Chapter 105: Dance of Two beauties

The two girls stood on the massive circular platform.

The surrounding crowd collectively held their breath.

Even Sylvan, who had been openly scowling just moments before, found his eyes completely glued to the stage.

Standing opposite each other, the two girls looked like twin goddesses descending upon the mortal realm.

"Since I am at the fifth level of the Essence Condensation Realm and you are at the third, I will suppress my cultivation to match yours, Seris," Liana smiled warmly, her essence fluctuating as she deliberately reigned in her power. "It will be a fair exchange."

"Thank you, Lady Liana," Seris replied softly.

With a graceful flick of her wrist, a pristine, slender sword materialized in Liana’s grip.

A Rare-Grade weapon.

The moment the blade appeared, a brilliant silver light erupted from her body, bathing her flawless skin in a luminous glow.

The radiant essence cascaded over her elegant silver dress, making her look even more beautiful and breathtaking, like an untouchable fairy bathed in divine light.

"Be on guard, Seris," Liana warned, her expression turning slightly serious as she entered her combat stance.

"You should initiate the attack" she offered, flashing a confident smile.

Seris gave a small, polite nod.

But as her hand reached for her hilt, her pale purple eyes sharpened. The shy, soft-spoken girl from a moment ago vanished.

"Be careful, do not underestimate me because of my lower realm, Liana."

Swish!

Seris drew her Rare-Grade Frost-Bite sword.

Instantly, he temperature on the entire circular platform dropped.

The crowd of young cultivators watched in awe.

An icy-blue frost aura bloomed around Seris’s delicate figure.

Woven within that bone-chilling blue was a profound hint of silver light.

There was a difference between both girl’s silver aura.

Liana’s silver aura was sharp, fierce, and aggressive like an unsheathed sword.

Seris’s silver-blue aura, however, was calm, gentle, and deep, like an undisturbed pool of freezing water under the night sky.

Yet, anyone with enough combat experience could sense the bone-piercing chill lurking just beneath that gentle surface.

Solas stroked his white beard, his piercing eyes narrowing with deep interest.

"What an incredibly talented girl... My granddaughter has found a match." Solas thought inwardly.

Rhain simply stood with his hands tucked loosely behind his back, a proud smile brushing past his lips.

Seris hadn’t even revealed her full strength, yet everyone were already so astonished.

Liana’s eyes lit up with fierce competitive spirit.

"I’m ready!" Liana called out solemnly feeling the stinging cold.

With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, Seris moved.

Frost-Bite sword cleaved through the air in a horizontal slash.

Clang!

Liana’s silver blade met the strike head-on.

With a masterful flick of her wrist, her silver blade gracefully arched upward, parrying Seris’s strike with flawless precision.

In terms of pure swordplay and foundational technique, Liana was undoubtedly superior.

Having been meticulously trained by the elite instructors of the Silvercrest Clan since childhood, every swing, parry, and thrust she made was polished to a great degree of mastery.

For the first few dozen exchanges, neither of them utilized any martial arts.

It was a pure contest of raw physical reflexes and sword skills.

Silver and icy-blue swords clashed repeatedly in a mesmerizing, high-speed dance.

Liana effortlessly deflected Seris’s relentless strikes, weaving through the attacks with the elegance of a butterfly.

Compared to Liana, Seris’s foundational sword skills were slightly rigid. She lacked the decades of ingrained muscle memory that Liana possessed.

But... Seris had something far more frightening.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Every single time their blades crossed, a bone-piercing chill traveled straight down Liana’s sword and into her arm.

Seris’s innate icy essence was simply too overwhelming!

Thin layers of frost began to spread rapidly across Liana’s sword, and arms.

To the mesmerized onlookers, the spar didn’t even look like a battle.

It looked like two fairies dancing under the moonlight.

Yet, within that breathtaking display, Liana was constantly being pushed back.

Her wrist was growing increasingly numb. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The sheer quality of Seris’s innate essence was effortlessly bridging the gap in their physical techniques.

After just a dozen exchanges, Liana’s foot slid backward, a layer of frost spreading up to her forearms.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Boom!

