True-Warrior Contest (4)

The twin-sword were tightly gripped in both Raka Gilbert Vaiskyler's hands until they trembled a bit. The glare of hatred was so intensely aimed at Lucie. "I thought one stab on that day managed to bring you to death," said Raka full of emotions.

Lucie pulled back his chain-like weapon and chose to use Silva instead. "I think so too. But death seems to hate me."

Raka pointed his sword against Lucie. "Back then you weren't serious fighting me. This time, give all your strength." He challenged.

Lucie smiled behind his mask. The umbrella is folded closed and displays a different form of Silva, called long-barreled rifle. He then raised the muzzle of the rifle as he replied. "Let's see if you deserve to be my opponent." The trigger was pulled after the arrogant remark was made.

Raka swung his sword vertically upwards. The bullet size about five centimeters was split in half and shot very fast past Raka's left and right sides. At the same time, Raka was dashing forward.

Silva turned into a spear and greeted the swings of Raka's twin-sword repeatedly. Clinks mixed with brief sparkles from the reflection of the two sacred-weapons colored the partially collapsed arena.

Raka's attack looked very fierce and wild yet uncertain. The longer the swing of the sword, the faster and more powerful the attack was. Each slash looks very deadly as well as attacking the vital parts. But somehow he was still unable to scratch his opponent in the slightest.

"Why?!" Raka suddenly shouted loudly. The twin-sword seemed to coalesce into a double-edged spear and kept on attacking. "Why don't you fight back?!" He asked disgustedly as he swung as hard as he could with his weapon.

"DO NOT!" Freya spontaneously screamed in frustration seeing the fight that was increasingly endangering the lives of the two.

Lucie seemed unable to dodge the last attack. He froze in place and his plain white mask suddenly scratched vertically in the middle.

However, Raka Gilbert Vaiskyler was still unable to make his opponent bleed.

"Because even without me fighting, you've already lost, Raka..." Lucie replied with a low intonation. The tip of Silva's spear seemed to stick to the base of Raka's neck.

Lucie had no intention of continuing this meaningless fight. He lowered Silva and then chose to step back as far as possible from both the Dragons and Raka.

In the midst of despair mixed with growing hatred, Raka muttered in not understanding. "Why…?"

"Why do you keep silent after doing all of this?!" He asked with a clear loud voice.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were the one who secretly helped us to take down Samsara?!" Now Raka shouted desperately.

This time, Raka's words shocked not only the Dragons, but also Lucie.

"Why, Big Bro?! Why do you keep hiding in the gray and letting us judge you so badly?!" Raka frustrated. He really didn't understand why.

"Why did you make yourself as if had died along with the destruction of Samsara?!" Raka dismantled everything.

Lucie's hand moved lightly to remove his mask. The face of Rihan Daniel, the man Alvi had considered normal and just a civilian of Yi Lu, showed his true identity.

Rihan's brown eyes moved slowly from one Dragon to another. They all showed the same mixed yet full of hatred expression. Except for one person. Freya Natalia Gray. She gave him a very different look. His mother looked very eager to run and hugged him. But such an act is impossible.

"Wow, how evil you are to reveal a secret that I've been desperately hiding for almost 20 years." Unexpectedly, Rihan spoke in a relaxed manner like it wasn't something to be taken seriously.

"Answer my question, Big Bro!" Raka is not affected by Rihan's change in attitude.

Rihan smiled widely. There was no cold or sadistic look on that face. His pair of eyes also seemed to sparkle with a gleam of light. "I will answer if you manage to beat me, Raka."

This time Rihan really took out his sacred-weapon. A pitch-black chain wriggled out like a giant snake coiling around, protecting its wielder.

Raka is ready to take one step forward. But his efforts were immediately intercepted by Rihan.

"Never mind forget it." Rihan suddenly lost all of his interest. The chain weapon turned back into a thin chain bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

"I didn't come here to fight you guys. Even if so, still not with your condition like that. Pathetic…." He said as he walked out of the arena ignoring the contemptuous glances from the Dragons.

Despite being filled with extreme hatred, but no one dared to intercept Rihan Daniel. They, especially the head of the family, knew exactly that the man was the eldest son of Arken and Freya.

He was an extraordinarily strong even among the Dragons.