First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 155

'Honestly, this will be a good opportunity to test my own swordsmanship as well. Sparring with Uncle Edgar is beneficial, but fighting someone my age will give me a clearer benchmark.'

[Mmm… So you won't be able to use your Fireball Spell… how unfortunate. (︶︹︺)]

He lightly grinned, 'Don't worry, I will get a lot more opportunities to use it.'

Behind him, the girls were chatting with animated interest. Felira was practically bouncing beside Arya.

"She's really serious about the sword," Felira whispered. "I heard she defeated some older members of her family with her sword alone some time ago."

Arya smiled. "That sounds just like Sylvia. She lives and breathes swordsmanship."

Emilia crossed her arms quietly. "If Orion is still on the same level as he was last time, then he might very well lose…" she trailed off, eyes narrowing slightly, "…But I want to see how far he can go using just his own skill."

As they approached the vast training ground, Orion noticed how students began curiously turning their heads. Sylvia, a prodigy known for her exceptional swordsmanship, had a reputation that naturally attracted attention wherever she went.

Orion's rising notoriety within the academy compounded the interest, and soon whispers spread rapidly among the gathering crowd.

"Isn't that Sylvia? And isn't that Orion Helstorm?"

"Are they about to spar? But wasn't Orion quite… uh how do I say this?"

"Amateur with his sword the last time he fought."

"Yes! That. But I wonder why she decided to spar with him?"

"Maybe Goddess Sylvia wants to see if Orion lives up to his potential?"

The crowd's murmurs grew louder as more students began rushing over, forming a wide circle around one of the arenas.

The training arenas were expansive circles, marked clearly by glowing boundary runes etched into smooth stone surfaces, designed specifically to handle intense battles.

Sylvia stepped calmly into the arena, her scarlet hair cascading around her shoulders as the sunlight gleamed brilliantly upon it.

Orion followed suit, his black hair contrasting vividly against his fair skin, an expression of calm focus adorning his face. They stood facing each other, mere feet apart, eyes locked.

He drew Realm Guardian carefully from its scabbard, marveling again at its perfect balance. With a mental nudge, he adjusted its weight, choosing to mimic a standard longsword for fairness and true skill assessment.

Across from him, Sylvia nodded slightly. "Good. You brought a real sword. I was worried you'd use one of those training rods."

"I did consider a stick. Would've matched my current swordsmanship level," Orion joked.

She didn't smile, but the faintest twitch of amusement flickered in her gaze. "We'll see."

Sylvia smoothly drew her own sword—a slender, elegantly curved blade shimmering faintly with polished silver. Orion sensed subtle mana within it, though she clearly refrained from activating its true power.

"Are you ready?" Sylvia asked, shifting smoothly into a graceful combat stance, her eyes narrowing with seriousness.

"Whenever you are," Orion responded calmly, taking a basic but solid stance.

[Master… she looks really serious. Should I secretly enhance your eyesight or maybe give you a power boost?! Just a tiny one! (;￣Д￣)]

'…You can't do any of those.'

[Ugh, I don't wanna see her beat you. (⋟﹏⋞)]

He speechlessly looked at the floating window, 'Have some trust in me, will you?'

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and met his gaze with Sylvia.

"Begin!"

Their exchanges intensified rapidly, each clash resonating with vibrant metallic sounds, quickening the crowd's pulses. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}