Chapter 25: Spar with General Ruke
A fifteen-year-old boy stood in the heart of a quiet training field, his figure as still as stone. His jet-black hair fluttered faintly in the wind, and his eyes, deep, abyss-like, reflected no emotion, only a calm.
In his hands, a sliver color sword shimmered under the pale sunlight, its edge sharp enough to slice through air itself.
He moved.
Fluid yet precise, the boy executed his sword forms with unwavering discipline. Each swing was measured, sharp, and deadly strikes honed not just with talent, but with practice. He cut through the air with ease, the movements growing swifter, heavier, until the very wind began to bend around his blade.
After a final spin, he raised the sword overhead.
His muscles tensed.
Then a downward slash.
The strike carved through the air like a thunderclap. A powerful gust exploded outward, scattering leaves and dust in a sudden burst. The grass around him bent under the force, and the very ground whispered of the strength behind that single cut.
After finishing the practice, Kaal feels dissatisfied. Looking at the sword in his hand, he concludes that with the correct body strength provided by the Myriads of Thousand Demon Body, a sword is not an effective weapon. Sword can’t display his pure physical prowess.
" Shadow Zero, bring General Ruke here, and also bring me a heavy weapon, blunt or sharp, it does not matter, it just has to be heavy," Kaal said, looking at the tree which was 100 meters behind him with his Mind Eye.
Suddenly, a man appeared out of thin air, dressed in flowing black robes. His face was concealed behind a dark veil, and his presence was utterly silent, like a shadow given form. His eyes, cold and expressionless, reflected no emotion. The aura he gave off... was that of a Truth Realm expert. Yet, if one looked closely, a hint of doubt could be seen in them. He was surprised that the Young master had noticed him.