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Chapter 504

Day 112 – Evening, Theocracy, Grand Cathedral, Knights of Precept

Muscle, swelled with strength, drew taut like steel. With it, a mighty arm swung, hurling a greatsword that roared through the air. Yet the blade did not merely crash down, guided from its hilt with precise control, the steel seemed almost to bend like a whip, leaving a smooth line of motion as it split the air.

This was the orthodox form, the painstakingly refined swordsmanship left behind by Skull Lord, technique stripped of waste, honed to the extreme, body and unsheathed blade moving as one. Each motion flowed without waste into the next, securing advantage, leaving fallback options, a structure built on logic. Only the blowgun was missing, that was the fatal flaw. Because it was logic itself, once its rhythm was broken, it collapsed.

「Hunghhh! Damn brat, pulling out one incomprehensible trick after another! And now a blowgun? That’s unworthy