Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Logan was eager to test his limits and see the extent of his growth, as well as the strength of the opponents he could facea perfect sparring partner to challenge without reservation. The Swordmaster, against whom his every attack was perfectly blocked and countered, served just this purpose. Logan put on full display the potential he had nurtured thus far, yet as time wore on, the once smiling Swordmasters expression grew increasingly stern.

Clash!

Despite the swords colliding head-on, Logan was the one sent reeling each time. After over thirty exchangesmost of which the Swordmaster had gracefully evaded or precisely targeted weaknesseshe began to exert force for the first time.

As Logan readied himself to rush in again, the Swordmaster halted him with an upheld palm.

What are you doing now?

Huh?

Youre not telling me this is your best, are you?

No, its not.

Is that so? Then lets see what your best truly looks like.

Logans expression tensed at the Swordmasters ominous tone. It was their first formal sparring since he had become an official disciple, and he didnt want to start by disappointing his Master. Determined to prove himself, despite his wavering confidence, Logan decided to unleash the best moves he could perform.

Woong!

Ha!

Kwaahh!

Eight layers of golden waves surged toward the Swordmaster in synchronization with Logans shout. And before the waves even dispersed, a beam of light streaked straight through spacea technique that had previously inflicted a serious injury on Knight Plants of Moonlight.

Confident of finally seeing surprise on his Masters face, Logan instead found himself face-to-face with the Swordmaster, a cold blade at his throat.

To be struck twice and fallis that what you intend?

Snap!

Cough!

The Swordmasters sword, after unleashing a feint, ruthlessly struck Logans faltering legs. A common training sword felt like a heavy mace to him.

Get up. Again!

Excuse me?

Again!

Spurred by the terse shout, Logan reflexively stood up. His posture wavered, and his legs still shook, but the imposing aura that overcame him caused an automatic response.

You dont pour out Force in a mindless attack, do you? Thats not your best.

As the Sword of Vision sank to foolishness, Logan wore a dazed look.

What do you mean?

Show me your best swordsmanship, thats what I mean!

The light brush of the swords tip exuded an intense killing intent.

Dont disappoint me further, Logan.

Paling in the face of the change in the Swordmasters demeanor, Logan gritted his teeth and raised his sword again, drawing upon his last vestiges of strength, speed, and power.

But.

Taaaang!

His sword, twisted by a casual slap from the Swordmaster, went flying away, crumpled like a strip of leather.

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Their voice was colder than the expression on their face, and Logan couldnt help but quiver.

The kingdoms greatest swordsman, yes, I acknowledge that, but

That prestige and status didnt diminish the effort he had put into his own progress.

Properly, Ill show you properly.

Blood oozed from the tear in his grip, and his legs struggled to even stand as the ebbing energy finally began to replenish. Filling the lacking place with stubbornness, Logan forced his body into motion and picked up another training sword from the side of the arena.

Dismissing any complacent thoughts of testing limits or showing achievements, he resolved, Ill land a hit, no matter what.

Setting aside the rational screams of impossibility, he adopted the most comfortable stance to optimize minimal effort for maximum effect and visualized the path that would yield the best results.

Thump.

Everything, from the springing footwork to the concise swing of the sword, was executed with unprecedented cleanliness, given the absence of distractions.

But.

Buurk!

Cough!

Too simple!