Chapter 374: Hot-blooded Brothers (1/2)

Just as Moss was worrying over whether or not Belo would be able to live through his match, Rinloran was in a state of extreme danger!

Beneath Rinloran’s feet was an extremely coarse and bumpy floor made of black stone.

Countless rifts had been cut into the floor, seemingly with a sword, spelling out: “Peerless Sword: First Style.”

On the other side of this dim training room about twenty meters away from Rinloran stood a swordsman made of light who was more or less the same size as him.

This swordsman was an entity of arcane energy condensed by the training room.

“Plop…”

A drop of blood-containing sweat flowed along Rinloran’s face and dripped onto the black stone floor, crisply breaking the silence within the training room.

Atop Rinloran’s pale forehead was a single bloody line.

After a moment of slight hesitation, Rinloran took a deep breath and began to approach the swordsman yet again.

The motionless swordsman abruptly drew its sword.

Rinloran’s eyes filled with shock as he quickly withdrew backwards.

“Whoosh!”

The sword turned into a streak of light as its tip passed a mere couple of hairs in front of Rinloran’s face, instantly splitting all the afterimages which Rinloran had left behind.

“How can it be so fast?!”

Rinloran paled as he returned to his starting position, his chest violently heaving.

In order to dodge such a blow, he had gone beyond his usual limit, resulting in a much greater consumption of strength.

He could feel the aura of death lingering around him. The image of being split apart flashed before his eyes.

At this current moment, Rinloran was lost.

The swordsman condensed from arcane energy before him seemed to experience normal physics. It was not weightless, and when its feet slid atop the ground, it was evidently experiencing friction. In other words, this swordsman was a perfect mimic of an arcane master.

So how could its sword reach such an amazing speed? There was nothing special about its posture as it drew its sword – it looked just like a simple chop. Yet somehow, its sword was able to move faster than Rinloran.

Rinloran subconsciously lowered his gaze and stared at the words which had been cut into the ground.

“Peerless Sword: First Style…”

“F*ck! All of those sword energies earlier were just a simple test, a most ordinary one to determine qualifications to enter… this is the first level which truly replicates this swordsman’s abilities!”

“How can I even fail to see through this first level! It’s just drawing the sword!”

Rinloran’s face turned increasingly ugly.

“Bastard, I will definitely see through your sword draw!”

Rinloran shot forward once more.

“Whoosh!”

A sword tore through the air once more.

“Ding!”

The sound of metal clashing abruptly rang out from before Rinloran.

Sparks flew as the light blue flower longsword in Rinloran’s right hand shattered and he flew backwards, blood spewing from his chest. But Rinloran’s eyes were indeed filled with excitement.

“I can see it!”

……

“No more sounds are coming out.”

Redwin glanced around nervously as he stood outside the door of the seventh training room as he asked Clarissa in a concerned tone, “He wouldn’t have been killed in there, right?”

Also at a loss, Clarissa could only reply, “I do not know as I have no clue what occurs in there.”

“Should we…”

Redwin wanted to suggest that they call over a teacher to take a look, but right at this moment, a figure emerged from the shadows before him, causing him to fall silent as his jaw dropped.

Rinloran staggered out from within the seventh training room with difficulty.

Although he was proficient in medical skills and had already treated his wounds, he had exhausted too much of his strength, making him extremely weak.

“Redwin, what is this?!”