Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3762

Chapter 3762: Old Wounds (Part 1)

Much to the Hekate’s dismay, the Horseman had no way to replicate the bloodline abilities of those she mimicked, yet Tista had never won once. The skill gap was so wide that Dawn overpowered her by using the Divine Beasts’ raw strength and tactics.

"Not to be a sore loser, but isn’t that cheating?" Tista asked.

"What’s cheating?" Dawn replied in confusion, Acala’s voice just below hers.

"The density switch thing." Tista panted. "That’s something a construct can do, but Awakened can’t." freēwebnovel.com

"No?" The Horseman snorted. "What about the Shadow Dragon? The Dark Phoenixes? Titanias? Dryads? Draugr? Abominations? Eldritches? Hordes? And the list goes on. They can all do it and inflict much more damage than hard-light while they are at it."

"Fine, it’s not cheating." Tista raised her hands in surrender. "I guess I just showed off my ignorance. That said, the double voice keeps throwing me off. Are you and Acala fused?"

"We occupy one body, yes, but we are not fused, if you mean what Solus and Lith do." Dawn replied. "We are simply using my body as a base, and Zepho is on the passenger seat.

"This way, he can feel every one of my movements and the way I weave runes better than I could ever explain it to him. Even a mind link can’t compare to this. It’s a perfect training that Horsemen are supposed to use to teach their partners.

"Zepho learns by imitating me at first and slowly makes my techniques his until he adapts them to his combat style. I’m training you and him at the same time. Two birds with one stone."

"What about the spear?" Tista pointed at the huge weapon the construct wielded. "I thought you were a sword master."

"I am." Dawn nodded. "But when you live as long as I have, you pick up all sorts of skills along the way. On top of that, I sparred a lot with Night and Dusk back in the day. I learned spear arts from her and ax arts from him.

"Then, just like Zepho is doing now, I developed their techniques into my own and polished them whenever I reached a magical or swordsmanship plateau."

"Still, you are damn good with a spear for someone who’s been imprisoned for so long." Tista replied, hoping not to offend her mentor. "No offence."

"None taken." Dawn shook her head. "Also, I kept training my martial arts even while imprisoned."

She conjured holograms of herself and Night as she remembered her sister and had them battle.

"Holograms don’t consume much mana and, unlike my siblings, I can always conjure myself a sparring partner. Sure, I gained mostly theoretical knowledge during the past four hundred years, but once I got freed, it didn’t take long to put it to the test on the battlefield.

"Nigh-immortal, remember? I can make all the mistakes I want and live to learn from them."

"Damn if you are good." Tista extended her hand, asking Dawn for help to get up, which the Horseman provided.

"Damn if she’s good." Friya snarled while spectating the fight from a safe distance.

Her eyes often moved to Dawn’s steed, Sunrise, and envy filled Friya with every glance she stole.

"Yes, she is." Nalrond sighed. "I hate to admit it, but I’ve learned more in the past few days from Dawn than in the rest of my life. Light Masters fight in a unique way, and we Rezars never so much as suspected Dawn had fooled us.

"What’s even worse is that Faluel, the Fastarrows, and your parents are going to kill me!"

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