Chapter 369 I Aes (1/2)
Chapter 369 I A girl by surprise After all, the i her opponent's weapon, was that regardless of which one she picked, she would still lose While not as unruly as her brother, she was still an extremely talented and prideful individual, so when she was deemed not worthy of her opponent's concentration, she felt her blood start to boil
As a result of being underesti all the ways in which she would have hues where she would win by using her bare hands against Cynna's favourite weapon, where she would prevail while on equal terered state of mind, however, forced her to take the petty route, and instead of picking a fairly common weapon like her own, she turned towards the area where the er at one, she said, ”That one”
The weapon she had picked for Cynna, was a flail
After a ht that nobody would bother to learn how to fight with that many types of weapons, and therefore, Cynna irlon the fact that she would do the honorable thing, and pick a weapon sihts, and in an attempt to turn Cynna's effort in vain, she chose one of the least feround
However, while the girl expected her opponent to be displeased by this choice, Cynna simply walked towards the rack, and picked a one-handed flail with a sh a siirl whileto add anything, the Silver Alcheirl's father, and said, ”Please, do the honors”
”Gladly” Responded thehis posture on the chair with exciteirl was confused At first she couldn't understand whether she had picked the right weapon or not, but reality dawned upon her the moment her eyes landed on Cynna Froin, soed in her Her stance had shi+fted into one that would allow her to perfectly defend her whole body within a ht at her hands
Visibly annoyed by being intiirl shook her surprised state off, and assumed the stance of the style of swordsmanshi+p she had learned ever since she was little She was one of the young promises of one of the overnirl from an unknown school could beat her with such an odd weapon
Her legs were bent, les, and her blade was placed parallel to her left forearn, with the highest part of the handle wrapped by her thuer Her style clearly relied on speed, and her stance was studied specifically to increase the speed of the first slash, to the highest possible degree
For aa si actual haran to surface one after the other in herwith a horizontal slash which, if performed with a real sword, would directly cut Cynna's body in half
Following that idea, she pushed her weight onto the floor, and let go of the sith her left hand, causing it to slash the air withspeed Millions of times had she trained in this technique, and h whatever unlucky object she would use to practice with But not this tiainst a puppet, a wooden pole, or one of her peers She was a genius, sparring with a prodigy
Right as the wooden blade slashed in her direction, the brass ball of the flail ca its round Thea whole circle in the air, before coirl rapping her hand around
The girl's grip of her sas too strong to be released by a held back hit, but the speed of the flail's striking head was so quick, that she had been dragged forward and on her knees, leaving her shoulder uncovered for the third motion of Cynna's weapon
To the attentive eyes of the girl's parents, it was clear that if the strike hit at full power, even if their weapons were for training, the girl's shoulder would be dislocated at the very least, so they were about to intervene, only stopping after noticing how much Cynna had slowed down her weapon before it could hit their daughter's skin
What was heard instead, was the soft ”thuirl, which ultihtly held within her fingers
The girl, clearly embarrassed by her poor performance, immediately stood back up She appeared to be conflicted about so to concede to one of the thoughts that had appeared in her h with the other
Her father andwith different emotions Her mother appeared to be irritated by the result, and wanted her daughter to try again, and this time, to focusthat she wouldn't
After a few seconds spent in consideration, the girl lowered her swords, and said, ”I don't know if I happened to pick your weapon of choice, but the sword is hter finished speaking, the hter wasn't on par with this girl, and therefore, he didn't want to see her insist and be huhter to surrender to the fights she could not win ”Ha! At least one of my children is not a sore loser” He said with satisfaction after turning to look at the Silver Alchemist, whom he believed to be the leader of this academy His tone was oddly friendly for someone so powerful
To people like the old man Golden Cauldron, his son, and Master Kye, it was easy to see which cultivator was a first generation cultivator, or not A first generation cultivator would spend the beginning of his or her life struggling, and relying on friends and allies to survive this harsh world Their hus would cause them to not look down upon a weaker individual with an air of superiority, as opposed to second generation cultivators, ould rely on the power of their parents to feel better than the others