Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4186

Chapter 4186: Family Tradition (Part 1)

Dawn used air magic to dispel the lingering vibrations that ravaged Protector’s body and healed him with Invigoration.

"We are no better than Ryman. None of us knows what an Awakened Light Master can do." Solus was flabbergasted. "How did we win against you?"

"You played it smart while I was conceited." Dawn replied. "You already know the rest. Don’t make me repeat myself. How do you feel, Protector?"

"Humbled, but otherwise healthy." He said. "I should have listened to my instincts and surrendered once I noticed you had no openings I could exploit at my current level.

"The skill gap between us is too large. If this were a real fight, I should have run away."

"That was the correct answer." The Bright Day chuckled.

Meanwhile, Nalrond stared at the crystal weapons on the floor of the training facility with a mix of desire and disgust. The prismatic sword and shield might have brought his strength to the next level, yet they also reminded him of his burning village and all the lives Dawn had taken on that day.

Nalrond needed to take several deep breaths until he calmed down enough to ask:

"Can you spar with me as well, please?"

"I can, but it would be a waste of time." Dawn replied. "You use my magic, and I’ve taught you everything you know. You are an open book to me. No matter what you try, I see it coming from a mile away and can counter it with minimal effort."

"What about Acala?"

"Zepho would never hurt you." She snorted. "He still feels guilty for what happened at the Rezar village. It wouldn’t be a spar, but a pathetic farce.

"Then spar with me! Fight me!" Nalrond snarled.

"Okay." Dawn replied, much to everyone’s surprise.

Three seconds later, the Agni’s constructs lay shattered, and his body broken. His molted armor sizzled against his scales and flesh, filling the air with the smell of barbecue.

"I hate you." He hissed, refusing to lose consciousness along with the fight.

"You wound me, my apprentice." Dawn replied as she gripped her chest in mock anguish. "Which is funny, since your words do a better job against me than any of your spells could."

***

Winter became harsher as the days went by, but despite the abundant free time the bad weather granted to the people living inside the Verhen Mansion, they made little progress in their respective endeavors.

Protector sparred against anyone willing and strong enough to face him inside Lith’s tower, under the protection of the Immortal Body array. Without it, Ryman hesitated before delivering a winning blow out of fear of critically wounding his friends.

Unfortunately for him, bad habits died hard, and he had yet to find the proper balance between speed and planning. If Protector attacked too early, he had no answer ready for his opponent’s counterattacks whenever he was forced on the defensive.

If he waited too long, he lost the initiative, and the information he gained didn’t help him much when he ended up starting on the back foot.

Nalrond diligently attended Dawn’s lessons, but the more he learned, the more he realized how abyssal the gap between them was.

Lith too was facing a challenging conundrum that brought him to the brink of despair. Hoping to find a solution, he set his pride aside and asked for help.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming." Lith looked around the table and met the eyes of Raaz, Trion, Senton, Orion, Protector, Morok, and Nalrond. "I hereby declare open the first session of the council of men."

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