Chapter 220: The Sword That Shook Dario’s Heart

The Sword That Shook Dario’s Heart

Dario shook his head with a pale face and said, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How can such a sword technique exist in this world? It must be an illusion. Yes, this kid must have deliberately created an illusion to wear down my will and make me retreat..."

His breathing had already become unstable.

The hand gripping the Abyss Sword trembled slightly.

That tiny movement did not escape the eyes of the surrounding experts.

Hektor’s expression gradually turned serious.

He understood very clearly what it meant for a swordsman’s hand to tremble.

Fear.

Dario...

Was afraid.

The violent winds continued howling across the wasteland. Endless leaves floated beneath the darkened heavens like countless blades waiting silently for slaughter.

Every inch of space felt filled with invisible killing intent.

Dario’s eyes suddenly lit up as he looked coldly at Leon.

"I admit that you do have some ability, but these little tricks are not enough to defeat me."

The moment he spoke, his voice regained some confidence, as if he had finally convinced himself.

Illusion.

Yes.

It had to be an illusion.

How could a mere sage Realm cultivator create a sword domain so terrifying that even he, a half-step pinnacle expert, felt suppressed?

Impossible.

As he sneered, he faced the sharp swords of grass and trees attacking him. The Abyss Sword in Dario’s hand swept horizontally across the sky, and a stream of terrifying sword energy instantly cut through the vegetation in front of him.

Boom!

The world shook violently.

Mountains cracked apart.

The incoming leaves exploded into dust beneath his slash.

A deep sword scar stretched across the wasteland for thousands of meters.

The surrounding crowd gasped repeatedly.

"What terrifying sword energy..."

"So this is the strength of Sky Breaker Academy’s First Elder?"

"A single sword nearly split the earth apart..."

But Leon merely watched quietly.

No panic.

No surprise.

Only a faint smile carrying hidden meaning.

"Is that so?"

His calm voice drifted through the storm like cold moonlight.

Leon revealed a meaningful smile. He wasn’t surprised at all by the cut vegetation. Instead, he looked at Dario mockingly.

If this strike was really that simple, then it was not worthy of being called a Sacred Art.

The Font Sword Art—

Was not merely swordsmanship.

It was a domain of slaughter.

A law of destruction.

A sword principle capable of turning heaven and earth themselves into blades.

The true horror had only just begun.

Dario couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on Leon after the probing ended.

His eyes sharpened violently.

Boom!

Mana exploded from his body.

The Abyss Sword emitted a shrill sword cry as Dario swept his sword towards Leon’s face.

The Abyss Sword Technique was carefree and unrestrained. It was like walking in the clouds, but it could sever the shackles of space in an instant, and was extremely powerful.

Wherever the blade passed—

Space twisted.

The air exploded.

The sword light descended like a collapsing heavenly river.

Harry’s face instantly turned pale.

"So fast!"

Even he could barely follow the trajectory.

Only streaks of silver light remained in his vision.

Dario pressed forward step by step.

His attacks became increasingly fierce.

Each slash carried monstrous killing intent.

The wasteland shattered continuously beneath the pressure of his sword energy.

But Leon’s reaction was indeed very abnormal.

He didn’t attack.

Instead—

He kept dodging.

His movements appeared relaxed, almost elegant.

Like a lone immortal strolling through a storm.

He strolled leisurely and dodged Dario’s attacks several times.

Each movement was unbelievably precise.

Not too fast.

Not too slow.

Every strike narrowly missed him by inches.

The two of them fought from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The destructive power was extremely shocking.

A forest was instantly destroyed beneath their clash.

A massive mountain in the distance was split apart by Dario’s sword, collapsing thunderously and creating an enormous river as underground currents burst forth.

The battlefield looked like the end of the world.

The more Dario fought, the more valiant he became.

At least—

That was what it looked like on the surface.

But only Leon noticed the growing impatience hidden inside Dario’s attacks.

His sword rhythm was becoming unstable.

His breathing slightly chaotic.

His confidence came from Leon constantly retreating.

Because deep inside—

He still feared that terrifying sword domain.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

"Oh my god, aren’t these two too strong? This level of battle is rarely seen in my life..."

"Is this the true battle of the sage Realm?"

"That mountain was cut apart with a casual swing..."

Numerous cultivators stared with wide eyes.

Some younger cultivators had already forgotten to breathe.

The dazzling sword techniques illuminating the sky made everyone dizzy.

"I can’t see clearly at all! Can you slow down and take care of us little cultivators..."

Some people had a mental breakdown.

This was the first time in their lives that they had witnessed such a battle, but they could not even comprehend the profundity hidden within it.

Their hearts itched with frustration.

Even some elders could only vaguely capture fragments of the exchanges.

Meanwhile—

Fairy Fiona’s beautiful teal eyes never left Leon for even a second.

Every time Dario’s sword narrowly missed Leon, her heart tightened unconsciously.

Her fingers had already clenched the edge of her sleeves.

Without realizing it—

She had begun worrying for him.

Hektor noticed her expression from the side and silently sighed in his heart.

Then his gaze returned toward Leon.

And gradually...

His eyes narrowed.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Leon had dodged hundreds of strikes already.

But not once had his expression changed.

Not once had his breathing become chaotic.

Not once had Dario forced him into a truly dangerous situation.

It was as if...

Leon was studying him.

After hundreds of exchanges, Dario gradually became confident because Leon had been avoiding his sharp edge.

It made him feel like the other party did not dare to really compete with him.

His confidence swelled again.

The fear inside his heart slowly faded.

"Hmph."

Dario sneered coldly.

"Does your Amethyst Summit Division only know how to hide?"

His mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield.

The crowd immediately reacted.

"That’s true..."

"He’s been dodging this whole time."

"Could it be that Leon’s earlier momentum was only for show?"

"Maybe his sword domain consumed too much Mana?"

Even some neutral observers began doubting Leon slightly.

But Leon only smiled.

A calm smile.

An amused smile.

"Oh?"

After dodging another strike, Leon finally stopped moving.

The violent winds around him slowly calmed for a brief instant.

"Since you’ve said so," Leon said softly, "I’ll satisfy you..."

Those simple words instantly caused countless hearts to tremble.

Dario’s eyes lit up fiercely.

Finally.

After dodging another strike, Leon finally stopped dodging.

Through these hundreds of exchanges, he had gradually figured out the profundity of the Abyss Sword Technique.

So that was all.

Leon now fully understood the structure of Dario’s sword path.

A faint disappointment appeared deep within his purple eyes.

He paused and stood there straight, no longer moving.

The storm raged around him.

Leaves danced wildly around his body.

Yet Leon himself stood motionless like an ancient mountain.

"Good opportunity!"

Dario’s eyes instantly brightened.

His old face finally revealed genuine excitement.

He thought Leon had finally fallen for it.

Boom!

The Abyss Sword spun violently in his hand.

Its sword intent erupted with all its might.

Terrifying silver sword light descended from the heavens like divine punishment itself.

The surrounding earth shattered before the attack even arrived.

"Die!"

Dario roared inwardly.

This sword carried nearly all his accumulated momentum from the previous exchanges.

Even ordinary half-step pinnacle experts would not dare receive it directly.

The slash instantly descended toward Leon.

At that moment—

In the crowd, Fairy Fiona screamed with a pale face.

"Be careful..."

Her voice carried genuine panic.

But the surrounding exclamations were too loud and completely drowned her out.

"Damn, why isn’t he dodging anymore?"

"Could it be that he knows that he has already lost and has given up resisting?"