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Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco At the peak of the towering Mount Fuoco, a fierce mountain wind roared!

Elijah slowly stood up, the wind whipping his dry, silver hair wildly.

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Finished In front of the cameras, the warriors of the Sakuranian Martial Arts World immediately burst into cheers!

“Look! That’s our Sword Saint, Master Elijah!”

“Wow! Master Elijah looks nowhere near his 70 years. He seems like a young martial artist in his prime at 30!”

“Master Elijah sat atop Mount Fuoco for 30 years. Imagine the discipline and cultivation he must have to achieve that!”

“Is that scandal from 30 years ago true?”

“Are you an idi*t? Someone as esteemed as Master Elijah, whom even the emperor respect wouldn’t shame himself over something like that!”

“Those sinister tricks used by contemptible people, like planting drugs, causing car accidents, or spreading scandals–any baseless accusation that can stir public outrage–can ruin a genius warrior’s life in an instant.”

“It’s a shame to lose 30 golden years of Master Elijah’s life like that!”

“Time will prove everything!”

“Without Master Elijah, the Sakuranian Martial Arts World is just a bunch of clowns!”

“When there’s no formidable opponent, they think they’re somebody.”

“When Divine Drakebane comes knocking, they remember Master Elijah. It’s really shameless!”

“Greedy fools who care only about their interests have no shame.”

Eira stood amidst the thousands, hidden under a baseball cap and a large mask, gazing at Elijah on the screen and listening to the warriors‘ discussions about him.

A trace of comfort and joy flickered in her eyes.

Eira had come especially to send Elijah off after receiving his handwritten letter yesterday.

Watching Elijah’s slender figure stand as a beacon in the roaring mountain wind atop Mount Fuoco brought tears to her eyes.

She had never seen Elijah before, not even a photo.

All the stories about Elijah were heard through legends.

The fierce winds atop Mount Fuoco bowed the rows of spruce trees, seemingly threatening to snap them.

In the wild wind, Master Elijah stood firm like an ancient pine, unmoved.

Robin watched Elijah transform before his eyes.

ith Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco The previously dull, aged eyes now shone with piercing brilliance.

This was the inner sword energy radiance of a Grandmaster Swordsman.

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Finished Listening closely, he could hear the opponent’s blood and pulse roaring like a torrential river, steady and powerful as molten gold and silver.

This was the Iron Body of the Sword Saint.

A martial arts master of Elijah’s cultivation stood atop Mount Fuoco, merged as one with the sacred land of the Sakuran Spirit.

Elijah bowed deeply. “Mr. Ramsey, our battle is not about Sakuranian Martial Arts, nor about worldly grudges. It’s a test of cultivation. Please give it your all!”

Robin bowed slightly, sheathing his dragon dagger. “Master Elijah, please proceed.”

Elijah also planted his saber into the Maybe indfang deuntain stone.

In an instant, his gaze turned sharp as a sword, and a whirlwind rushed towards Robin.

With a sweeping strike, Elijah’s iron fist cracked the void and aimed straight for Robin’s chest.

Crack, crack, crack!

In the void, the howling mountain wind shattered under Master Elijah’s iron fist.

The fierce wind from his punch snapped hundreds of spruce branches around them.

Several feets away, Robin’s clothes billowed, and his hair stood on end.

The punch hadn’t yet landed, but the violent gust from it was already upon him!

Branches from the spruce trees flew wildly, and a dozen trees were uprooted by the force of the punch!

Robin found himself entirely enveloped in Master Elijah’s storm–like fist wind.

Such a wind would reduce an ordinary warrior to ashes.

Elijah’s cultivation had reached the Pinnacle of Martial Arts where all his attacks were imbued with a force known as the Will of Guidance.

A top–level sword expert could destroy worlds with a mere thought.

This was the highest state one could achieve through rigorous inner cultivation.

This massive release of Martial Will, coupled with the primal force of nature, allowed such extraordinary feats.

Facing such an opponent, Robin could not afford to be careless. He struck out with one palm.

With a loud explosion, his palm strike–imbued with 30% of his power–generated a dazzling beam of light, shattering the stone beneath their feet and scattering snowflakes into the air.

With another deafening crash, Robin, taking his time, swung out another palm, countering the oncoming punch head–on.

08:49 Mon, 17 Mar BNA Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco Finished This palm strike, unstoppable and fierce, uprooted the spruce trees around the summit, and the rocks underfoot splintered into chunks.

The massive explosions shook Mount Fuoco, causing it to tremble as if on the verge of collapse.

Spectators at the mountain’s base broke out in cold sweat.

Would this duel bring the entire mountain down?

The onlookers, as well as viewers worldwide watching the livestream, couldn’t help but be deeply shocked by the first exchange of blows.

Divine Drakebane and Sword Saint Elijah were indeed unmatched!

With just one punch and one palm strike, they created an earth–shattering spectacle–terrifying and awe- inspiring!

At the summit, Elijah, shaken by Robin’s punch, took a step back.

His strong, mountainous body shuddered.

Meanwhile, Robin stood firm as a rock, unmoved.

The outcome of their first clash was clear.

Though Elijah’s internal energy was immense, he was outclassed by Robin.

Martial arts cultivation depended on one’s innate wisdom and talent.

Experts who claimed there’s no innate difference in talent misled others.

One’s ultimate achievement relied not just on effort but recognizing and honing one’s natural strengths.

Otherwise, even with relentless effort, one remained a mediocrity.

Elijah steadied his breath, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

Robin’s casual palm strike, using only 30% of his strength, had surpassed Elijah’s full–force punch.

Even more astonishing was Robin’s unaffected stance.

Like a mighty lion facing a weak antelope, he was unfazed.

Elijah, though surprised, felt profound admiration for Robin.

Even the late Dragon Lord and the youthful Young Lord Dragon could only parry such a blow, not withstand it head–on.

“Again!” Elijah, now excited, looked at Robin and launched another punch at his chest!

This punch, carrying all of Elijah’s lifetime cultivation, could split mountains and pave roads!

In an instant, the mountain wind halted, and the air thickened.

All of spacetime seemed frozen in the path of this sweeping punch!