Rebirth of the Ruined Noble



From the moment the battle began, amidst the chaos and clashes of swords, there was one conspicuous absence among the students of Freljord Academy: Zephyr.

While his whereabouts remained unknown, he appeared when needed, becoming a beacon of hope for his comrades.

"Please continue your fight, Professor Lloyd. I will take care of him," Zephyr reassured Professor Lloyd, who had recovered from the surprise attack.

Zephyr's current strength as a 4-star knight made his declaration of handling a 7-star knight more than just arrogance. Even without knowing the true extent of Zale's power, Zephyr had recognized that Zale was stronger. Yet, instead of backing down, Zephyr faced him with unwavering courage. It was not merely confidence, but sheer arrogance. However, his words were just boastful but there were skills behind his audacity— skills which are taught by the Sword Saint himself.

As Zephyr steadied his sword, a blue sword qi emanated from the blade.

"Damn! I love this sword!" Zephyr exclaimed, glancing at his weapon.

It was at this moment that everyone noticed that the sword in Zephyr's hand was not the training sword provided by Freljord Academy. 

It was Lightbane, a sword with a storied past, stored in the royal museum. The exact origins of the Lightbane sword were shrouded in mystery, but it was said that its wielder would possess incredible regeneration abilities and the power to cast light-related spells. How much of that was true remained unknown, but wielding the Lightbane sword made Zephyr feel rather good.

"Kid, I am not here to fight you. Don't throw your life away for nothing. Step aside, and I will spare you," Zale remarked, looking at Zephyr.

Although Zale did not see Zephyr as a threat, time was of the essence. They had to complete their mission quickly and escape from the royal museum. Zale wanted to avoid wasting any more time if possible.

"Is that so? Too bad for you, I don't plan on dying anytime soon!" Zephyr retorted, brandishing his sword at Zale. Zale effortlessly blocked the sword.

Undeterred, Zephyr launched another attack, swiftly swinging his sword towards Zale's legs. The purity of his blue mana intensified, causing the Lightbane blade to glow brighter, making it harder for Zale to track its movement. However, the difference in power between Zale and Zephyr was too vast to be bridged by a superior weapon alone. Zale easily blocked Zephyr's sword and began to launch a counterattack.

Dozens of exchanges were made between them and from the clash it was clear that Zephyr was clearly weaker than Zale.

It was obvious, Zephyr was a student at the Freljord academy who had just reached the intermediate stage of 4-star whereas Zale was an experienced soldier who had served the empire once. There was no way that they both could be on the same level.

Even though Zephyr had the 'Matchless swordsmanship' taught by the Sword Saint which was said to be the best swordsmanship that there is, the difference in raw power between the two had too much of a difference.

It was evident even for the onlookers as they could clearly see Zephyr being pushed back by Zale.

"You brought this upon yourself."

With no hesitation, Zale infused his mana into his blade, swinging it at Zephyr. Though Zephyr managed to block the attack, the force behind the swing was overwhelming, sending him flying. But Zale did not stop there; he pursued Zephyr as he soared through the air.

"Crap!" Zephyr realized that Zale was about to attack him again. In mid-air, he contorted his body, executing an impossible maneuver that allowed him to bring his sword into the path of Zale's swing.

"Tang~" Zale's sword collided with Zephyr's sword, which was still suspended in the air. The impact propelled Zephyr away like a bullet fired from a gun. He crashed into the wall, feeling the impact reverberate through his body.

'As expected of Frejlord academy, there is no one who is average!'

Zale thought as he marveled the talent of the boy who blocked his sword.

It was something that even experienced fighters would find hard to do, moving in mid air while also managing to block his sword! Although he was his opponent, Zale was impressed by the boy's talent.

But that was it! He stopped his thoughts there and went after Zephyr who had crashed into the wall, he had no intention of dragging the fight any longer.

Taking a moment to regain his composure, Zephyr stood up. However, before he could fully comprehend the situation, Zale's sword was once again poised in front of his face.

"F*ck!" Zephyr exclaimed, but just as he thought all hope was lost, something fell from the sky, blocking Zale's sword. 

Zale's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed a young boy defying his attack. The golden gauntlets in young boy's hands glowed with a divine radiance, a testament to its power.

"Are you okay?", Evan asked with concern as he forcefully pushed back Zale's sword defending Zephyr.

Zephyr looked at the familiar figure in front of him as a relived expression appeared on his face.

"Did your back always look this broad?"

Zephyr asked with a smirk as he got up from the dent that had formed in the metal wall.

Then his eyes gazed at the gauntlets in Evan's hand. He was wielding the Heaven Obliterating Overlord's gauntlets.

A playful tone laced Zephyr's voice as he teased, "You stole some weapons too, huh?

Evan's response, however, carried a weight of earnestness. "I am only borrowing them," he declared, his voice tinged with determination as he forcefully pushed back Zale, defending Zephyr.

"My god! I can't believe you guys! Are you ignoring me right now?" he exclaimed, his anger mounting at being overlooked by a pair of youngsters. The audacity of their actions roused a smoldering fire within him, "Kids these days….I guess I have to teach you some manners."

The fight between them was far from over.

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