Ariel and the servants watched the arena, now occupied by Amon and Alvis, from a distance.
While Ariel remained silent, she kept hoping Amon would lose so she could claim the location of the Sage's legacy.
Her mind was filled with nothing else. The desire to break off the engagement had vanished somewhere along the way.
Meanwhile, the servants were discussing among themselves.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Obviously, young master Amon, right? The Light Sword Technique is too deadly."
"But can he actually perform that technique? He's been lazy all this time."
"I don't know, but I've never seen him fight or use that technique either."
"He wouldn't have accepted this duel if he wasn't confident."
"No, maybe he accepted it on a whim out of anger that his engagement was disturbed by a stranger."
"If that's true, then he's definitely going to lose."
In the arena, Alvis smiled happily as if he had already won.
'He's truly an idiot. Not only lazy, but also arrogant enough to fight someone as genius as me. I won't kill him right away; I'll torture and humiliate him first.'
In front of Alvis, Amon was completely relaxed, as if he was guaranteed an instant victory.
'I knew he'd challenge me to a Trial By Sword. That's why I postponed my meeting with Ariel so I could perfect the Light Sword Technique.'
Of course, he wasn't as foolish as the original Amon. The current Amon was far more calculating and cunning.
Just as Alvis hated him, Amon also despised Alvis.
In the novel, after the fall of the Arcilla Kingdom, Alvis defected to the Death God, and since then, he had repeatedly cornered Liam.
"When this coin touches the ground, the battle begins."
The referee spoke before tossing a coin into the air. After that, she immediately ran away, fearing the Light Sword Technique.
This technique was extremely deadly and destructive, even to the surrounding environment and people nearby.
The coin hit the ground.
Alvis, arrogant and completely underestimating Amon as if he were an insect, remained still.
With an arrogant smirk on his face, he said, "I'll allow you to strike first."
"Fool!"
Amon smiled, delighted by his enemy's foolishness.
Without wasting any time, he immediately used the Light Sword Technique.
Instantly, time for the people and environment around him seemed to slow down- no, more like stop.
At the same time, Amon felt like he could move normally. He ran straight towards Alvis and sliced his body in half from the abdomen.
However, to the spectators, Amon's actions were so fast that they were invisible to the naked eye.
What they felt was heat.
As Amon moved at the speed of light, the friction with the air generated extreme heat.
Even the air around him ionized into plasma. This created very high temperatures, burning the surroundings and causing massive damage.
Alvis, too, was burned alive without realizing it; as he was the closest to Amon.
Not only that, Amon's near-light-speed movement generated a massive shockwave of energy, resembling a sonic boom.
As a result, he destroyed the surroundings, tearing trees apart, splitting the ground, and shredding Alvis's body into pieces under the overwhelming pressure of the energy.
The sound he produced even echoed throughout the city, almost audible to everyone.
The reason Ariel and the servants watched from afar was to avoid the deadly effects of this. However, their skin still burned, their eardrums ruptured, and their bodies were flung into the air, screaming in pain.
The Light Sword Technique was truly worthy of being the pride of the Lucerion Clan.
However, the technique also took a toll on its user. Especially since Amon was only at level 0 now.
He immediately fell to the ground as if his energy had been drained and all the muscles in his entire body were filled with pain that made him tremble in pain.
"Damn it… why am I so weak?"
He forced his body to rise before stumbling forward to claim his prize.
'Karyuken. The sword I loved most even back when I was just a reader.'
Amon looked at the katana in his hands. Finally, the sword he had always dreamed of possessing was truly his.
"This can't be! This is impossible! There's no way a genius like me could lose to garbage like you! You must be using a cheat!"
Only Alvis's head remained, and it was still burning. He spoke with disbelief and desperation.
He couldn't believe that the person he had so underestimated would be the one to kill him.
"It's true that I'm using a cheat, but that doesn't matter to someone who's about to die like you."
Amon then drew Karyuken from its sheath and stabbed it into Alvis's mouth before he could scream again.
In death, Alvis could only cry.
After sheathing Karyuken once more, Amon used the katana as a walking stick, approaching Ariel and the servants.
Amon's manhood immediately rose at the sight of them.
Because they were all naked, their clothes burned to ash.
Even more remarkable, since the original Amon was a depraved man, all the servants in his palace were women.
So now he was looking at a row of beauties, displaying smooth white skin without a single thread of clothing.
However, among all the women present, Ariel was the most captivating.
Her skin was smooth and clean. Not even a hair could be seen in her private area or her armpits.
But what caught Amon's attention the most were her breasts. They were large with small, bright pink tips. Slightly sagging, they added an erotic charm.
They were exactly to Amon's taste.
As Ariel was tending to and healing the wounded servants, she suddenly felt a shiver as she sensed Amon's lustful gaze.
"D-don't look!"