I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

For a moment, I forgot I was facing a puppet.

“You’re quite skilled yourself,” I said.

Without a word, Leone simply smiled wider. If her reactions were more human, I would’ve been even more suspicious, but her smile was too indistinct. I wasn’t convinced one way or the other.

Regardless of her true identity, though, determination blossomed within me. When faced with an opponent who exuded such confidence, the instinct of a martial artist was to crush them, no matter what.

Sorry. Hang in there a little longer, I silently apologized to Sellen before swinging my sword toward Leone, deliberately putting force into my forearm to make my swing rougher and more aggressive.

In other words, I swung my weapon like a club rather than a sword. Fortunately, the durability of the Sword of Seven Sins was impressive, allowing me to use force like this without having to worry about scratching it.

After a few more exchanges, Leone began to tilt her blade to an angle to deflect my attacks.

Clang! Clang!

I noticed the change but decided to play the part of the fool, acting like I was angry at my opponent’s defensive maneuvers.