My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 615: The War with the Dark Elves begins! - Part 2

"This man is truly dangerous..."

Every attack and movement was unpredictable. On top of that, his strikes were powerful and devastating.

Even a moment of hesitation could lead to injury or even death.

In his entire life, he had only ever been defeated by one person: the Fated One.

But now, he had to admit—the black-cloaked man standing before him was worthy of being called the strongest after the Fated One.

Thalon took a deep breath. His cold gaze pierced through the mask of the man before him as he said sharply, "Don't get too excited. I haven't even started yet."

*Boom!*

A tremendous aura erupted from Thalon's body as he took a fighting stance, light green energy surging menacingly from his hands.

Yet, the expression behind the mask remained unchanged.

A mocking smile curved the man's lips. He swung his sword forward and said, "Then let's begin."

*Whoosh!*

Thalon vanished from sight—only to reappear in front of him in an instant.

He swung his right hand and drove it straight into the man's stomach.

*Bang!*

The impact unleashed a powerful shockwave.

Trees within a fifteen-meter radius were blasted away, nearly torn from their roots.

The ground beneath them cracked and caved in, forming a crater two meters deep.

"It was powerful, but just like before... it wasn't enough."

The voice came from the side, sending a chill down Thalon's spine.

He reacted instantly—pulling his hand back and dropping low.

*Slash!*

A horizontal sword slash cut through the air just seconds later. Luckily, Thalon had dodged in time.

Had he been a moment slower, that strike would have taken his head clean off.

He leapt back to gain distance, but a sudden chill crept up his spine—this time from behind.

"Not good!" he exclaimed, twisting his body and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

*Bang!*

A crushing blow slammed into him. His body was hurled hundreds of meters before crashing into a towering, forty-meter-tall tree.

The impact hollowed out the trunk, and Thalon's bloodied form collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Damn..." he muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips. "I didn't expect him to strike right then... His movements are fast—like a shadow."

Normally, Thalon could sense danger within a five-meter radius. But this time, that ability was useless.

Whether it was five meters or even just one, his danger sense always came too late—leaving him almost helpless against the black-cloaked man's ambushes.

"As I said, you're not a worthy opponent."

The black-cloaked man stood calmly about ten meters away, his voice as cold as ever.

"You're just wasting your strength... and your life. Only the Fated One can stand against me. Though, perhaps even he no longer measures up."

Those mocking words made Thalon's blood boil. He was one of the strongest Elves—being insulted so openly struck at his pride.

"Huh..." Thalon snorted coldly as he slowly rose to his feet.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said firmly, "I admit you're strong. But to be compared to the Fated One... you're still far from worthy."

His words weren't driven by wounded pride alone.

To Thalon, Leon was a man shrouded in mystery—always calm, gentle, and easygoing on the surface.

But beneath that demeanor lurked a terrifying power.

Even then, Thalon had felt it—a silent threat pressing on him. He knew… if Leon hadn't held back, he would've been defeated long ago.

Hearing those words, a flicker of irritation crossed the black-cloaked man's eyes.

"You don't need to glorify that bastard so much," he said coldly. "Sooner or later, he and I will clash. And when that day comes… the world will see who truly stands at the top."

"You overestimate yourself," Thalon sneered, his voice dripping with scorn.

They locked eyes, the tension between them rising—until suddenly, both vanished, reappearing in the heart of the battlefield.

Thalon's fist shot forward, aiming to crush his enemy.

At the same time, the black-cloaked man raised his sword and swung it with deadly force.

*Boom!*

***

Meanwhile, five hundred meters away from where Thalon and the black-cloaked man were fighting, another fierce battle was unfolding—this time between a man and a woman.

The woman was rather short in stature, but her alluring curves were impossible to ignore.

Her cream-colored hair was tied into a ponytail, and her face was concealed behind a white and red fox mask.

She had long, pointed ears typical of the Elven race, but her dark skin clearly marked her as a Dark Elf.

Her opponent was a tall, slender man with silver hair cascading down his back.

A green cloak fluttered lightly around him as he moved through the chaos of battle.

His face was strikingly handsome, defined by a firm jawline and sharp features. freēnovelkiss.com

However, his good looks were marred by a grim expression as he focused on fending off the woman's swift and agile strikes.

He clenched his fist and launched a punch aimed directly at her stomach—but missed.

With a light leap, she avoided the blow, her movements fluid and graceful, like a piece of cotton dancing in the wind.

The man—Luvistar—retracted his hand and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Who are you? How do you know the martial style of Arcus?" he asked cautiously.

The martial art of Arcus, also known as Windleaf, was a legendary fighting style created by the seventh Elf Queen.

The seventh Elf Queen was quite unique compared to those who came before and after her.

While most queens preferred magic or bows as their primary weapons, she chose martial arts as her strength.

It wasn't entirely surprising—she was known for being tomboyish and incredibly agile.

Over her lifetime, she created several martial arts styles, but the most renowned among them was Arcus, also known as Windleaf.

This style harnessed the power of wind for propulsion, allowing the practitioner to move with extraordinary speed and lightness—as if their body weighed nothing, like a leaf drifting through the air.

Due to its incredible power and danger, the use of this martial art was strictly forbidden.

Only the royal family—the Elf Queens and their direct descendants—were permitted to learn it.

Yet now, a Dark Elf was wielding the technique with flawless precision, as if she had fully mastered it.

One troubling question surfaced: Had a member of the royal family become a Dark Elf?

As far as Luvistar knew, no such case had ever occurred.

Queens before Zelda usually bore only one or two children, and their family records were meticulously maintained.

But the woman gave no explanation. She simply chuckled and brought a finger to her lips.

"It's a secret..."