Liana was forced to completely release her Level 5 Essence Condensation Realm aura just to forcefully expel the encroaching frost from her body.

"Your essence is frightful, Seris!" Liana called out, her breath forming a white cloud in the freezing air.

Despite being pushed back, her eyes sparkled with genuine exhilaration. "If we just rely on basic sword skills, I will definitely lose. I have to use my martial arts now!"

Seris nodded, her pale purple eyes looking calm. "Please."

Liana’s feet shifted into a new stance.

Her silver aura contracted sharply, pulling inward before detonating outward in a focused, devastating burst.

She raised her sword overhead.

Silvercrest Clan’s Rare-Grade Martial Art — Radiant Silver Cleave!

A colossal arc of blinding silver sword light erupted from her blade, howling through the air like a crescent moon tearing across the night sky.

It was strong enough to defeat a level 6 Essence Condensation Realm.

Seeing this, Seris gently raised her Frost-Bite sword.

Hundred Flowers Sword Art!

Whoosh—!

Ten icy-blue sword lotuses blossomed in the air around her, each one spinning with a sharp radiance.

She called upon only ten percent.

The moment the lotuses materialized, the temperature plunged so drastically that frost exploded across the stone tiles in every direction.

"An Epic-Grade martial art!" Solas breathed, his eyes blazing with disbelief.

Even among the Three Great Clans of Mirravele City, Epic-Grade martial arts were treated as the ultimate foundational treasures, guarded with their very lives.

And yet, this veiled, soft-spoken girl had casually unleashed one!

But what shocked Solas even more was her level of mastery.

"It has already reached ten percent of mastery...what is the background of this little girl?"

Standing beside Solas, Sylvan also stared with widened eyes.

He was hailed as the number one prodigy of the Silvercrest Clan.

Yet, even with all the vast resources poured into him, it had taken him full three years just to grasp ten percent of his clan’s sole Epic-Grade martial art.

But this girl... she was visibly younger than him, and she had already mastered it to ten percent?

On the platform, the ten icy lotuses surged forward at Seris’s command, converging into a single, devastating stream of freezing sword light.

The icy torrent smashed into Liana’s Radiant Silver Cleave.

BOOM!

The icy-blue sword light, carrying the profound, overwhelming weight of an Epic-Grade martial art, bore through the silver crescent like a blade through silk.

The ten sword lotuses didn’t even slow down.

They bypassed Liana’s shattered defense, and swarmed her from every direction.

With Seris’s precise control, all ten lotuses halted exactly one inch away from Liana’s neck, face, and limbs.

Liana froze.

The biting cold completely enveloped her.

Seris slowly lowered her Frost-Bite sword.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the ten lotuses dissolved into a harmless, glittering mist that washed over Liana’s trembling figure.

"I win," Seris said softly, her lips curving into a warm, polite smile beneath her veil.

For a long moment, Liana just stood there.

Then, an incredulous smile stretched across Liana’s face.

"Haa... what a genius!" Liana shook her head, completely admitting defeat. "I yield! Seris, you are incredible!"

Deafening cheers and roars of pure astonishment tore through the night sky.

The young cultivators of the Silvercrest Clan practically lost their minds, staring at the veiled girl as if they were looking at a literal deity.

Liana didn’t show a single ounce of bitterness or jealousy.

Instead, she stepped forward and excitedly grabbed Seris’s hands, her eyes shining like bright stars.

Standing in the viewing area, a hearty smile graced Solas’s aged face.

It had been a long time since he had seen his granddaughter so thoroughly outclassed, yet so genuinely happy about it.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound of slow clapping suddenly cut through the cheering crowd.

It was Sylvan.

"Truly an eye-opening display," Sylvan said, clapping his hands slowly. His gaze locked onto Seris, burning with intense competitiveness. "Your mastery of that Epic-Grade art is remarkable, Lady Seris."

"However," Sylvan continued, "I can feel that the spar with Liana didn’t push lady Seris to her limits."

"How about we spar? I have also learnt an Epic Grade martial art to ten percent like lady Seris. It may help both of us. What do you say, lady Seris."