My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 626: The Battle of Two Sword Heroes - Part 1

Leon continued walking through the mysterious place. More than fifteen minutes had passed, but there was still no sign of the Evil God's consciousness.

"This is so frustrating," he muttered with a weary sigh.

Searching blindly in a place like this, without any clues, felt like wandering in the dark with no sense of direction.

Even so, for some reason, he had a feeling his destination wasn't far off.

"Hm?" His eyebrows lifted slightly as he spotted a faint trail of light in the distance—like floating fireflies.

"Is that a hint?" His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.

It might not have been a sure sign, but it was better than wandering without direction.

Just as Leon took a step toward the light, a chill ran down his spine—danger was closing in from behind.

"This isn't good!"

His body instinctively twisted to the side, and a streak of black light zipped past right in front of his face.

Had he not dodged, the attack would've hit him head-on.

Leon's expression turned cold. He fixed his eyes warily on the shadow that had just appeared.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice sharp, his right fist clenched and ready to strike.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… Your reflexes are truly impressive, Fated One—no, Leon Kruger." A playful voice echoed from within the black shadow.

From behind the mist, a figure cloaked in black emerged. He stared at Leon with eyes full of concealed hatred beneath his mask.

"You... Are you the mysterious man from the Temple of Twilight who led the Dark Elves in that war?" Leon asked, slightly surprised, before narrowing his eyes with caution.

Just by the cloak, he knew immediately. The black cloak was the unmistakable symbol of the Twilight Temple's members—particularly the Seven Apostles.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect you to be so perceptive," the man chuckled softly.

Leon's expression settled back to calm as he asked, "How did you end up here?"

"That's none of your concern," the man replied coldly. "What matters is that I'll eliminate you and settle my grudge!"

"Grudge?" Leon frowned. "What grudge? When have I ever crossed paths with you?"

He didn't even recognize the man before him. So where did this grudge come from?

Well, he had clashed fiercely with the Temple of Twilight before, but judging by the man's bitter tone, this wasn't just about the Temple and him.

"Is this man an enemy from my past?" Leon wondered silently.

"Hahaha! You really are arrogant, Leon Kruger!" The man laughed mockingly. "Yes, I hold a grudge against you—and today, I'll make sure you remember it!"

With that, he pulled back his hood, revealing short golden hair.

Then he removed his mask, revealing a handsome face that made Leon's heart race.

"You... are you Guren?" Leon asked, stunned.

The black-cloaked man was indeed Guren—the Fourth Hero who had once taken his place as the Sword Hero.

"Yes, it's me," Guren said with a cold smile, his eyes burning with deadly intent. "Surprised?"

Leon took a deep breath to steady himself. He met Guren's gaze and said coldly, "I admit, I'm very surprised. I never expected to see you again—especially as a member of the Temple of Twilight."

Then it came back to him. During the Seventh Apostle's attack, Guren had mysteriously vanished.

Back then, Leon had thrown everything he had at finding him, even enlisting Kaelen and the Demon Soldiers—but all efforts were in vain.

And now, Guren had resurfaced… as part of the Twilight Temple. freёnovelkiss.com

Leon concluded that Guren's body had likely been taken by the Temple of Twilight while he was distracted fighting the Seventh Apostle.

"Since you've remembered, it's time to settle your debts! I'll avenge His Majesty Velix and the destruction of the Holy Empire of Elysium—both caused by you!" Guren shouted fiercely.

*Whoosh!*

He lunged at Leon, fist clenched, aiming a powerful punch straight at his face.

Leon didn't dare act rashly. He pulled his left foot back and raised his right palm to block the strike.

*Bang!*

Guren's punch was stopped, but without warning, he spun and drove his elbow hard into Leon's stomach.

Caught off guard, Leon was blasted backward, flying a hundred meters before crashing and rolling across the ground.

Guren laughed, watching him struggle to rise. "Hahaha! Come on, Leon! Show me what you've got. Is that all?"

Leon stood up, brushing dust from his robe. His eyes were calm but carried a sharp edge.

"Looks like joining the Temple of Twilight made you stronger," he said with a faint smile.

Guren nodded confidently. "That's right. I'm far stronger now. And you'll be the first to feel it."

*Whoosh!*

He surged forward like a bullet, spinning mid-air and delivering a fierce kick to the right side of Leon's face.

*Bang!*

Leon raised his right arm to block, then swung his left fist toward Guren's chest.

But Guren was quick. Sensing the attack, he crossed his arms to block the punch.

*Bang!*

Leon's punch was blocked, but the sheer force hurled Guren backward.

He twisted midair, using the momentum to land firmly on his feet.

The two locked eyes, their gazes sharp with hostility—then, without warning, they lunged at each other.

*Boom!*

Their fists clashed midair, unleashing a shockwave that rippled in all directions. But this time, Leon clearly had the upper hand.

His body had been rigorously trained by the Dragon Ancestor.

Furthermore, he had inherited pure dragon blood from the Dragon Progenitor—making his strength hundreds of times greater than before.

"Argh!"

Guren groaned as the bones in his arm cracked under the force.

Before he could recover, Leon withdrew his hand, spun swiftly, and delivered a crushing kick to Guren's stomach.

*Bang!*

Guren flew like a cannonball, soaring two hundred meters before slamming into the ground.

"Pufft!" Blood spurted from his mouth as he clutched his gut, grimacing.

"Damn... his strength is far beyond what I expected," Guren muttered.

Despite all his efforts to grow stronger, Guren still couldn't match Leon.

Frustration gnawed at him. Suddenly, holy power burst from his body, radiating a blinding light that lit up the surroundings.

The cracks in his bones began to mend, and the pain gradually subsided.

He rose to his feet once more, his hair fluttering in the surge of holy energy that enveloped him.

With sharp eyes and steady breath, he assumed his stance, staring at Leon with renewed determination.

"This time… I'll give it everything I've got!"

But Leon didn't flinch. Not even after Guren unleashed his holy power.

To him, Guren was nothing more than a counterfeit hero—someone unworthy of being compared to himself, to Luna, or even to Valen.

*Roar!*

A dragon's roar thundered behind him, and a moment later, a golden-yellow aura exploded from Leon's body.

It was dragon's aura—born from his fusion with pure dragon blood.

Leon slid his left leg back, bending the knee slightly.

His left hand drew close to his side, while his right fist leveled forward with precision.

"Come on… I'm not who I was before."