Chapter 315: Could She Be My Mother?

The audience below gazed up at the unfolding spectacle, captivated by the sheer ferocity and scale of the battle.

The fierce showdown painted a vivid, epic scene that none would forget anytime soon. The sound of each explosion resonated through the air, shivers cascading down their spines as they bore witness to the terrific clash.

The old man, battered and bruised, finally plummeted from the sky, his once-proud figure now a shadow of its former self.

As he hurtled towards the ground, Rio appeared beside him in a blur of motion, his fist connecting with the old man's body with a resounding crack.

The force of Rio's punch sent the old man rocketing back into the air, only for the boy to pursue him non-stop.

Rio darted from side to side, his feet and fists hammering into the old man's body like a hailstorm, giving him no quarter or respite.

Onlookers were dumbfounded at the boy's increased power; their disbelief was evident on their faces as they watched him dominate the old man, who was known to be one of the strongest warriors in the human country.

The battle had taken an unexpected turn, and whispers began to spread that Rio might emerge as the victor.

Amidst the chaos, Layla's eyes never left Rio. Her heart swelled with pride as she watched him fight, her own spirit invigorated by his unwavering resolve. Despite her captivity, she silently cheered him on, her emotions a tempest of joy and hope.

Meanwhile, the old man, battered and reeling, struggled to regain his bearings. As Rio's relentless barrage continued, the old man's once-impenetrable defense began to collapse. His expression twisted with pain and disbelief, his pride taking a heavy blow as he realized that he was being overwhelmed by this younger opponent.

In the midst of the brutal aerial combat, Rio's eyes didn't waver from his target. He could sense the old man's energy waning, and with each passing moment, his confidence grew. He knew that victory was within his grasp, and he intended to seize it.

As the boy delivered a final powerful strike, the old man was sent careening toward the ground.

The air around him whipped into a frenzy, creating a dust storm that followed in his wake. He collided with the earth with a deafening crash, the force of the impact creating a crater and sending tremors through the surrounding area.

The battlefield fell eerily silent, the cacophony of the fierce battle replaced by an oppressive stillness. Every eye was glued to the battered figure of the old man, their breaths held in fear of the boy's next move.

Rio, hovering above the scene, surveyed his opponent with an icy gaze. His chest rose and fell with the effort of his labored breathing, but the fierce glint in his eyes remained undimmed. He knew he couldn't relent until he was certain the old man was no longer a threat.

The boy summoned his Silver Bloom King Sword, the blade crackled with the power of thunder, making him seem like a god of death ready to take a life.

With a fierce glint in his eye, he raised the sword high above his head, and the thunder crackled even louder. The old man lay motionless on the ground, helpless against the young boy's overwhelming power.

"He's really going to do it... He's going to finish him off."

"We need to hurry and save the Lord Havenglow..."

"It's no use... We won't make it in time."

People who were 200 meters away began to sprint toward the scene, sensing that Rio was on the verge of ending the old man's life. However, they knew they would be too slow to intervene, as the boy's speed far surpassed their own.

As Rio flew towards the old man, he steadied himself to deliver the final, deadly blow. But suddenly, a figure appeared between them in a flash. The woman gracefully dropped to her knees, her flowing blue hair cascading around her shoulders as she joined her hands together in a pleading gesture.

Her eyes brimming with desperation, she implored, "No, Rio, please don't kill him..."

The boy was caught off guard by her sudden appearance, but the fury in his eyes remained unyielding, "This old monster has tried to separate me from Layla time and again. I cannot let him live."

Ambrose Havenglow was bewildered by how the boy had suddenly become so powerful. He felt a glimmer of hope as he saw his daughter come to his rescue, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please, spare his life... I beg you, my child," Second Mother, entreated, tears filling her eyes.

She had rushed to the scene after discovering her father's malicious plan to take Rio's life and imprison Layla. Witnessing the boy's stubborn decision to execute the old man, she didn't hesitate to plead for mercy, her eyes welling up with tears over the tragic turn of events where they had become enemies of each other. She didn't want them to take one another's life as this was very wrong.

"No, I won't forgive him. Move, or you'll get hurt too," Rio replied coldly, his eyes gleaming with coldness, his expression resolute in his decision to end the old man's life.

"Rio, you cannot kill him. You're our own blood. You're not adopted. He is your mother's father, your grandfather," Aliyah revealed, her words sending shockwaves of disbelief rippling through the onlookers.

Rio, still hovering in the air, was stunned by the revelation. He slowly descended to the ground, his thoughts drifting to the blue-haired lady who had saved him earlier.

As he connected her to Rose and Second Mother, he thought, "Could she be my mother?"

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