a short time!