29 A Grueling Hellish Spartan Training Pt. 2 (1/2)

The roar of the blood in my ears didn't subside, it got louder. It was almost deafening as it flowed. My mind was whole hearty focused on what was happening in front of me.

Clemente charges forward his steps quick and sure. His blade comes whizzing towards my head, as he swings it down towards my head. It was like everything was happening in slow motion.

”Wow,” I mutter.

I dodged to the side as the blade, slams down into the ground with a loud bang.

”Btoom!” Dust and chunks of marble flew all over the place, as his sword slammed into the marble below our feet.

Jumping backward, I summersault through the air and land on my feet, a good ten meters back from the source of the explosion.

Where the hell was he?

That question was answered as I saw him approach from the peripheral. I see my brother streaking towards me like a bolt of lightning. His sword came just as fast, almost like it was ephemeral as it slices its way through the air.

Without any hesitation, I draw my sword up to the right and block the incoming hit. The sword resting on my right arm was jarring.

Steel clashing against steel, his face was drawn into a maddening smile as I countered his blow with my sword. I couldn't properly disperse all the force that came with the blow. It sent me flying through the air like I'd been hit by a freight train.

My lung contracted as I felt the wind being driven out of them, but I grit my teeth and land on my feet about ten feet away from where I had been.

”Huff, huff,” I gasp as I draw the air into my lungs.

Clemente standing right where he'd hit me, his hand on his katana was white he was gripping it so hard.

His hair swayed around him as the wind picked it up and played with it. He was looking like a grim reaper of death. His golden eyes are a bright red, as they stare at me with excitement.

Blood dribbles down from between my clenched teeth, and I felt the slick feeling of blood on my arm from where my sword had been resting.

”What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Salem growls as he jumps out of his chair and marches towards Clemente.

But what happens next surprises me.

Clemente swings his sword and a tangible glowing yellow sword appears right next to the right side of Salem's neck. Anger and madness swirl in Salem's eyes as he stops and halts moving forward.

”Don't butt in, I wouldn't be using magic against her, this is purely swordplay nothing less and nothing more. Sit down,” Clemente growls, it was animalistic.

A truly murderous look passes over Salem's face, and he turns to cast a glance towards Ambrose. Whose hand had crushed the wood of the chair that he was sitting in, the only thing keeping him rooted in place was Marigold.

Her clawed hand was gripped tightly around Ambrose's left arm. He wasn't moving.

”Clemente, I swear I'll gut you if you hurt her,” Ambrose growls as he uses his right hand to push his glasses up onto his face.

The skin around her mouth was drawn into a tight grimace, I could see his incisors that had lengthen.

Clemente didn't even pay either of them any mind, the glowing yellow sword vanished, and Salem reluctantly returned to his seat. But he doesn't sit down instead he stands.

”Marigold, can you cast a healing field?” He asks.

Marigold gives a nod of her head, her golden eyes are tranquil, as she raises a hand.

”Holy Land!”

From her eyes explodes a brilliant light, and a bubble of white and gold began to expand out from her, around the bubble are chains and letter floating in all sort of characters that I'd never seen.

The bubble expanded outwards and covers the whole of the marble courtyard, as it began to take shape, at the four corner pillars appear, bathed in a brilliant white light.

Looking back at Marigold her eyes are dripping out golden tears, and her golden eyes are completely white. Above her head, a golden halo appears, and her hair turns completely white.

A notification appears in front of my face.

「Holy Land Activated, you've been placed under the area of effect. 」

「All damage sustained by the target will be negated for as long as the healer mana holds out 」

I almost whistle, this was an impressive skill. This could be considered a lifesaving skill. It seems that Marigold must be some high-level healer.

”Thanks,” Clemente says simply as he turns his whole attention towards me.

”It looks like your just like your big brother and love combat. Combats the only time you get to see what someone made out of. You can't trust anyone till you've fought them, remember that sister,” he talks as he begins to approach me.