Chapter 52 - Teaching a lesson (2/2)

I started to use the black sash footwork, allowing me to move in unpredictable patterns towards my opponent. Swordsmanship was a lot about guessing what your opponent was going to do and reacting to it. The black sash skills we had learnt taught us to become unpredictable.

Left, right, above, behind, below. Damn! it wasn't working. Every place I would attack it would be met with his sword in return. It was strange how he was able to tell where I was attacking from. It didn't seem like he could follow my footwork but he still could tell where and when I was going to attack.

I stopped attacking, all I was doing was wasting my energy at this point, clearly what I was doing wasn't working.

”Is that all you've got?”

I hadn't felt this way in a long time, it took me back to when I use to train with my father. I didn't want to admit it but Harry was stronger than me. Even if I used my beast form I could tell it wouldn't make much of a difference. There was still one thing I had left that I wanted to try though.

I relaxed my grip on the sword's hilt. Then lept towards him again similar to when I went to strike Sebastion, I swung the sword form below. Harry went to block it but this was what I wanted.

When the two swords were about to meet, it looked as if my weapon had vanished and then reappeared, phasing through his. It had worked but just when I thought it was a success. Harry managed to move backwards in time avoiding the strike. My Phantom Strike didn't work.

Harry now had sweat running down his face.

”Phew, that was a close one. you actually managed to make me move.”

When he said those words if finally made me realise how big the gap was between me and him. During this whole fight so far, with only me attacking I hadn't made him take a single step until now.

”I'm guessing that was everything.”

Harry then changed the grip on his sword and lifted it above his right shoulder as if it was a spear. He threw it towards me, the sword was flying threw the air at great speed, it was too fast to dodge. The sword was coming at my stomach. I lifted it in time to protect myself, but it was no use. The sword carried on going snapping my sword in two, the momentum carried on into my stomach.

Blood started to appear from my mouth. His sword had fallen to the floor. I wanted to move but I couldn't, the strike was too powerful. Eventually, my legs gave in as I fell to the floor.

Harry went to pick his sword off the ground and started to walk away.

”Wait!” I shouted.

”Just tell me one thing, you're rank 1 right?”

As Harry continued to walk away he lifted his arm, his communicator displayed the number, 50.