I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Hector looked up at me with a look of disbelief, and funnily enough, his nose started bleeding as he did.

I couldn’t hold back and ended up laughing.

Not even the most good-looking guy could avoid looking funny when he was bleeding from both nostrils.

“You—”

Hector quickly got up and resumed attacking me.

Although his attacks were fiercer, it was easier to predict them because they were driven by emotion.

I calmly dodged his attacks as I asked, “What’s the name of this sword technique?”

“Shut up!”

“Aha. Shut Up Swordsmanship.”