Chapter 2047: Chapter 2047

Miss Fabry didn't pick up the sword. Instead, she balled her fists and charged straight at Jenkins. Jenkins, in turn, tossed his cane aside and moved to meet her.

The moment she threw the punch, her fist seemed to be coated in a layer of liquid mercury. The blow struck Jenkins's blocking arms, and his right arm immediately fractured.

This wasn't for show—the bone genuinely snapped. Princess Sophia's strength surpassed anyone Jenkins had ever encountered.

He countered with his left fist, but Miss Fabry caught it in her right hand, holding him fast. Then, her left fist struck him again, right over the heart. Jenkins let out a muffled grunt. Though he didn't stumble back, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

A green light flickered over Jenkins's arm. Seeds hidden in his sleeve sprouted, growing into vines that snaked from his captured fist and wrapped around Miss Fabry's right arm.

Before she could react, a writhing mass of vines erupted from his clothes, as if he'd transformed into some monstrous plant creature. While Miss Fabry desperately fought them off, Jenkins freed his hand and landed a punch square on her chest.

She flew backward, hitting the ground and rolling twice before coming to a stop. Orıginal content can be found at novelFɪre.net

Of course, Princess Sophia’s blows were real, but Jenkins's were for show. He hadn't used his Titan's Power; he hadn't even truly made contact. The backward flight, the two rolls—it was all an act, a performance by Princess Sophia herself.

He said, casually setting his own broken arm while his eyes remained fixed on the woman slowly climbing to her feet.

"Don't worry, I don't want your sword. Consider it a relic of Mr. Candle and the black-robed men. You should keep it."

"Williamette, do you really think you've won?"

The solid ground suddenly rippled like the surface of a lake. A colossal black shadow appeared beneath the floor, gliding around. It was unmistakably the dragon he had seen earlier in the white mist.

The dragon's shadow coiled around Miss Fabry. As her feet left the ground, the shadow lifted with her. Silver scales materialized over the draconic silhouette, gradually revealing the full form of a silver dragon.

If Jenkins wasn't mistaken, this was the true form of a Silver Dragon Lord. This was no illusion, but a genuine, tangible display of supernatural power. While Jenkins was certain he could withstand a direct hit, he wasn't so sure about the people behind him.

Miss Fabry hovered in the air, her hands raised high as a holy, silver radiance enveloped her. The silver dragon ascended with her, circling upward, its massive form shrinking until it merged completely into the silver light held between her hands.

Energy and spirit converged between her palms, glowing with a light so intense that no one could look at her hands directly. Slowly, she lowered her hands, aiming her palms at Jenkins.

In an instant, the silver light once again illuminated the entire floating structure, turning it into a giant, brilliant gas lamp. A beam of pure energy blasted toward Jenkins. No one would have been surprised if he had been vaporized on the spot.

But he showed no panic. From somewhere, he produced a silver dinner knife and flicked it forward.

"Sword Dance: Whirlwind."

Of course, he only said the words in his mind. The blade's silver gleam sliced straight through the brilliant beam of energy. On the other side of the blast, Miss Fabry "instinctively" tilted her head to the right, and the blade merely sheared off a lock of her hair.

The dinner knife flew onward. The spectators who reacted in time ducked, and the knife slammed into the wall, its blade vibrating with tremendous force.

When Miss Fabry descended, the scattered energy and spirit from the silver beam had already been contained by the barriers surrounding the arena.

She stood on the ground, casting a somewhat forlorn look at Jenkins. He asked once more:

"Do you want to continue?"

"You are truly more than you seem. No intelligence report ever mentioned you had an ability ."

There were many abilities of this type, so Jenkins wasn't worried that his "Sword Dance: Whirlwind" would link him to the Believers of Lies. On the contrary, gradually letting the Church know he had concealed a few "harmless" secrets would only serve to flesh out his overall persona.

"Do you want to continue?"

Jenkins repeated, wanting to slide his hands into his pockets before remembering he was only wearing a shirt, which had no side pockets.

She sighed, turning to cast a lingering look at the sword embedded in the ground. Then she turned back—

"I concede. You win."

The woman spoke simply, her eyes meeting Jenkins's as if she wanted to say more. But in the end, she just bit her lip and remained silent. She turned, walked around the sword, and strode out of the arena, her long hair leaving a memorable arc in the air.

The entire venue was silent. No one had expected it to end .

Jenkins stood there as well, staring blankly at Miss Fabry's retreating back. Only after she had truly left the arena floor and climbed the steps toward the seats did he seem to snap out of a trance. He took a few steps forward, intending to pick up the sword she had left behind.

But he stopped after just a few paces, a look of surprise on his face as if he'd discovered something incredible. He leaned his head forward slightly, staring at the sword.

The thousands of glowing orbs floating beneath the transparent ceiling reflected off the blade. Jenkins raised his right hand and gestured forward. The sword leaped from the ground on its own and, with a swoosh, flew into his waiting grasp.

He looked down, studying the weapon in his hand. Then he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone above him in a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn.

Jenkins held the sword high.

"I believe I've won."

His voice echoed throughout the colosseum. The next words he uttered, with his head thrown back, were even louder:

"I believe I am the one and only Savior of the 18th Epoch."

His Lie Godhood leaped within his soul, though it wasn't yet enough to birth divinity. Still, this splendid performance had triggered a profound change within the godhood—a transformation whose value far surpassed divinity itself.