Rewriting Fate with My Apex War Goddess (by Ezekiel Valor) novel Chapter 483

In this lifetime,

Steven spin the longsw

wife wildseed some obsessie admirer Get lost, every last one of you!

his hand and gave a casual shout.

“Your saber art is garbage. It’s paniful to watch. And you’re supposed to be a seeded contestant?”

Jacques erupted. “You’re dead!”

Steven laughed coldly. “I’ll show you what this saber art is actually meant to look hke!”

He rushed forward with his sword, opening with the exact same Blood Shadows Blade.

Only this time, the blood shadows became blazing fire shadows.

At the same moment, only three Divine Sigils lit up on Steven’s body, glowing with blue radiance.

Robby and the others were stunned. B-rank? And only a Three-Sigil Divine Adept?

That sight left Jacques completely frozen.

It felt as though Steven had thrown his pride onto the ground and trampled it repeatedly.

He had actually been suppressed by a B-rank Three-Sigil Divine Adept?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Jacques roared, “Get lost!”

But in the next instant, he fell silent.

Steven descended on him like a storm of slaughter.

One slash fell.

Clang!

The two swords collided, forcing Jacques backward several steps.

Steven mercilessly commented, “The technique itself is excellent, but you turned it into trash.

“A style this fierce, and somehow you made it soft and weak. What are you, some decorative pretty boy?”

Jacques wanted to refute him, but Steven’s saber art was already crashing down like a hurricane.

“This move is supposed to be used like this…

“And this one, why are you trying so hard to look impressive? Just bring the sword down directly. Why it an extra time? Which idiot taught you that useless move?”

Clang!

Boom!

“This attac hould pierce straight through without hesitation. A Fast horizontal abish. But you drag it out like you’re performing on a stage.

“And this one

Sword light poured from Steven like a raging tempest. The sound of steel clashing against steel rang continuously as Jacques was driven backward again and again. The terrifying force shaking through his body made a feel as though his organs were being rattled apart

Jacques was utterly stunned.

How could I fail to recognize it?

This was clearly my own Blood Shadows Blade!

Steven had learned it too!

And understood it better than I did!

But that was impossible. This wasn’t some common technique anyone could master. How could a nobody from a place like Rowenville know a level-6 saber art?

Which meant… he had learned it simply by watching?

Jacques refused to accept it.

In Steven’s hands, the entire technique seemed stripped of every flaw. It was flawless.

Jacques couldn’t even use his higher level to disrupt Steven’s rhythm.

It was like two people controlling the same character in a game. One played terribly, while the other performed every move perfectly.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation rose within him.

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