SSS-Rank Awakening: My Talent Multiplies Everything novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Training With The Sword Saint.

Before Kael could answer, the Sword Saint raised a hand, cutting him off.

"On second thought..." the old man said with a faint smile. "There’s no point asking."

His eyes sharpened.

"We’ll simply find out."

He casually gestured with his hand.

"Come at me with everything you’ve got."

"Let’s see what you’re capable of."

Kael hesitated.

"...Right here?"

The Sword Saint nodded.

"Yes."

Kael instinctively swept his gaze across the training chamber.

The walls looked ordinary. They were built from weathered stone bricks that had clearly existed for many years. Nothing about them suggested they could withstand the force generated by two high-level Awakened.

If he fought without restraint...

This entire place might collapse.

The Sword Saint followed his line of sight and immediately understood what he was worried about.

A chuckle escaped the old man.

"So that’s what’s bothering you."

Without another word, he casually flicked his hand.

A razor-thin strand of sword light burst from his fingertips.

It crossed the room in an instant before crashing directly into one of the stone walls.

BOOM!

The chamber trembled violently.

Kael expected the entire wall to explode.

Instead...

The moment the sword light struck, countless intricate runes hidden beneath the surface suddenly lit up.

Silver patterns spread throughout the entire wall like veins awakening beneath ancient stone.

A translucent barrier manifested an instant later.

The sword light slammed into it, unleashing an overwhelming burst of force, yet the barrier merely rippled before calmly dispersing the attack.

When the light faded...

The wall remained completely untouched.

Not even a scratch had been left behind.

The runes slowly dimmed before disappearing back into the stone as though they had never existed.

The Sword Saint looked back at Kael.

"Well?"

He smiled.

"Still worried about breaking my house?"

The corner of Kael’s lips lifted.

"Not anymore."

He rolled his shoulders before taking a slow breath.

"Then... here I come."

The instant those words fell, earth energy erupted from within his body.

His muscles tensed.

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

Boom!

Kael shot forward like a cannonball.

The distance separating them disappeared almost instantly as his fist tore through the air with explosive force.

The Sword Saint remained where he stood.

Only when the punch was inches from his face did he move.

His body shifted ever so slightly.

The fist brushed past his cheek.

Kael’s other arm immediately followed, driving toward the old man’s ribs before seamlessly flowing into a knee strike aimed at his abdomen.

Every movement connected naturally into the next.

There wasn’t the slightest pause.

The Sword Saint’s eyes flashed with interest.

His palm intercepted the incoming knee before effortlessly redirecting its momentum.

Kael twisted his body in mid-motion, using the redirected force to launch an elbow toward the old man’s temple.

Bang!

Palm met elbow.

A violent shockwave burst outward.

The collision echoed throughout the training chamber.

Neither of them stopped.

Kael flowed from one strike into another without interruption. His fists, elbows, knees, shoulders, heels, even the slightest movement of his body became opportunities to attack.

Every part of him had become a weapon.

The Sword Saint, however, remained firmly in control of the clash.

His movements were minimal.

He didn’t waste a single motion.

One palm neutralized a punch.

A slight turn of his waist caused a kick to skim harmlessly past him.

His forearm intercepted an elbow before immediately transitioning into a counter that forced Kael onto the defensive.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each collision released another deafening explosion that reverberated throughout the chamber.

The runic formations embedded within the walls continuously flickered to life, quietly absorbing every shockwave that reached them.

Despite Kael attacking relentlessly, he couldn’t land a clean hit.

Not one.

The gap between them wasn’t merely strength.

It was experience.

Every attack Kael threw seemed to have been predicted before he even committed to it.

The Sword Saint always appeared exactly where he needed to be.

His defenses were airtight.

His counters merciless.

Several times, Kael tried to create openings by altering the flow of his attacks.

Yet each attempt was calmly dismantled before it could achieve anything meaningful.

Minutes passed.

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